Quill said he needed a break but reality often had other ideas. Or perhaps he should have said his anxiety had other ideas.

  While he had initially wanted to spend the 3 days taking a break, he didn't really know what to do with it. After about an hour of his so called 3 day break, he couldn't stand the constant anxiety and nagging doubt of not making the traps. What if those three days that he spent loafing around was the key difference to surviving the Stampede. What if he could have made a trap that ultimately took out the leader of the Buffalo and stopped the Stampede??

  Needless to say the anxiety and doubt won and he soon found himself back on the strip making more traps. Grey spent that time complaining about how he shouldn't let those thoughts win and how he should instead go back and do something nice for himself.

  Frankly, he believed she just wanted some desperate change of scenery as opposed to watching him make traps every hour of the day and night minus sleep and eating. But again, every little bit helped which made her start calling him a workaholic. But he wasn't sure if it really counted being a workaholic if said work was to prevent a potential death. She pointed out that it just sounded like a workaholic trying to justify their schedule which he couldn’t exactly argue with. Either way, he wasn't going to bother thinking about it too much when he could be thinking on how to create deadlier and crazier traps.

  So just like that, 3 days passed without much of an incident. He also progressed even further down the strip than before so it was worth it in ignoring his break. His trap making speed having really picked up at this point, even when he was getting a little more creative with their contraptions

  “At least you are spicing it up a little more with the traps by making a wide variety of them. Still think you should have gone and taken that break. How about after you build the teleporter and everyone comes through you take a break. And that doesn't mean showing people around or getting them situated! No, no no, you take a break with some you time”

  “Some ‘me time’, huh? And will you magically disappear so I could enjoy my ‘me time’?”

  “What on Earth are you going on about? How could you possibly enjoy your ‘me time’ without me being there? Are you running a fever or something?”

  “Yeah that's what I thought. Besides, there's nothing to do here. Or at least nothing that I'm interested in. No books, no games, can't really go exploring due to all the monsters around. And before you say anything, no I am not checking out the graveyard, nor will I be going Monster hunting, nor will I go down to the beach to fight a bunch of the crabs and bullet sharks. That's your idea of a good time, not mine.”

  “Every party needs a pooper that's why we invited you. Party poo-” he tuned out her singing as he made his way to the system store. He just hoped that he made enough credits to afford the E-grade teleporter and that the three days wasn't too much time.

  He quickly made his way into one of the rooms and opened up the system store menu to find out what the winning bid was on and froze when he saw the number.

  “What the fuck??? 873,962 credits!?! Wasn't this a g-ranked damaged throne?? Why is it being sold so much??”

  “Why are you asking me? who even bought it anyways?”

  “ Somebody named Quezen Fenor. Wasn't he the same guy who bought all the cursed sins hands?”

  “Yep. You know maybe we should have stayed here for the past 3 days. It would have been kind of cool to see who was trying to bid on the throne.”

  “My anxiety would still tell me to go make traps so it probably wouldn't have happened anyways. Also that name Quezen Fenor, they sound like an upstanding individual who will totally not use these cursed sin body parts and items for anything nefarious right?”

  Grey just snorted. “Yeah. They totally sound like an upstanding individual.”

  “You could at least try and sound a little more convinced in your statement.” he grumbled. But what was done was done. Perhaps he could seek out that person later on to figure out what he was like, and if he was a piece of shit, well perhaps he would start it kill list after all”

  “Fingers crossed for him to be a piece of shit”

  He ignored her and exited the room before pulling out his territory tab and heading towards the buildings section. It took a little bit to find it over the slew of all the buildings on the list but eventually found the local teleporter and selected it before looking up in the sky to figure out where in his territory the system oh so graciously ordained his teleporter to be.

  He saw it shoot down from the sky on the opposite end of the territory by the cliffside. Of course it was on the opposite end. Why wouldn't it be? No he couldn't have the Blasted thing being nearby. That would be way too convenient. Why couldn’t he just choose where the blasted things were placed??

  He did remember when he was fiddling around with his menu he could actually spend credits to move these system placed buildings but the number it was asking for was astronomical and he couldn’t afford it.

