Lucas strolled deeper into the Malachor Clan vault, his eyes flickering over the countless rows of rare materials, treasures, and artifacts stacked high on the shelves. Despite the sheer volume of wealth and resources, his expression remained indifferent, almost bored.
The dim lighting cast long shadows across the floor, but Lucas paid them no mind, focused on his conversation with the system.
"System, are there any valuable things in here?" he asked casually, his voice calm and measured as he scanned the inventory. He wasn't expecting much, but it was worth asking.
The system let out a scoffing chuckle, dripping with arrogance. [Valuable? In this collection? Please, Lucas. These items are barely worth a second glance.]
The system's voice was laced with its usual smugness. [Everything here is beneath you. Do you see anything remotely close to a nine-star? No? Exactly. It's all garbage.]
