Around eight in the evening, inside the Nexus Store, the quiet hum of production filled the air like a steady heartbeat that refused to slow down. The counters stood empty, no customers lingering, no footsteps interrupting the rhythm, leaving Kiara alone with the system's voice echoing at regular intervals.
[Ding! You successfully created a 9mm bullet]
The notification appeared, faded, and then returned again.
[Ding! You successfully created a 9mm bullet]
Kiara's hands moved in a practiced flow, her focus sharp and unwavering as she processed batch after batch. The metallic scent of materials, the faint warmth of generated energy, and the soft mechanical hum blended into a strange kind of calm, yet beneath that calm her mind remained restless, calculating time, output, and efficiency with quiet intensity.
"No customers… good," she thought, her fingers pausing only for a fraction of a second before continuing. "I need to finish as much as possible before tomorrow."
