Zarek tossed the gun to the side, not planning on taking it with him. If there was one thing he struggled to make with Temp Duplicate, it was definitely guns.
The explosive nature of them required far more durability than he could manage. He would have to find a better weapon—or a new blueprint.
'Hm, maybe Pensare is hiding something good around here.'
The place Marx had mentioned earlier was quite interesting. Zarek had yet to be there, but the fact that a place capable of such a thing existed under the control of the likes of GFI… well, it was quite intriguing nonetheless.
Organizations had advantages that came from their numbers—advantages Zarek alone could never match. He was starting to see their benefit.
Zarek bent forward and picked up CEO Pensare's katana.
'Not a bad sword. It's actually a D Class item. You really didn't earn this treasure at all, did you?'
