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Skill List:

Kanji (lv1): Aspect of Energy: Electricity, Thermal, Sound, Elastic.

{Skill points: !ERROR!}

[Full destructive power limit: Several Villages]

Skills: [1. Infuse/Absorb] [2. Energy travel] [3. Energy trail] [4. Energy bolt] [5. Energy wave] [6. Energy blade] [7. Energy shield] [8. Energy dual conduit] [9. Energy healing] [10. Umbral Cape]

[Vortex battery (Storage)]

Inventory: Geographic sphere, mechanical soap, spyware device, tungsten-infused nanotech silver chain, tech tablet (Portal) (Hide, Input, Output, Convert, Compress), night-vision goggles.

Claire (lv1): Aspect of Creation

Skills: [1. Create (Slots: 10)] [2. Absorb]

[Vortex battery (???)]

Inventory: Black cloak, crossbow, crossbow bolt (modified with rotatenium), ammo pouch, Fanfics, mechanical soap, a spyglass, night-vision goggles.

David (lv1): Aspect of Form

{Skill points: !ERROR!}

[Range limit: Room]

[Vortex battery (Control)]

Skills: [1. Expand (x2)] [2. Spikefacation] [3. Delay (1-10s)] [4. Shieldfacation] [5. Trigger] [6. Transform pattern Wave] [7. Net Transform] [8. Whip transform] [9. Blend around] [10. Uno]

Inventory: Iron bat, AK-47, mechanical soap, night-vision goggles.

Amelia (lv1): Aspect of Reality

{Skill points: !ERROR!}

[Attack type: Strong illusion] [Attack range: x3 field of view]

Skills: [1. Third-person vision] [2. Blurring Mirage] [3. Double] [4. Connect] [5. Vision Swap] [6. Disguise] [7. Flash Mirage] [8. False movement] [9. False Touch] [Mentaltomisis]

[Vortex Battery (Charge)]

Inventory: Frying Pan, knife, mechanical soap.

Sarah (lv0): Aspect of Fiction

[Skill access: 1 skill for each item] [Conjured item 1]

Inventory: Mechanical soap, Nezha’s leopard bag (Nezha’s ring).

Noah (lv0): Aspect of Emotion

Skills: [Emotion infusion] (Emotional requirement: High)

Inventory: Gilded axe, mechanical soap, a sharpening stone.

Diana (lv0): Aspect of Law

{Laws unlocked: Law of Friction} {Limit: Only manipulate small values}

Inventory: Mechanical soap, a pickaxe, night-vision goggles.

Adrian (lv0): Aspect of Knowledge.

{Connected Minds} {Info Extraction} [Limit: half of basic info}]

Inventory: Mechanical soap, rope, Handbook (recorded events).

Azan (lv0): Aspect of Change.

{Limitation: 1. Follow under the concept “change” only. 2. Changes under other aspects require hand-holding.}

Change slot: 1

Inventory: Metal suitcase, mechanical soap, miniature fan, blue boxing gloves.

Mina (lv0): Aspect of Time

{Limitations: 4 skills (Currently).}

Skills (!ERROR!) (Auto Input Activated): |1. Aging| |2. Time Exchange|

Inventory: A machete, mechanical soap, yellow boxing gloves.

Gwen (lv0): Aspect of Destruction

{Limitation: Gas only}

Inventory: Mechanical soap, Izzybot, P.T.A.

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In the unfathomable depths of the cosmos... there's a gargantuan world saturated with a century's crimson legacy of warfare. Perched atop the loftiest watchtower on the planet's grandest landmass, a distinctive general scrutinizes the relentless clashes unfolding beneath him. Usually, witnessing such raw exhibitions of dominance wouldn't be his cup of tea, yet duty trumps personal predilections. A sudden realization strikes him — a different perspective may be the key to effective surveillance.

His eyes dart about... the coast is clear. His tall frame stoops and, with a bit of a struggle, he manages to coax his body onto the seat, his mighty stature defying the constraints of the chair.

?? "How utterly embarrassing... Perhaps, I should ask my butler to fetch me a larger seat... No, that is beyond slack. I can't have that now."

His gaze descends again, and he exhales a deep, heavy sigh.

?? "What a disappointment... the Doc's work got a long way to go before they can match the perfects that Savage has. What a predicament... I can't just report to Her Majesty another failure. Decisions... decisions... what should I do?...... Oh well. It's not my fault really. Solvas! Bring me that!"

