Lost World, 41st floor.
Builder Elephant, a massive elephant-shaped Builder, strides forward on its building-like four legs through the debris-strewn ruins.
With each step, the ground trembles violently.
Creaaak!
The Builder extends its trunk, easily breaking a five-meter-diameter metal pipe blocking its path. It stuffs the pipe into its mouth, crunching it like chocolate,
then opens its abdomen to reveal a blistering power furnace and a mechanical forging device,
extracting new metal components from the mechanical forging device, installation regardless of aesthetics on the open pipe ends.
Dismantle—Recycle—Build.
This is the mission of the Builder, tirelessly toiling away day after day, year after year, in this silent world, reshaping the environment and terrain.
On the back of the elephant-shaped Builder, secured by ropes and nails, sits a large bamboo basket with four girls inside.
Chewing gum with a bored expression, the blonde girl, Qin;
