Pet Shop

Luke arrived at his favorite eatery, the Bachelor's Grill, and ordered lunch to recharge.

He couldn't shake the threats from the Victorian Guild, but his priority was the armor for the insect army.

Forging 12,000 was supposed to take forever, but Luke was determined to outpace time itself. In his first thirty minutes, he managed 200. In an hour, 500.

〖+100 XP!〗

By the second hour, he forged 700. Total progress: 1200 units, 10% of the final goal.

"I must continue," Luke said. "I can't let down the Insect Princess."

An hour later, he forged 1000 more.

But he was left so exhausted, he had to rest.

Although Auto-Forge was fast and efficient, it didn't spare stamina. Excessive use taxed the soul and mind. Luke was running on fumes.

"Excuse me, sir," a waitress interrupted. "You've been sitting here for hours doing nothing. It looks a bit suspicious, so are you planning to order anything else?"