Following the general's directing gesture, the butlers' eyes land on a dazzling display of elegant porcelain, gleaming cutlery, delicate wine glasses, and a myriad of luxurious libations. With a deferential bow, the butler procures the bottle stationed at the extreme right. Advancing toward his master, the bottle disappears into his formidable grasp... an eerie silence blankets the moment as if time itself held its breath.

?? "Thank you, Solvas. You may take your leave for now."

"Thank General First, Sir. I'll depart and stay right behind the door. If you need any more service, I am willing to serve once more. Good day."

The moment the butler crosses the door, an otherworldly sensation engulfs him— it's as if the entire cosmos is held in suspended animation, the gears of reality grinding to a sudden halt. Beads of sweat gather on his antennae and his pace quickens... The door swings open and closes shut.

General1 "Ha... why did I do that? His etiquette was perfect. Maybe my frustrations with that battle-loving bastard are leaking even if he's not here... I... I should forget about it. That's why I have you here. Isn't it?"

The general's attention is drawn to the bottle, the label displaying a refined gentleman clad in a suave suit, bearing a bounty of cherries. Without further examination, he uncorks it, only to acknowledge a missing crucial component— he has no glass.

General1 "Ah, how annoying. I forgot to ask Solvas to fetch me a glass. However, I can't ask of him after treating him so dastardly. I suppose I'll do it myself."

His arms stretch like taffy, spanning the room to secure a wine glass. Holding it aloft to the Suns, the glass catches the light, casting a dazzle so radiant it nearly brings tears to his eyes. Blue roses etched on the drinkware catch his eye, prompting a hidden grin beneath his mask. Fluidly, he dispenses the bottle's contents into the glass, slipping it through the horizontal slit of his mask.

General1 "Her majesty was right. Cherries taste brilliant. However, I prefer them as wine. May perhaps I could convince her majesty to try it."

"You're kidding, right? Do you like that stuff? Wines are gross."

General1 "Ah! Y-Your majesty. I didn't know that-

"That what. Have you forgotten that my transmission to this place is on 24/7? Anyway, how are the prototypes doing ?"

General1 "Not too well. They don't seem to make any further progress. Good news... they are keeping the cultists relatively safe."

"Oh... that's too bad. I'll pester the old fool to try harder. That's all. Oh, wait. General Karlac has been contacting me nonstop for more cultists."

General1 "That little brat doesn't know his limits! Doesn't he realize how important Aeternum is?!"

"I understand your frustration but the footages he sent me... those humans are becoming stronger and stronger by the day. I have a very bad feeling. So I ask you General to lend him at least one of the majors. He should contact you soon... so prepare to pick it up."

General1 "May I suggest your majesty listen in?"

"Oh god no! His complaining has become rather bothersome. I'm going to end my transmission temporarily. You must sort it out, yourself. Bye."

As the transmission terminates abruptly, the general's fist crashes against the chair's armrest with a surge of fury.

The structure gives way under his might, casting him unceremoniously onto the floor.

Gathering his composure, he brushes the dust off his robe and regains his upright stance.

General1 "That's fine. I don't need to sit anyway."

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Illuminated by Jupiter's resplendent moon, Ganymede, a fleet of Castastrian starships dwells. Among them, one vessel stands out, its gargantuan size dwarfing its comrades. This titanic starship is the abode of a general, his fury is currently as vast as the ship he occupies.

?? "WHAT IS THIS?! I DON'T GET WHERE DID THIS CREATURE COME FROM? A BIG HUMAN HAIR-SPREADING RAT! AND WHAT IS UP WITH ALL THESE COLOUR-CODED BATTERY-LOOKING THINGS!"

?? "Ummm, sire. If we just... take a bit of time. We could underst-

?? "Understand what?! M115! This is NONSENSE! We need to finish them off before they get more shit!"

M115 "I know how you feel but... umm...complai-I mean questioning it won't help. M124, please tell Sire."

M124 "I thought you told me that actions feel better than words."

KARNAT "Ah... I did tell you that. Then, action is what I will do! Computer contact that tall bastard?!"

|Transmissioning That Tall Bastard... Contact not found|

KARNAT "Fuuuuck! Fine... contact... first general."

|Transmission found|

General1 "Hello brat. What do you want?"

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KARNAT "I'll be quick. Hand over the majors. ALL OF THEM."

