BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM



Two days had slipped away since Erik had obtained the power, and the passage of time had been filled with training, observations, and contemplation. 

The mysterious crimson sphere, now simply called "the egg," continued to fascinate him. Of course, Erik's curiosity would be satisfied only once it hatched, but the feeling was intense.

During these days, Erik earned a lot of money. At the same time, his guild members were out hunting, adding to their earnings without him lifting a finger. Leadership benefits began manifesting, and Erik's ambitions grew like his bank account. 

However, there was a problem. Until now, Erik didn't offer a place to stay to the guild members, who each slept in their homes or places. Though he realized the guild needed a headquarters and someone to handle administrative matters, Erik's thoughts turned to Lucas's Trades. It was known for its wide array of goods and services, a melting pot of commerce where one could find anything.

It was the direct competitor of the Haven Market that, due to what happened with Doran, was currently under investigation and could not sell or buy anything.

Erik's exit from the hotel room was swift and decisive, his mind set on the tasks ahead. A quick call to a local cab service had a vehicle waiting for him in mere moments, and he found himself en route to Lucas's Trades.

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Erik's arrival did not go unnoticed as the cab pulled into the market parking lot. A group of well-dressed individuals emerged to greet him, their faces lighting up with recognition as they spotted his iconic mask.

Their uniform blended formality and sophistication, designed to reflect the upscale nature of Lucas's Trades. Each member of the greeting party wore a tailored black suit, crisply ironed and free of any wrinkles. 

The jackets were adorned with subtle gold piping along the edges, adding a touch of elegance without being ostentatious.

Underneath the jackets, they wore pristine white dress shirts complemented by black silk ties that bore the Lucas's Trades emblem. 

This intricate golden design symbolized luxury and quality service. The emblem was replicated on a discreet lapel pin adorning their jackets' left side.

Their shoes were polished to a high shine, reflecting the care and attention to detail in their overall appearance. 

Matching black leather gloves completed the ensemble, underscoring the level of professionalism expected from the staff.

The establishment was indeed at the same level as Haven Market. Now that it had taken its share, they were doing even better.

Even if they were curious about the young masked man who had just stepped into their establishment. They didn't let it see. Their demeanor was calm and professional.

"Good morning, Mister Kay," one of the waiters intoned, his voice filled with deference. Erik's reputation had clearly preceded him.

"Good morning," he replied, his tone courteous but focused. "I need someone to assist me in finding some buildings suitable for my guild's main quarters."

The waiters were eager to comply, guiding him inside with hospitality. The entrance to the shop was an architectural marvel, exuding luxury and sophistication from every angle. 

Framed by towering marble columns, the gateway featured elaborate wrought-iron gates gracefully intertwined with gold leaf accents. Above the entrance, a grand arch bore intricate carvings depicting scenes of trade and wealth. 

The pathway to the gates was lined with impeccably manicured hedges and exotic flowers, creating a welcoming aura. Elegant lanterns on either side cast a warm, golden glow, enhancing the opulent atmosphere. 

As visitors approached, uniformed attendants stood at the ready, their polished appearance reflecting the market's commitment to providing their customers with the best service possible. 

Erik's presence seemed to stir the building into action, and it wasn't long before a well-groomed man in a sharply tailored suit hurried out to meet him.

"Mister Kay, it's a pleasure to meet you," the man said, extending a hand with a warm smile. "My colleagues informed me of your needs. I specialize in property sales and believe I have just the selections you might be interested in."

"That's good to hear," Erik replied, accepting the handshake. His eyes scanned the man, taking in his confident stance and professional demeanor. "Shall we proceed then? Time is of the essence."

"Certainly, Mister Kay," the man acquiesced, his eagerness to assist evident in his swift response. He quickly summoned a sleek limousine, and the two of them were soon comfortably seated in the luxurious vehicle, gliding through the city streets.

As they traveled, the property specialist engaged Erik in conversation, inquiring about his needs and preferences. 

"Mister Kay, I'm happy to assist you in finding the perfect location for your guild's headquarters. To begin, may I know some of your specific requirements? The more details you can provide, the better I can tailor my search to meet your needs," the man said, his tone professional.

"Certainly. We need a comprehensive facility, as our guild is still young and requires setting everything up. The place must have an armory, secure and well-designed to house our weapons and equipment," Erik answered.

"Understood. Security for the armory is paramount. What else can I include in the search criteria?" the man inquired.

"We have several vehicles, so ample parking space is a must. In addition, storage rooms are necessary for various materials and offices for administrative functions," Erik explained.

"That makes sense. I assume you'll also need areas for training?" the man asked, taking notes.

"Exactly. Training areas are vital for our guild's development, both indoors and outdoors, if possible. We also need resting areas where our members can relax and unwind," Erik affirmed.

"Resting areas are indeed important for a balanced environment. What about accommodations? Will you require dormitories or separate living quarters?" The man continued.

"Dorms will be essential. We'll need enough space to house our members comfortably. The headquarters should feel like a second home to our guild, providing everything from work to relaxation under one roof," Erik stated, emphasizing the importance of the guild's comfort.

"I see, Mister Kay. Your requirements are clear, and you're envisioning a fully integrated headquarters. Rest assured, I have a few properties that might meet these needs. Do you want to see them?" the man assured, appearing confident.

"Yes, let's move forward. I'm eager to see what you have to offer. Thank you for understanding our guild's requirements," Erik said, expressing his gratitude.

"It's my pleasure, Mister Kay. I'm confident that we'll find a place that incorporates your vision for the guild's headquarters," the man replied with a smile.

The man presented a portfolio of potential locations he sent to the holographic device inside the car, each highlighted with detailed descriptions, photographs, and floor plans.

Erik's discerning eye roved over the material, asking pointed questions and providing clear feedback. The man was attentive and responsive, adjusting his recommendations based on Erik's input.

The limousine's smooth ride allowed for productive discussion, and by the time they reached their first destination, a clear understanding had been established between buyer and seller. 

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