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Reject Humanity, Return to Monke

Ordinary day, ordinary life, that is until, I found myself getting stabbed to death by my fellow student for reasons unknown to me. Then some kind of holographic window prompting me to reincarnate appeared while I was busy drifting through the infinite darkness of the void. Of course, I pressed yes, it’s boring here, then found myself to be a dungeon master… As a fucking monkey no less…

IAmGuavaFruit · Fantasy
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Monke and Early Christmas

Well… Jokes aside, if what I think about this [Golemcrafting] skill is correct, then I can mass produce an item with the same quality without fear of any of them becoming a tad bit lower quality than the others because of human error.

Just think about it, golems working in a place, each move automated and with a purpose as they worked together perfectly and efficiently, without any pause or hindrances, all to create the item they were programmed to create.

'I should probably use it now. My gamer sense is tingling.' As a general hoarder, I desired to have everything I desired in my possession. Yes, I can part with them, but most of the time, they stay cooped up in my inventory, never seeing the light of day.

Like the halberd of the damned Demon. Ever since he used it to attack me, it has been here with me, taking a good, long nap inside of my inventory.