"This is… Quite the harvest!"
John exhaled, wiping a smudge of grease and dust from his forehead. It had taken two gruelling days to hack through the sheer volume of machine chest pieces brought back from the graveyard.
His progress had been throttled by his own Mental Points; despite his growing power, the huge Mental Points required to extract and activate different items from the machines' storage programs were a draining ordeal.
He had worked through the night, fueled by the adrenaline of their recent gains and the looming threat of the hivemind.
While he focused on getting the items out, he had delegated the fortification and structural planning of their territory to his companions. John was humble enough to admit his own shortcomings, despite the System's help and his combat prowess, he knew next to nothing about military stuff or the requirements of a sustainable base.