General1 "Sorry to inform you this but her majesty only allowed ONE major. Choose wisely, General Karlac."

KARNAT "Fu-Fine. One will do. I need someone good with finding out and writing down information."

General1 "This is surprising. You are more reasonable than I thought. Though your etiquette still needs more work. If you are free, I'm willing to teach you some."

KARNAT "Enough with the bait. Besides, we are generals, and the only time we rest is when we are injured."

General1 "Your determination is what makes you a slight bit higher than that savage. I'll send you M114."

KARNAT "Thanks for the compliment. I guess."

|Transmission ends|

KARNAT "That was weird. Maybe that bastard isn't so bad. Wait.... shit! I forgot to ask how long will this new guy arri-

A shimmering, glitch-like distortion materializes before the general.

As the anomaly settles, a teenager emerges, his presence perplexing the general. This marks the second encounter with an individual devoid of any noticeable modifications. His skin is a warm tan, his eyes and hair a vibrant yellow, and his boots emit an almost comedic squeak.

KARNAT "Ok, are you not modified? Like M124."

M114 "Gosh, I'm hecking sorry me lord. Me modifications are inside me body."

M124 "What a coincidence. But that shouldn't matter. What can you do?"

His gaze drifts to a figure standing to the general's right— a vision of beauty unlike any he's seen. Her luminous white eyes and lustrous, short silver hair... and her brutish skin? Drawn to her, he steps forward and delivers a courteous bow.

M114 "Nice to meet you, milady."

M124 "That's a first that someone flirts with me this way. I guess you get some point for that, but that doesn't make you less repulsive."

M115 "Haha! Nice try, Sonny. Almost every male cultist I know has flirted with her. Though, you should have consulted me first. You see I'm like her father."

M114 turns his attention to the figure to the general's left— a man characterized by a pronounced stoop and an impressive white beard, seamlessly merging into his mustache. His hair has a stringy quality, and a pungent aroma akin to rotten eggs emanates from him, even from a distance. A glance downwards reveals— the man is endowed with the colossal legs of a grasshopper.

M124 "Father? More like grandfather if you ask me."

M115 "Don't speak that way to your elders, young lady. Don't forget. I was the one who brought you into this brilliant organization."

KARNAT "Enough you two! I'm quite interested in what this new guy can do. Come on then! Don't be afraid and tell us!"

M114 "Okay, Basically I'm immortal. Well, semi-immortal."

Their gazes converge on M114... tension saturates the room. He inhales deeply, extends a thumbs-up, and proceeds to showcase his remarkable gift of immortality. Following the impressive display, applause erupts, each face awash with smiles, with Karnat's grin stretching the widest.

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... The wielders observe as Claire gingerly lifts the tangerine-hued battery. She turns to face them, extending her palm outward. Their doubts evaporate— it's a spitting image of the other batteries. A triumphant cheer erupts, and their hands meet in a unified, jubilant high-five.

Claire "We did it! Trial number 4 is COMPLETE!"

Dave "Yo, Cla'bro. Activate that shit. You need them upgrades."

Claire affirms their joy with a nod and hefts the battery over her shoulder.

It hovers just above her back. Twelve luminous orange petals materialize, coalescing into a single radiant bloom. It wraps the battery in an embrace before setting it into a mesmerizing spin, merging with Claire's back.

Claire "Oh sweet! Vortex battery un... lock? Ummm, guys. This is weird. Why is there a poem?"

Kanji "A poem, you say. Can you read it out?"

Claire "Ok, I guess. Here I go...

Society and progression

Conflicts and aggression

To gain a country's affection

Is the key to evasion

From The All Mother's oppression.

Dave "Yo, what the fuck?! That makes no sense, bro."

Kanji "Very vague and extremely out of place but might be something for us to solve in the future. Is that all? Are there any bars that you can charge?"

Claire "No, Kaney. Just the word "Vortex Battery: The Ninth Prince's Order" and the lyrics underneath it."

Sarah "Enough of that. Show us your new move. If I remember, it was called "Absorb"."

Claire "Alright. I'll give it a go. Now let's see... what can I use? Ah got it!"

Claire stoops, gingerly cradling a chunk of shattered concrete from the ravaged floor. Furrowing her brows, she exerts her focus on the inert stone but... it yields nothing.

Claire "Welp, that was a dud. Maybe this only works on things I create."

