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After some time, the convoy arrived at the outskirts of Luminae, where the city's bustling energy gave way to a rather quieter, industrial spaces. The road was less crowded here, and the air carried a subtle tang of metal and machinery. As the SUVs pulled up, Zastan gazed out the window, spotting the warehouse that Darius had arrange a massive structure enclosed by a tall fence, with a single guarded entrance at the front.
The warehouse itself was imposing, constructed from dark steel and built to withstand the test of time. Its vast exterior hinted at the even larger interior, designed to accommodate large-scale operations. Just beyond the entrance, Zastan could see a few large parking spaces, likely meant for trucks or other sizeable vehicles needed for the kind of production he had in mind.
As Zastan stepped out of the SUV, the crisp air hit him, a sharp contrast to the climate-controlled comfort of the car. His gaze shifted to the entrance of the warehouse where Darius stood, flanked by a few robust men who stood at attention, their postures alert and disciplined.
"Welcome, Young Master," Darius greeted with a respectful nod, his voice steady. "Everything is as you ordered."
"Good," Zastan replied, his tone reflecting his satisfaction. "Let's see it."
Darius turned and led the way, escorting Zastan inside the warehouse. The interior was vast and bustling with activities. Rows of large machinery filled the space, some towering several meters high. The steady hum of motors and the occasional clanking of metal echoed through the expansive hall, creating a symphony of industrial efficiency.
Everywhere Zastan looked, his MK1 Biochemicals were working hard at work, diligently tinkering with the machines, their expressions focused and intent as they familiarized themselves with the equipment.
"These machines," Darius began, gesturing to a series of towering contraptions with large cylindrical chambers and conveyor belts, "are your primary ore purification units. They're designed to refine raw materials into pure metal ingots. The ones over there.." he pointed to another section where a group of MK1s were gathered, studying control panels and adjusting settings, "Those handle smelting and casting. Once the ore is refined, it's melted down, cast into molds, and then rapidly cooled to form the rods you wanted."
Zastan nodded, taking in the scale of the operation. It was one thing to envision it, but seeing it all set up and in motion was a different kind of satisfaction. Darius continued, his voice carrying over the noise of the machines.
"During the past few days, I've had the MK1s trained on how to operate each piece of equipment. They've been running simulations, troubleshooting, and making adjustments as needed. They're learning fast, and at this rate, I'm confident they'll master the process soon."
"Efficient," Zastan remarked, watching as one MK1 expertly adjusted a dial on a purification unit. "I like that."
"Indeed, Young Master," Darius agreed, nodding. "By tomorrow, or the day after at the latest, I can guarantee that we'll be fully operational. We've also cleared out the inside, did some renovations, and installed the necessary safety measures. I've even secured the licenses and permits. It was a bit of a hassle, but we managed to speed things up a little. The final confirmation should be done within the next day."
Zastan's lips curled into a pleased smile. "No conflicts, no setbacks?"
"None," Darius affirmed confidently. "With everything in place, production will start smoothly. Once we're up and running, it's just a matter of keeping the process optimized and efficient."
Zastan nodded, clearly satisfied with Darius's report. "Well done, Darius. This is exactly what I needed." He glanced around once more, appreciating the sight of his MK1s working in harmony with the machinery. This was just the beginning, but it was a strong one.
"Let's get started, then," Zastan said decisively. He navigated through the system, withdrawing gold from his gold mine. In an instant, a shimmering pile of raw, unrefined gold materialized on the floor in front of him, glistening under the harsh warehouse lights.
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"Start refining this," Zastan ordered, his voice carrying over the noise. The MK1s immediately shifted their focus, moving with coordinated precision to gather the gold. They swiftly began the refining process, feeding the raw material into the machines which roared to life, smelting the gold and purifying it into gleaming bars.
Satisfied, Zastan moved on. With a wave of his hand, a collection of large guns—RZ-40 Sniper Rifles, HT-15 Assault Rifles, and VX-9 Tactical Pistols—appeared, neatly arranged in a row beside the refining machines. Each weapon was sleek, modern, and lethal, a testament to the advanced technology Zastan had acquired.
