it. So you had to stretch it out and work the other opposing muscles to balance it. This is what it felt like anyway, it was a mystery what was really going on and he decided to leave it like that.

He’d ruled out a direct assault on the drones as a pointless exercise as he’d run out of bullets if he simply tried to kill them all.

Besides, that course of action wasn’t really a challenge to him, as after a few experiments mowing down swarms in the smaller villages close to his house he started to feel like a meat grinder. More like a factory worker, definitely not an artist. They were almost too easy to kill due to their level of intelligence.

And the swarms kept coming, flowing in from across the