With a whimsical gesture, she summons a vibrant lollipop. She narrows her eyes, the confection spontaneously deconstructs into cubes, and like a flock of hummingbirds, they nestle into her hair. Peering into her skill panel, she's met with a surprising revelation— not a single creation slot had been depleted.

Claire "It works! Awesome!"

Kanji "Ok, that is very useful. Hey, Claire. There are a few things I want to test. First, can it work on broken items?"

Claire "Okay, I'll test it out."

Claire brings forth a slender stick. She snaps it over her knee, hoping to transmute it into a slot. Yet her endeavors prove futile. Turning to her comrades, she gives them puppy eyes.

Amelia "Oh come now, lass. Let's not get too upset. Say, how about we try something else? Maybe... like armor! See if it's bloody working now that you're stronger."

With a clear nod, Claire manifests a doppelganger of the armor once worn by Amelia. As Amelia slips into the recreated suit, Claire's gaze turns to Sarah. Caught off guard, Sarah blinks before lifting a finger to her face.

Sarah "Wait... me? Ok, sure. Why the fuck not?"

She draws out her metallic ring and strikes it against the sturdy breastplate. The force ricochets, sending her hand jolting back. Amelia and Sarah watch, jaws agape, as the armor disintegrates into a shower of metallic fragments, each piece falling to the floor before evaporating into nothingness.

?? "Well, that answers your question. May I suggest an experiment, myself?"

Claire "Bestie! You're awake!"

Gwen "That's right. Though I'm a bit embarrassed being knocked out the way I did. I should tell myself to be careful about sneak attacks in the future. But ignore my ramblings, I want to see if you can create organic beings."

Claire "You mean like plants, animals, and other stuff. Oh! I wouldn't mind creating a puppy!"

Gwen's lips curve into a knowing smile. Inspired, Claire lifts her hands, conjuring the image of the epitome of fluff and cuteness— the Shiba Inu. But silence ensues, no joyful bark or snuggle-able fur materializes. She glances down, her excitement fizzling out.

Gwen "It's alright, Claire. I guess that organic beings are off-limits. Perhaps, try recreating those black and white cubes from before."

Kanji "We probably shouldn't test that. Just conjuring a small quantity of those metals knocked her out cold."

Gwen "Ok, fair. Then what do you suggest?"

Kanji "I say, we hold off that thought until she reaches level 2. For now, I recommend she pre-summon medical supplies. Since she can exchange them at any time, we can now stockpile items."

Claire "Okie dookie! I will do that. Errr.... what should I make?"

Kanji "The healing bandages are easy to apply, but can only patch minor injuries. Those syringes on the other hand are amazing for lost limbs, but they are harder to use. I say you try your best to balance them."

Claire "Yeah and I should keep them outside my inventory all the time. So I can give them to you guys easier. Maybe I make something.... like this!"

Eyes widen as Claire extracts an unusual object from the ether— it resembles a brown ammunition belt, though its pockets are exaggeratedly large. A triangular sling bag is affixed along its length. With a casual flick, she launches the belt into the air, bounds off the ground, and glides through the gap with a flair.

Claire lands with practiced precision.

Her fingers glide across the pockets, materializing four slender syringes. A subtle tap on her bag, and suddenly, four square-shaped bandages materialize within.

Diana "Bravo! Good job, Claire!"

Claire "Thank you, Diana. Hey, Kaney. We are done, right?"

Kanji "Yeah pretty much. Anyone else has something they want to do or say."

Mina "Umm, this might be pointless. But I think we should name those syringes. Just for fun, you know!"

Sarah "Oh, I got a name! What about Flesh Syringes?!"

Gwen "A bit morbid, but it sticks with the item's function. It gets my approval."

Kanji "Fine, I don't want to debate so I'll just give it to you. From now on, these syringes will be known as Flesh Syringes."

No/Sarah "Nice."

A shared fist bump seals their solidarity. Azan strides forward, an arm raised.

Kanji "Yes, Azan. You have a question?"

Azan "Yes, it's regarding the map that you have. Does it tell you what-

Claire "Woah! Guys, Look! I can fly!"

Dave "Ah, sick! Let us join you, bro!"

Dave and Amelia intertwine their hands. As one, they soar around the room's vaulted ceiling. Kanji gestures towards a distant corner and they steer their course in unison.

Kanji "Ok, what were you saying?"

Azan "Does it tell you what the next trial is for? As in which aspect, it is?"

