C289 Lord You Are Really a Genius

In the virtual realm of the game world, Rinn lounged comfortably under a sprawling sun umbrella. A massive structure sprawled before him—a single-story building that spanned several hundred square meters. This was the central hub for purple clay production in Snakefield, marked by a sign at the entrance sternly declaring, "No Admittance." As such, Rinn, the very definition of an idler