Chapter 157: Fog-Gate Delivery
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The morning buzzed with life: sparrows darting from the rooftops, the low hum of distant merchant wagons came from far far away. Nima giggling as Auri tried to chase his own shadow.
Kent turned slightly, eyes drifting toward the horizon. In three days, the first piece of his new empire would arrive. Not gold, not weapons, but a glass vessel of a future only for collecting SP. The system had already taken care of trade system.
He whispered by himself, "Let's grow a world no one ever dreamed of."
Nima rattled on about her newest obsession, almond biscuits stuffed with melon jam and the stray gray kitten she'd seen by the canal. Kent answered in half‑phrases, content to let her chatter fill the air while a larger melody hummed in his chest: the whistle warm against his palm, the SP counter ticking upward, the promise of realm‑glass spheres.
