"It's possible," he admitted softly. "But you haven't even executed one percent of your plan."
Ivy clicked her tongue. "I still need to track down evil but wealthy people so I can seize their assets."
Silas's brows pinched at her words.
"You don't need to worry about that. I'll find them for you. And from now on, you will be under my supervision. You made a mess of your health when I wasn't watching. I refuse to let you work yourself into the ground again."
Ivy stuck out her tongue. "You're taking me too seriously."
Silas ignored her childish protest.
"My temporal storage can also preserve items. It's static. If I put something hot inside, it stays hot even after ten years."
Ivy nodded eagerly. "That's amazing!"
Silas continued,
"And aside from minerals, what fascinates me more are weapons and armory. Plasma guns, for example. They are extremely effective against zombies. I plan to start duplicating them soon."
Ivy's eyes widened. She shook her head immediately.