"Store these for now," he instructed, "but be ready to use them when needed." The MK1s nodded, quickly organizing the weapons into secure storage units designed to keep them protected yet accessible.
After taking a moment to survey the progress, Zastan turned back to Darius.
"I'll leave you to oversee things here. Make sure everything goes smoothly. I'll be checking in regularly."
"Of course, Young Master," Darius assured him. "I'll keep you updated on our progress. And if there's anything else you need, just let me know."
With a final nod, Zastan left the warehouse, satisfied with the state of his operation. He had more work to do and plans to set in motion. Back at the hotel, Zastan settled into his suite.
A large notebook lay open in front of him, its pages filled with detailed notes and diagrams.
Pages were filled with sketches of his production lines, plans for expansions, and the next steps of his growing empire. The panels of the system floated beside him, data streaming across the screens as he navigated through the various options and resources available to him.
As he scrolled through the system, his pen danced across the paper, jotting down figures, ideas, and adjustments. He paused occasionally, tapping his chin thoughtfully before writing something else. Each line was carefully considered, each detail meticulously planned.
"Production is on track… Licenses should be finalized by tomorrow…" Zastan murmured to himself, his eyes flicking between the system's interface and his notes. "Need to expand the smelting line… maybe add another purification unit…"
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The next day, Zastan awoke feeling invigorated. He moved through his morning routine with a sense of purpose, eating breakfast quickly, washing up, and dressing in a sharp outfit that exuded confidence. Today was the day he would finally see his empire begin to take shape. After a quick check in the mirror, he set off to the warehouse, eager to hear the latest updates from Darius.
Upon arrival, Zastan's anticipation only grew as he stepped out of the SUV and made his way toward the entrance. The familiar sight of the bustling warehouse greeted him, filled with the rhythmic hum of machinery and the focused faces of his Biochemicals.
Zastan quickly found Darius overseeing a group of MK1s who were adjusting a particularly large piece of equipment.
"Darius!" Zastan called out, striding over with purpose. "What's the update? Are we ready to start production?"
Darius turned, offering a confident smile. "Morning, Young Master. I've got good news. By tonight, at the latest, we should be able to start full production. I've also drafted a scheduling plan for all the staff—the Biochemicals will have their working hours, rest times, and rotations all set."
He motioned subtly with his hand, signaling one of the MK2s who immediately stepped forward, carrying two sleek briefcases. The Biochemical placed them carefully in front of Zastan, opening them to reveal stacks of neatly bundled cash.
Zastan's eyes gleamed as he recharged the cash into the system, a smooth transfer of resources that he quickly put to use. With a few taps, he upgraded the Iron Mine, watching with satisfaction as the production rate jumped to 64 grams per second.
"Sixty-four grams per second," Zastan murmured to himself, calculating quickly. "That's two points every minute, nearly three thousand points a day once we're fully operational. This is just the beginning."
Darius nodded, impressed. "We're moving fast, Young Master. At this rate, we'll hit our targets in no time."
Zastan gave an approving nod and followed Darius into a cooled, air-conditioned room within the warehouse. The space was quieter, insulated from the noise outside, making it an ideal spot for planning and strategizing. Inside, Zastan immediately turned his attention to the system's interface, his focus locked on the 'Task' menu. A timer was counting down.
Seconds later, the timer hit zero, and the screen refreshed with a new set of challenges:
[Spend $1,000,000 – Reward: 20,000 Miner points.]
[Earn $10,000,000 – Reward: 5,000 points.]
[Produce 5,000 points worth of items a day – Reward: Level 2 Strengthening Potion.]
Zastan chuckled, reading through the tasks. "This is going to be a breeze," he said, a smirk spreading across his face. "In a week, before the tasks refreshes, I'm Sure I can clear all these out." He closed the task screen and pulled up his stats.
Name: Zastan
Level: 2 (11,238,389/250,000,000)
Age: 18
Balance: $47,829
Stats:
Strength: 12
Agility: 11
Intelligence: 7
(5 is the average for humans)
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