Glosan's Plan and the Item
"Dammit, that moron!" Glosan shouted as he struck his fist against the table in his office. The table, which was made out of a branch of a world tree similar to Yggdrasil, broke from the blow, snapping in half.
Glosan glanced down at the broken table and the splinters that had flown around before sighing.
"Why the hell would you attack someone of the leveling realm when you could have simply traded something for the item, now the chances of me getting it are abysmally low," Glosan said before sitting down and leaning back against the chair. He stared at the ceiling, anger still visible on his face.
"Luckily my plans won't be ruined, but finding another piece will take a long time, I have no idea how many centuries it will take, and to think I almost had it in my grasp, tch." Glosan clicked his tongue in frustration before calling for his right-hand man.