New lasers descended from the sky, illuminating the area west of Felix's house in a brilliant crimson glow. In an instant, a massive structure materialized as if teleported directly onto the land. Unlike previous constructions that required so ti to assemble, this one appeared fully ford, its arrival punctuated by a low, chanical hum that hinted at its purpose.
Jagged Beard, already wary after witnessing the mysterious lasers, turned to gape at the towering building. The crimson structure stretched 20 ters high, dominating an acre of land like an imposing fortress. Its front shutter, resembling the door of an oversized airplane hangar, glead with an intense tallic sheen. The unknown red alloy radiated waves of heat, forcing the dwarf to shield his face with one hand as he stared at it.
"What kind of sorcery is this?"
Jagged Beard's eyes narrowed, staring at the building. Feeling the oppressive heat, he wasted no ti kicking off the ground with his glowing, green-enchanted boots. Carrying as many barrels of spirit beer as he could manage, he zipped back and forth between the site and his mountain ho, leaving behind afterimages.
Felix stood nearby, arms crossed, watching the spectacle with a bemused grin as Jagged Beard completed his marathon beer rescue operation in less than five minutes.
After securing his prized barrels, Jagged Beard returned, hefting a massive blue smithing hamr that was almost as large as his torso. He stared at the new structure with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, gripping his hamr tightly.
"Step back, kid!" Jagged Beard yelled at Felix while he stared at the structure, getting nervous, "I'm tellin' ya, that thing reeks of demonic sorcery! It's probably a spawn pit for so dungeon overlord or worse!"
Felix chuckled, patting the dwarf on the shoulder. "Relax, old man. It's not a dungeon. It's a workshop. Let show you."
Ignoring Jagged Beard's warnings, Felix strode up to the structure and placed his hand on the massive front door.
A system interface shimred into view in midair.
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War Machine Factory
This facility allows the construction of advanced android units tailored for combat against supernatural entities and extraterrestrial threats.
Note: This factory requires sufficient materials, energy, and a manager to operate. It does not generate units from nothing.
Current Buildable Units:
- Infantry Gunner
- Infantry dic
Required Materials:
- Mana Petroleum
- 1st Grade Mana Crystals
- Spirit Stones
- Any Raw Mineral Ore Enjoy exclusive content from empire
- Liquid Essence
Required Energy Source:
- Essence Stones
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Felix's eyes sparkled as he examined the unit schematics, which depicted sleek, humanoid machines with a distinctly sci-fi aesthetic. The androids featured slender, tallic fras made of gleaming gold alloys, but their arms were bulkier, optimized for wielding heavy firearms with uncanny precision. The infantry dics looked more specialized, with intricate tools attached to their arms for healing and repair tasks.
However, his excitent dimd slightly as he read further down the nu. The energy and material requirents were daunting. Although the building was equipped with its own inventory slots, transferring resources wasn't as simple as dumping everything from his personal stash into the factory.
Felix began his experint by transferring so refined petroleum into one of the factory's designated slots.
The mont he poured the first batch, the slot filled instantly, maxing out at its apparent capacity of 999 barrels of oil. The corresponding requirent in the factory's material list, previously highlighted in red, turned black to indicate it was complete. Felix nodded in satisfaction and moved on.
Without hesitation, he added 999 spirit stones, followed by 999 newly created mana crystals. He watched the inventory register them one by one.
For the miscellaneous raw minerals, Felix began by dumping the assorted ores Jagged Beard had hauled in. However, the system didn't lump them together as he had hoped. Instead, it registered each type of ore in separate inventory slots, leaving the requirent unfulfilled.
Felix let out a small chuckle. This was an easy fix. With a casual gesture, he withdrew the highest-quality mineral from the pile—a luminous, silver-white rock identified as White Mithril. Transferring it to his personal inventory, he employed his usual trick with the philosopher stone.
In re monts, the single piece of White Mithril multiplied into 1,000. Not satisfied, Felix took it a step further, creating a mountain of one million pristine White Mithril ores. Grinning at his handiwork, he carefully swapped out the remaining inferior minerals from the factory's inventory, filling the slots entirely with the sparkling, high-grade ore.
"Problem solved," Felix muttered with a satisfied smirk, watching the system acknowledge the completed requirent.
However, when Felix reached the final requirent—Liquid Essence—he hit a roadblock. The term referred explicitly to a rare and potent resource that, in his case, translated to his own blood. The factory seed to require an absurd amount of it, enough to fill 999 barrels. Felix winced at the thought of siphoning that much from himself.
Just as he was contemplating alternatives, Jessica, his system guide, chid in with a solution.
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