For an ordinary human, using only their own strength and crude, scavenged weapons, to defeat the clusters of Construction Machines, break through endless blockades, and reach the very top of the Gray Tide World was essentially a pipe dream.
It was not much different from a fight between a colony of ants and a group of humans.
Flesh and blood, after all, could not contend with machines.
The only path left for humanity was infiltration.
And while the creator's descendant possessed the necessary permissions, no one knew how to trigger or use them.
For human civilization, this descendant of the creator was far too precious. He was the key to obtaining the control core, so nothing could be allowed to go wrong.
