Lucas sat in his room, his thoughts swirling with possibilities for his next move. He knew that his strategy needed to evolve, and the idea of creating a golem to serve as one of his clones was beginning to take form in his mind.
But there were complications. Despite having a divine mask specialized in forging, he lacked both the necessary materials and the blueprint to bring the golem to life.
[Of course, you're stuck,] the system chimed in, its voice dripping with mockery. [You've got points burning a hole in your pocket, and here you are, moping like a lost puppy. Why don't you just go to the exchange center and get what you need?]
Lucas frowned at the system's tone, but he couldn't deny the practicality of the suggestion. "And what makes you so sure they'll have what I need?" he asked, his voice edged with skepticism.
