The rabbit sighed like he'd just been forced to deal with paperwork.
And a notification immediately appeared in front of him.
[By submitting 50 cores to Torrac, you agree to pass to the second floor of the tower. Do you wish to proceed?]
"Sure, now I can," Kael said as he was about to pull the cores. But they were immediately deducted from his inventory.
He felt it more than he saw it, the subtle snap of ownership transferring. One moment, the cores were his, the next, they weren't. No bargaining. No delay. No room for second thoughts.
"Convenient." He said.
Torrac's eyes narrowed, but he didn't bother arguing. He didn't need to. The tower wasn't built for fairness; it was built for function.
"Go, be on your way. And don't be too happy, the next floor isn't as simple as this one." Torrac said.
