When Zane was done carving the Moon Shadow Roots, he returned to the town. The number of people in the town has reduced somewhat; it should be evening or even night in the real world. For a moment, Zane's thoughts moved again to the NPCs in the game. Do they sleep? Or are they trapped here just to hand over quests to another player who passes?
He entered Alaric's lab and saw the middle-aged man with a scary appearance and a warm voice still hunched over the bubbling cauldron.
"I am back, Master Alaric," he presented the box with the Moon shadow root to the Alchemist, and the man's eyes widened.
His eyes glowed with joy as he took the box from him. It was too animated; his movements were not like that of an AI. Zane's stomach churned. No, the technology of the system was perhaps strong enough to generate AI that were like living things. Seeing the Gnosis society, he could not use the standards of Earth to measure the advancements of other civilizations.
