Ethan stepped out of his mansion with a beaming smile on his face.
At present, Goldenveil burned through roughly twenty inferior magic cores every month. At that rate, its reserves wouldn't hold out more than a few months before running dry.
Fortunately, the two hundred and fifty corrupted inferior mana beast cores he'd pulled from those premium gacha tickets had pushed the stockpile close to three hundred and fifty.
Even factoring in the rising consumption, that should comfortably last another year.
A generous window of time. With the help of the adventurers and the imminent arrival of war, he was certain he could keep piling up more cores without much trouble.
Shaking his head to clear it, Ethan set off toward his first stop of the day: the Goldenveil warehouse.
When he reached the old building tucked away on the street behind the barracks, he asked the two employees inside to step out and waited for the door to click shut behind them.
