West lay back on his bed with one arm tucked behind his head, staring at the faint glow of the system interface hovering above him like a second ceiling.
For the first time since the ruins incident, his mind wasn't racing because of danger, fear, or adrenaline.
It was racing because of possibilities.
"…There's a lot to do," he muttered in an excited, slightly unhinged way.
He mentally counted them off, lifting a finger for each point like he was organizing his life on an invisible whiteboard.
First.
He needed to make another summon. A proper one this time. Not a god with an ego the size of a continent who treated him like lint on her divine robe.
He needed a summon he could actually contract with.
Something that wouldn't erase half a ruin chamber just to make a point.
Second...
The shop.
That cursed, beautiful shop.
He had over three hundred Cuck Points now.
