Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 74 - 061. Infant Eater

Chapter 74: 061. Infant Eater

"This time attacking Mingji, we snatched five chicks, two carts of synthetic food, and four medical devices, but that’s only part of it. Boss, if we go a few more times, we’re bound to strike it rich!"

The leader of the White Fang Guild listened to his subordinate’s inventory report and said disdainfully,

"A couple of carts of food and a few chicks have made you lose your head? What’s the ambition? This time attacking Mingji, we also lost quite a few people. That female warrior is mighty strong. Ask yourself, holding a gun, could you even hit her?"

Though he said this, the upward curve at the corner of his mouth betrayed that he was in a good mood.

The loot was indeed substantial, enough to sustain them for quite a while.

There are no seasonal changes in the Outer World; surviving one more day is a blessing.

Unlike the simple Wanderers from the Sikkim Settlement, who only sought shelter, the White Fang Guild was an organized group of plunderers with specific goals.

Raiding is also a science, knowing who to rob and who not to, ensuring sustainability instead of fishing the pond dry—it’s the way to earn steadily and long-term.

These neutral settlements, with their extremely inefficient production, aren’t worth raiding, and they can disrupt their own rest and reorganization.

At the same time, attacking these neutral Wanderers maliciously might lead them to spread the word far and wide, resulting in them being driven out and denounced everywhere.

But targeting the Mingji Humanity, outposts of the Four Nations, and small towns of warlords in the Outer World are a different story altogether.

Even those unrelated peoples of the Outer World, upon hearing that the White Fang Guild had made a move against the Four Nations and warlord forces, couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration.

Of course, that’s the ideal scenario. They weren’t the Resistance Army; when pushed to desperate straits, who would care about all that?

"But we truly did gain a lot this time. I should improve my men’s strength before returning to Mingji."

The leader was getting excited.

This time they hadn’t even conquered the first floor, merely looted a small portion of the counters, wardrooms, and facilities, and they had already gained so much. If they could take over the entire Shelter... perhaps the White Fang Guild could transform into a warlord force.

Production and development are the ultimate truths; no one wants to live day to day uncertain of their future. People of the Outer World don’t have lofty ideals; they live for as long as they can.

Compared to the wealth reaped each year from the civilians by the major warlord towns that controlled nuclear facilities and industry, their bandit convoys amounted to nothing.

To stabilize the emotions of these local snakes of the Outer World for the convenience of the Four Nations’ harvest, the aid in weaponry alone provided by the Four Nations each year was far beyond their imagination.

As the leader envisioned himself commanding an army, exchanging banter with the experts of the Four Nations, one of his subordinates suddenly ran up outside the tent, quickly informing him,

"Boss! The Infant Eater is here!"

"The Infant Eater!?" The leader’s face changed, visibly surprised, "Why would he be in the Sikkim Settlement?"

His words had not yet finished when an eerie presence instantly enveloped the entire tent. The campfire flickered, casting shifting shadows. Despite being in the warm interior, he and his few subordinates shuddered intensely.

It wasn’t due to the cold; rather, it was a fear ingrained in their genes.

In ancient times, before the invention of the bow and arrow, humans faced with swooping eagles had no means of resistance. They could only run away haphazardly or watch helplessly as their children were snatched away, thus embedding a deep fear in their bloodlines. Instinctively, they reacted similarly.

Before they could lift their heads from this fear, an androgynous voice sounded,

"Living pretty well, huh, Zhu Baiya."

The White Fang Guild leader sprang to his feet, his gaze deep and steady as he looked forward.

The corner of the tent’s curtain was lifted as a tall figure clothed in a black robe ducked and squeezed in, the 2.3-meter tall tent immediately punctured by the spiked helmet he wore.

"Your Excellency the Infant Eater..."

Zhu Baiya’s face squeezed into a pleasing smile, and he immediately rose to greet,

"What a grand visit, why didn’t you notify us in advance."

"Oh? So in the White Fang Guild, even Transcendents of the Beta Rank need to report to Boss Zhu before doing anything?"

The Infant Eater sneered sharply, each camera on his four-eyed mask displaying a teasing look. He lifted his sharp claws, resting them on his waist, as a corner of his robe fluttered up, revealing the Armor and steel plates beneath.

The members of the White Fang Guild’s eyes widened: only then did they see that this towering Beta Rank powerhouse was wearing a complete set of Frost Plated level six Combat Engineer Armor!

This sturdy suit weighing 400 kilograms was made of an advanced supercomposite material utilizing laminated Kevlar, high-strength ceramics, alloy plates, and foam metal.

As for the thickness of the breastplate, it was a staggering 40 centimeters, appearing from the front as if it were bearing the head of a fierce beast.

This meant that even a 105mm cannon firing directly at it might not be able to penetrate.

This Armor, usually utilized for hazardous materials handling, generally requires a motor or fuel-powered Exoskeleton in addition to a water-cooling system for heat dissipation support—yet on the Infant Eater, there was no sign of any mechanical structure, supporting it entirely with his bodily strength.

Even compared to his body, thicker and more robust than a rhinoceros’s, the Armor was as comfortable and gentle as autumn clothes.

Without doing anything, just by standing there, the deterrence the Infant Eater naturally radiated made the gun-and-weapon-wielding White Fang bandits feel as if they had regressed to the era when they had just fallen from trees, as primates facing fierce saber-toothed tigers and terrifying emperor crocodiles, desperate and powerless.