Three days later, Karl had accumulated a small fortune. He looked at his panel, the number glowing with a cold, digital promise. [ NP: 7,019 ]. Karl muttered, "This should be enough… I guess." He had been ruthless in his pricing and product output, pushing his craftsmen to their limits to generate the Necro Points needed for this critical phase of development. The marketplace was bustling, and the numbers on his screen were a testament to his ambition.
Leo stepped up behind him, his skeletal posture rigid and formal. "My lord, we have begun constructing the Office floor. We and the others had a meeting to discuss the safest location for the mass transformation."
"Yeah?" Karl asked, intrigued. He hadn't given the matter much thought yet, his mind consumed with logistics.
"We decided it would be best if it would be on the tenth floor. The Gatekeeper would be more than enough to protect us." Leo explained.
