Amidst a barren desert planet.
A traveler, cloaked, walked arduously across the sand, holding onto a boy's arm.
The ground was covered with coarse, black sand grains, scraping the legs of the two barefooted travelers until they bled.
"We're currently at the trash dump planet 137... Many Energy Mechanics discard some abandoned parts here. The mechanical core underfoot and the arm of a Super Energy Cannon... though most are defunct now, this is our only chance."
"We just need to pay a small amount of resources to enter and search for treasures. Maybe we can assemble some..."
"Grandpa, can't we even use this one?"
"Ah, it's a type 396 Mecha arm, but sadly it's useless now." The old man bowed his head, picked up a grain of sand, revealing a gaunt, dark, and aged face.
This is evidently an ordinary barren desert.
Unlike a mechanical junkyard, there's no machinery in sight.
"Child, the universe is vast."
