"Why did you only start making such a ruckus after we got here? Where was all that vigor when we first arrived on this land?"
Gorm's lips twitched at Anselm's question. "Then why don't you do something grand for all of us?"
"...You just don't know."
Gorm had been a professional wrestler with the ring name "the Monster of the Coast." After the apocalypse, he had acquired a physical strengthening unique ability that matched his strong body. And now he had grown to the point where he could fight Mountain Apes evenly in hand-to-hand combat. But his character was quite flawed. He was easily agitated and arrogant. And now he had even become greedy and gathered a lot of other foreign survivors under him to form a faction called the New Dawn.
Gorm took his foot off the ape's corpse and headed toward Anselm, who was standing on top of a tree.
When Anselm saw him walking toward him, he grabbed the wooden sword at his waist. "Don't come any closer, or I'll have to strike you down."
