Janks stepped outside the workshop and was immediately greeted by a cold, dark world, he was exhausted, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as he approached the man standing outside his workshop.

"I've finished the goggles," Janks said, holding out a small box. "There are five pairs here. Please deliver them to the captain."

The man nodded and took the goggles, handing them off to the person beside him. "I'll make sure they get to the captain," he said. "You keep working on those, Janks. We need as many of these as we can get."

Janks watched as the man disappeared into the distance, a sense of accomplishment washing over him. He had worked tirelessly to create these goggles, and now they were finally being put to use.

He turned and headed back into his workshop, ready to get back to work. He had many more goggles to create, and he was determined to make sure that every incinerator in Gahenna had access to the best equipment possible.

As he walked back into his workshop, Janks couldn't help but smile to himself. He had a feeling that this was just the beginning of something great.

The knock on the door startled Janks, who was lost in his work. He quickly wiped his hands on his shirt and made his way to the door. When he opened it, he was surprised to see the captain standing there, wearing a pair of Janks's goggles and a wide smile on his face.

"I just wanted to come by and thank you personally for these goggles," the captain said, holding up the goggles as if they were a precious gem. "They worked perfectly on the mission to eradicate the pest. I was amazed by their capabilities."

Janks couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him.

The captain gestured to one of his men, who stepped forward and handed Janks a small box. "This is a gift from me to you," the captain said. "I hope it helps with your work. It's a carving pen, the finest one available. It should make the process of carving the runes much faster and easier."

Janks took the box with a mix of gratitude and excitement.

"Thank you, sir," Janks said, bowing his head slightly.

"And there's one more thing," the captain said, gesturing to one of his men. The man stepped forward and handed Janks a small bag, heavy with pips. "Five thousand pips, as a token of our appreciation for your hard work. Keep up the good work, Janks."

Janks couldn't believe his ears. Five thousand pips was more money than he had ever seen in his life. He stuttered out his thanks, feeling overwhelmed by the captain's kindness.

"You deserve it," the captain said, clapping Janks on the shoulder. "Gibson here told me about all the hard work you put in. Keep up the good work, and don't be afraid to come to me if you ever need anything."

With that, the captain and his group left, Janks couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and excitement for the future. He had stood up to one of the most powerful men in Gahenna and come out on top, and now he had the resources and support he needed to continue creating his artifacts.

Gibson, who had stayed behind to help Janks clean up the workshop, noticed the huge grin on his friend's face. "Looks like you're pretty pleased with yourself," he chuckled.

Janks grinned back. "Yeah, I am. I can't wait to see what else I can create with all of this," he gestured to the workshop, which was now stocked with all the resources and ingredients he needed. "And I'm glad you're here to help me guard everything. I have a feeling there will be a lot of people trying to reap some profits off of my success."

Gibson nodded. "Absolutely. And with the amount of pips you're carrying around, it's best to be safe. Let's finish cleaning up and head home. I'm sure you could use a good sleep."

As Janks and Gibson walked home, Gibson couldn't help but feel a sense of worry. He knew that carrying such a large sum of pips made them a target for thieves and scammers, and he didn't want Janks to fall victim to any of them.

As they arrived at Janks's home, Gibson helped him secure the pips and the carving pen in a safe place. He then settled down in the living room, determined to keep watch over Janks and his belongings throughout the night.

Janks couldn't help but smile at Gibson's determination. He knew that he had a loyal friend in Gibson, and he was grateful for it. As he drifted off to sleep, he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he had Gibson by his side to face them with him.

On a dark, narrow street sat a large, imposing house. It was a place of mystery and fear, known to be inhabited by dangerous people who didn't hesitate to use violence to get what they wanted.

The air was thick with tension as a group of men gathered around a small table in a dimly lit room. The only light came from a few flickering candles, casting shadows on the rough stone walls. At the head of the table sat a man, his eyes cold and calculating as he listened to the report of one of his henchmen.

"Sir," the man began, his voice shaking slightly. "We've received word that Janks has been paid a large sum of pips by the captain for his goggles. They're planning to attack tonight, sir."

"Listen up, boys," he said, his voice low and menacing. "We'll wait in the shadows and see how the captain reacts. I know he won't let his precious gem, Janks, get hurt easily. But if we see an opportunity, we'll strike and take all those pips for ourselves. And if that kid and his friend try to fight back, we'll show them who's boss."

The room fell silent as the men nodded, their faces twisted into grimaces of determination. They knew that this was their chance to strike, to prove their worth to their leader and claim their share of the loot. And they were more than willing to do whatever it took to get it.