Kanji "No, sadly. Is that all? Surely there's more to it."

Azan "Well, it's about the RV. I'm wondering if you can store it in your portal."

Kanji "Wait, we are sticking with the RV plan? Also how large is this RV?"

Azan "Yeah, that's the problem. You see we are adults... we need separate rooms. So there are 11 floors."

Kanji "11 fucking floors! Really?! Why?!"

Adrian "Oh sorry, Kanji. I thought you would like that."

Kanji "Oh... Adrian? You are involved as well. Please explain."

Adrian "I can tell that most of us are a bit homesick. So I was thinking of an RV with different rooms to remind them of home."

Kanji ".... that's not a bad idea. Ok, we will see what everyone thinks. But should we prepare what each floor should have?"

Adrian "Not to worry, Kanji. With all the data I gathered and learned about everyone. I'm quite confident that I got it right. At least, I hope I did."

Mina "Come on, we aren't going to judge you. Just be brave and introduce the rooms to us with a big old smile."

Adrian's grin stretches ear-to-ear, a radiant beacon mirroring his excitement. He catches Kanji's eye, who responds with a soft chuckle and calls the trio of birds to descend from the ceiling. Led by Adrian, they meander outside, greeted by the mesmerizing sight of dawn.

The golden sunlight illuminates a gargantuan RV parked nearby. Emblazoned on its flanks are letters denoting each floor. From the highest peak to its sturdy base, they read "DAMADANSGCK". Each letter is embellished by a spectacular trail of flame and a different color— A fiery red, a mix of white and black, white, black, a vibrant yellow, earthy brown, fresh green, gunmetal grey, regal purple, bright orange, and finally, a deep azure blue.

Dave gives the vehicle a blank stare... he walks up and... hugs it?

Dave "It's... it's beautiful!"

Diana "Jesus, Icarus! We're not even in yet!"

Adrian "What does everyone else think?"

Sarah "This is awesome! People are gonna think we are some punk-ass teenagers with that ride."

Noah "True that." "To be honest, it is quite cringy."

Kanji "I'll pass no judgment. Let us go inside."

Stepping into the first floor of the colossal RV, they are greeted by a modest setup. At the far end lies an oversized bed, draped in a cosmos-themed blanket, its companion a sizeable drawing board. Reaching this sanctuary requires traversing a cozy kitchenette, featuring three upper cabinets, a sturdy stove, a trusty toaster, a menacing set of knives, a circulating fan, a versatile microwave, and a brand-new frying pan.

Kanji explores the cabinets, unveiling a neatly stacked collection of plates, forks, and spoons in one of them.

Kanji "Nice, do the other floors have the same kitchen?"

Adrian "Yes, kinda. I made a bit of change to each one. Sorry, that your room doesn't stick out as much."

Kanji "No, that's okay. I like how simple it is. You did a great job."

Guided by Adrian, they ascend a spiraling staircase to the second floor. It instantly captivates, walls cloaked in a brilliant orange hue adorned with vacant picture frames, poised to house treasured memories. Nestled at the far end, a playful pink bunk bed beckons, situated beside a window of cinematic proportions.

The kitchen layout mirrors the one below, with the sweet twist of a cabinet overflowing with candies and an array of snacks. This floor's heart is a snug living room, its centerpiece a rich red rug. A plush couch, a sprawling wide-screen TV, and a gaming console— with an inviting stack of games.

Claire "THIS IS AMAZING! I LOVE IT! You even add frames for my artwork! Thanks, Adrian!"

Adrian "Ha, awesome. Glad you like it. Okay moving to the next floor..."

They reach the third floor to discover a labyrinth of delicate glass enclosures, evoking the air of a research facility. Nestled within this scientific haven lies a detailed desk, neighbored by an unconventional floor mattress-styled bed. The desk teems with a variety of lab glassware, a high-powered microscope, and a compact, indoor-safe lighting kit. The kitchen here mimics the setup found on Kanji's floor.

Gwen "I like your attempts to meet my interest. It's great... but I need to change it up a bit."

Adrian "Well, it's your room so do whatever you please."

Their journey continues to the fourth floor, where an uncanny welcome awaits. Posters and books strewn near the entrance portray a parade of horror and eerie tales, setting the floor's ominous tone. This kitchen sports a coffee maker in place of the typical frying pan. The bed on this floor takes an imaginative twist, resembling the gaping maw of a monstrous entity.

