The morning air was crisp, and the mansion felt strangely empty. Oliver didn't waste time enjoying the luxury. A pro player knows that "Day 2" is for expansion.
He stepped out into his yard. Using his bare hands and the flint he'd gathered yesterday, he began to lash sharp stones to sturdy twigs with dried grass. In the game, this happened in a menu. Here, it was a meditative craft. Soon, a Flint Axe and a Pickaxe lay on the grass. They felt heavier than they looked, but perfectly balanced.
He cleared a flat space near the mansion's entrance. To progress, he needed the Science Machine. In the Constant, it required gold nuggets, rocks, and wood. He had the wood and stone, but gold was the bottleneck.
He summoned a Shadow Worker.
The shadow drifted toward a rocky outcropping near a stream. Within an hour, it returned with several heavy, glittering rocks. This wasn't the refined gold of a bank; it was raw, ancient Middle-earth ore.
Oliver laid the materials in a circle: four logs, four rocks, and one gold nugget. He opened the Codex, but not to summon a servant. He searched for the "Transmutation" glyphs.
As he spoke the command, the air began to hum. This wasn't mechanical assembly; it was alchemy. The gold melted into liquid light, flowing into the rocks and wood like glowing veins. The materials shifted and groaned, snapping together as if pulled by a magnetic force.
When the light faded, a bizarre structure stood before him. It had a spinning wooden wheel, a golden lever, and stone gears that moved without a motor.
He realized that the "Science Machine" was actually a Magical Converter. It took the raw essence of the world and "translated" it into mechanical logic.
He looked at the machine, then at the vast, unexplored forest beyond his clearing.
With science machine, Oliver, begin to make what he couldn't make without the artifact, like tools, survival items, food producing items, scientific items and dresses.
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The Mansion was no longer just a house; it was becoming a laboratory. Oliver stood before the Science Machine, the golden lever clicking as he fed it raw materials. To an outsider, it looked like he was sacrificing wood and stone to a strange idol. To Oliver, it was efficient crafting.
He fed the machine grass and twigs. The gears spun, weaving the fibers with unnatural precision until a sturdy Backpack popped out. He slid it on, feeling the weight distribute perfectly. Next came the Log Suit, the Shovel, and a Compass. He even crafted a silk-and-twigs Umbrella just in case to avoid getting wet in rain.
He pulled out the gold nuggets his Shadow Workers had mined. He carefully aligned them with the stone and wood. The Science Machine hummed a low, electric tune. One by one, he produced the Thermal Measurer and the Rainometer, mounting them to the exterior wall of his mansion.
Finally, he crafted several Electric Doodads—the heart of all advanced DS tech—and used them to erect a Lightning Rod atop his roof. He knew all too well how a single stray bolt could turn his wooden mansion into a funeral pyre.
With the base secured against the elements, Oliver turned his attention to long-term sustainability.
He checked the "recipe" in his mind. He had the seeds and the cut stone for the border, but he hit a wall: Manure.
He looked at his refined tools. He didn't have the materials for a luxury weapon yet, but a Spear was within reach. He took a length of sturdy wood, a sharp piece of flint, and the Rope he had just processed through the machine. He lashed them together, testing the point against his thumb.
He gripped the spear and adjusted his Log Suit.
Leaving the safety of his mansion's perimeter, Oliver stepped back into the dense forest, his eyes scanning the ground not for gold or flint this time, but for the tracks of a beast that could help his garden grow.