On the second floor of his office, Karl's boney finger traced a line on a glowing, holographic screen. Below him, the Necro Market hummed with commerce, a symphony of growth he had orchestrated. But even as the profits rolled in, a bottleneck loomed. He needed to think bigger. He needed logistics. He needed to build a truck.
"Hmm," he muttered, the dry click of his jaw the only sound in the cavernous room. "Which should I prioritize next?"
He looked at two flashing icons on his dashboard: the Metallurgy Center and the Skeleton Barracks. The logistics of his empire, his budding Necro Corp, demanded a vehicle. A truck. A symbol of true industrial power. For that, he needed engine parts, gearboxes, suspensions, and wheels. All of that required the Metallurgy Center to be upgraded and operating at a much higher capacity. But then there was the manpower issue.
