Two days later, Felix returned from Singtowl's realm, refreshed and energized. As part of his routine, he used the philosopher's stone to rejuvenate his physical age, resetting his physical age. Feeling reinvigorated, he imdiately resud his duties, focusing on the ongoing construction of defensive systems across his floating island.
While he was busy assembling another massive "Stonehenge Cannon" atop a rocky mountain, the booming voice of Jagged Beard echoed behind him.
"Kid! Got a minute?"
Felix turned, wiping the sweat from his brow. He still couldn't rember the dwarf's na, "What's up, Master Dwarf?"
The stout craftsman rubbed his hands together, "Been a while since I started crankin' out those golem in the factory. I've been hearin' tales about how your paladins and lamias smashed that exam. Got thinkin'... reckon my golem could match their performance?"
Felix raised an eyebrow. The factory's robotic soldiers had been steadily produced since Jagged Beard managed the facility, but he hadn't yet tested their combat potential.
"You want to put them through the simulation?" Felix asked, pausing his work on the railgun.
Jagged Beard nodded, his beard swaying with the motion. "Aye. I wanna see if our golems are worth their salt, or if I need to go back to the blueprint and hamr out sothin' better."
Intrigued, Felix decided to consult Jessica, his ever-reliable system guide. Stepping away for a mont, he muttered under his breath, "Jessica, can we activate the simulation mode again?"
The system chid in response.
"And what about the robots? Can they handle the simulation?"
"Good. But how do they compare to the paladin-lamia platoon?"
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