Sarah "Ok... that's fucking sick! But why is there no frying pan in my kitchen?"

Adrian "I assume you're not the type to cook your own food."

Sarah "True, I just microwave junk food all the time."

Their exploration leads them to the fifth floor, bearing a striking resemblance to Sarah's, yet with a disturbing twist. Where Sarah's floor boasted books and posters, here lie unsettling replicas of corpses scattered about. The walls and windows are splattered with gory imitations of blood. Noah discovers an even larger collection of these grotesque figures concealed under the bed.

Noah "Sweet. Nice." "God, why did I do that in the first place?! At least, they don't smell like corpses."

Adrian "Oh by the way. There are spray cans inside those cabinets if you want the corpses to smell like corpses."

Noah "Right on." "Fuck! God fucking fuck!"

Advancing to the sixth floor, they are engulfed by an overwhelming sight— BOOKS EVERYWHERE, a veritable sea of literature that seems to spill onto the stairs. It leaves the wielders uncertain if there is even a bed or a kitchen on this floor.

Diana "Jesus Christ! The fuck is wrong with you."

Adrian "Sorry, I just like being near books. I...I'll try to tidy it up later. Anyway, let's just move on!"

Stepping into the seventh floor, a harmonious melody greets their ears. Their eyes fall upon a speaker emitting energizing training music. Adjacent to it, a gym mat and a set of weights beckon, accompanied by a cooling fan to help enhance the workout experience. The bed takes the form of a weight bench, complete with an authentic barbell.

Diana's face brightens with delight as her gaze lands on a blender in the kitchen. Intrigued, she inspects the cabinets, and her intuition proves correct. A treasure trove of ingredients awaits, sufficient to concoct protein shakes for days.

Diana "This is fucking perfect. Come here, wimp!"

Diana wraps him in a warm embrace, causing a blush to grace his cheeks. After parting, he adjusts his glasses and continues the lead, guiding the group to the eighth floor. A plain but cozy bed occupies the space. In the kitchen, a barista machine takes center stage, accompanied by an assortment of powders and syrups, promising a diverse array of delightful beverages. An office desk adorned with a curved-screen computer monitor completes the floor.

Azan "Nice, you got the barista machine I wanted."

Adrian "You're welcome. Alright, next floor!"

Ascending to the ninth floor, the walls become a gallery of captivating photographs, showcasing diverse locations from around the world. An archaeology desk takes center stage, adorned with a globe and an authentic map, fueling a sense of exploration. A small glass display houses a precious dinosaur fossil. The highlight of this floor is a water bed that emulates the gentle rocking sensation of sleeping on a boat.

Mina "I love it! Thank you, Adrian!"

Adrian "No problem! We are almost done! Let's move to the tenth floor!"

As they step into the following floor, a comforting and familiar scent envelops them, drawing Amelia's attention. Her eyes land upon a shelf adorned with an array of exotic flowers, infusing the space with their delightful fragrances. Notably, this floor boasts an abundance of windows, allowing natural light to flood in and provide expansive views of the surroundings.

A luxurious bed takes center stage, promising indulgent rest. The kitchen is a haven for any cook, equipped with a plethora of appliances like a coffee maker, a tea maker, a waffle presser, a blender, a mixer, and even an oven. Opening the cabinets reveals an assortment of baking trays, measuring cups and spoons, and an array of cookware.

Amelia "This is bloody fantastic, lad!"

Adrian "Glad, you like it. Now, let's go to the final floor!"

Reaching the pinnacle of the RV, the wielders are greeted by a pulsating extravaganza of disco lights as they step inside. Their eyes are immediately drawn to an array of entertainment— speakers ready to blast music, microphones beckoning for lively performances, a turntable for spinning tunes, and a karaoke set.

There is even a VR headset, a gaming chair paired with a powerful gaming PC, an RGB-lit mouse, and an RGB keyboard— every gamer's dream. Even the bed frames themselves are adorned with RGB lights, creating a flashy ambiance.

Dave "Hell yeah, bro! This is shit! Adbro, I didn't know you were in my house."

Adrian "Don't get it twisted. I just watched some of your streams. You were with me yesterday remember."

Dave "Oh, true. Shit, I forgot lol."

Kanji "Now that everyone knows their floors. Please settle yourselves in and tell me when you're done. We'll depart asap to Ireland."

(To be continued)