My teammates took the final supplies and fled in a helicopter, leaving me surrounded by fourth-level alien beasts. I was holding an M9 pistol with only three bullets left in the magazine.
No one knows that my [Bronze Level Repairman], which is called a "waste skill", just repaired the SSS-level mecha core on the third underground floor of the shelter last night - the legendary ancient weapon that has long been judged to be irreparable and the terminator of the previous era, the "Night Watch".
When the eight-meter-tall Destroyer beast broke through the wall and rushed toward me, I calmly pressed the emergency call button on my watch. The next second, it fell from the sky and tore the alien beast in half with one hand.
"What kind of rubbish fourth-level alien beast can also stand in the way of my king's armor maintenance officer?"
