The idea was reckless, arrogant and potentially suicidal.
A Tier 1 summoner trying to play kingmaker in a world ruled by gangs, mafias, and families with decades of accumulated power?
That was how people disappeared.
But still…
The thought wouldn't leave.
He clenched his fist.
"…Not yet."
This wasn't something he tested on impulse.
If he ever went down that path, it would be with people he trusted completely.
People who wouldn't sell him out the moment things got dangerous.
Loyal folks that could keep his secret.
West let the thought sink into the back of his mind like a sealed file marked Later.
For now, priorities mattered.
Summon...
Shop...
Research legitimate channels where he could sell ruin materials.
These three were at the top of his priority list right now.
However, he couldn't do most of them indoors.
The inventory research was already underway, thanks to the internet.
The summoning and shop browsing?
Those needed space, focus and secrecy.
