What if Felix could acquire ANOTHER Philosopher Stone?
What if he could DUPLICATE them?
One stone into a thousand? A thousand into a million?
His mind imagined the possibilities. First, he would save 20 charges from his current stone to fund his ambitious project. He'd buy another Dim Philosopher Stone, enhance it until it reached its peak, and then duplicate NEW Philosopher Stones, mass-producing the magical artifact.
It was the perfect plan. With this, Felix could secure infinite resources!
Felix licked his lips in excitent and glanced at Jessica, eager to know if his theory was as brilliant as he thought. Jessica crossed her arms and nodded approvingly.
Felix's eyes widened as realization hit him. The oil derrick—he could add extensions there! He had completely forgotten about that.
However, there was a glaring issue. The basilisks had taken over the area surrounding the oil derrick. Though Felix could technically build and install anything without physically touching the derrick, the idea of setting up add-ons in basilisk territory made him uneasy. There was no telling what consequences might arise when the add-ons were activated.
"What happens if I build add-ons on top of an enemy camp?" Felix asked, concerned about the potential consequences.
"...Well, shit." Felix let out a deep sigh, frustrated with the situation. He despised these kinds of predicants. "I guess I'll have to go clear them out. Their presence is annoying anyway. Might as well get rid of the pests squatting around my money printer."
With a new goal in mind, Felix got to work organizing his overflowing inventory. Since there wasn't enough space underground, he left the storeroom in its chaotic state and turned his attention to the unused rooms in his house.
He sorted through the overwhelming amount of items. Dry food, water, cigarettes, cigars, dicines, and life-saving gadgets were piled high.
By the end of the day, every empty room on the first floor was packed wall-to-wall with crates. Felix had transford his ho into a bunker of supplies. Dry rations, ergency kits, and even luxury items like cigars were neatly stored away. Sensitive resources, such as beacons and volatile materials, were carefully moved to the underground storage.
Only energy-based items, including his precious ammunition stockpile, remained in his inventory. Those were too valuable to risk storing elsewhere.
"Next stop, basilisk eviction," Felix muttered to himself, ready to take on the monsters and reclaim full control of his oil derrick.
Exiting the house, Felix took a mont to admire the scenery. The garden and front yard were so pristine that he could let Eins and Zwei roam freely, playing on the freshly trimd grass. Despite the tranquil setting, Felix knew his task wasn't finished. He still had a mountain of inventory to sort.
Walking toward the side door, which led to what was supposed to be a garage, Felix opened it to reveal an empty space. On the outside, the house appeared modest, no bigger than 100 square ters, but the garage was affected by spatial distortion, expanding its interior to a size large enough to fit 50 sedans comfortably.
Felix accessed his system inventory and selected so of the many vehicles he had scored from the Class A mystery crates. With a flick of his wrist, 10 military Huees materialized in the garage, each equipped with a .50 caliber heavy machine gun turret mounted on top.
Grinning, Felix hopped into one and carefully maneuvered it into position, ensuring it didn't block the entrance.
After lining up all 10 combat Humvees in perfect formation, Felix stood back and admired his work with a proud smile. He then glanced up at the ceiling.
Barely 3 ters tall, it was clear that this space wouldn't be enough for the larger items clogging up his inventory. He'd have to save that project for another day.
Instead, Felix pulled out 10 pickup trucks and 10 armored personnel vehicles (APVs) from his inventory. As usual, he parked each vehicle with precision, turning the garage into a mini military showroom.
Exiting the garage after hours of hard work, Felix wandered around the house, searching for a suitable place to store the even bigger prizes.
Walking around the west side of the property, he noticed the long wooden fences separating his house and the western mountainous zone.
Jiji had built the fences in her free ti. Though they hadn't been painted yet, they did a fine job of marking the boundary of his house, even extending slightly beyond the protective barrier.
Felix climbed over the waist-high fence and entered the unprotected zone. He smirked as he prepared to clear even more space in his inventory.
With a loud *RUMBLE*, an M4 Sherman tank materialized in front of him.
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