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  Wanting to get over there as soon as possible, he manifested his skateboard again and shot forward in that direction, once again choosing that over his beyblade because of its simplicity

  “You could also do the gerbil ball? Think of it as training and practice in case you ever come across a situation where you get really really dizzy.”

  “If I ever come across a situation like that, you can say I told you so.” He responded to her as he sped towards the teleporter building. Making sure to stop by and give a salute and respect to Wind Cutter as he did so.

  When he got there, he was once again greeted by a ridiculously large building. Not as big as the system store but still a very good size. This did make him think about how it seemed more and more likely that the higher grade the building was the bigger it was. He still argued that the size was nothing more than an inconvenience but he was probably preaching to a wall for all the good it did. Hells, already this territory felt like it was too big and now with the added extra building it was likely to get even larger due to the “Development”.

  He dissipated his skateboard and headed on into the building that looked like a giant cement block with no windows that was about 5 stories high, with 7 large double doors that stretched halfway up the building and was likely several meters wide.

  He knew the system was an artistic hack due to all of its copy and pasting, but surely it could have at least copied some kind of building with some semblance of architecture. Maybe he could find a way to change not just this building's appearance but also the system shop. Or at the very least have the outside remodeled because this was just a horrible sight and ruined any kind of scenery.

  He stepped into the building, choosing to enter the very center doors and looked around. As opposed to the system shop it had a ceiling that was also cement. Or cement looking, and it was much lower than the building itself. Perhaps halfway leading him to think there were probably two stories to the whole thing.

  Everything else had a brutalistic kind of architecture that gave off more of a fortress vibe then any kind of welcoming teleportation building. He knew if he were to step into any kind of teleportation and came out the other side with a building like this. He'd think he had accidentally stumbled upon some authoritarian fascist regime.

  He noted two large staircases going up to his left and right towards the second floor before looking at the wide open room inside. It was more Bare Bones than the system shop and even less grandiose. He wasn't sure if that was because it was an E-grade or if the design of the building was just different. Either way there were four large doors across from him. It seemed fairly simple that each store led to a teleportation room. Or at least that was his assumption.

  Picking the farthest left door he headed over and stepped inside. What greeted him was multiple small circular platforms moving around the outline of the room and one large platform in the center.

  He said small platforms but really said small platforms were likely several meters in diameter. They were just small compared to the center one. He wasn't even going to bother guessing on its diameter or radius. Before he could get a closer look, a system prompt flashed in front of his face.

  Automatically sync this room's teleportation platforms to other potential teleportation platforms within your territory?

  He assumed The Outpost was technically part of his territory so he answered yes and got a second system prompt.

  Automatically sync this room's teleportation platforms to other teleportation platforms within your planet?

  He considered that for a moment before answering no, which once again earned a system prompt.

  You may go through the list of available teleporters and what territory and or faction they belong to to greenlist any you wish at any point in time.

  Would you look at that, actually helpful information that he didn't have to ask for or poke around the system menus for. He decided to go through his territory menu and eventually found the tab/submenu for the teleporters to see what was available and who else had built one on this planet. The answer was a resounding zero. Not even Ssevinac had one built yet! Why the hell was he rushing to try and build this damn thing if the bloody rat didn’t even have his fully functional yet! Why the hell was the system even asking him to sync to other teleporters within his territory if he didn't even have any others! Hopefully it would automatically sync if that were the case whenever they did establish the teleporter like it suggested. It was so defective he could easily see the blasted system glitching and not doing that.

  He rubbed his head in annoyance as he thought about what he was going to do next. Technically his plan on dealing with the buffalo hadn't really changed with or without Ssevinac and the potential reinforcements. It still would have been nice to have but he also did have a couple more weeks for them to show up so who knows maybe he'd luck out.

  He stepped out of the room and not really seeing any reason to go to the other rooms or check upstairs he headed outside and opened up the territory submenu with the automatons. He took two of the E grade ones that were guarding the border between his territory and the crabs and sharks and set them to guard this building instead.

  Then after much hemming and hawing he decided to buy a high-grade f-tier automaton and with the quick flash of light he looked at the new mechanical Soldier. After casting a quick identify and learning its level was 60, he assigned it to be inside the teleportation building and gave it express orders that any being or beings that came out of one of the rooms was to be guided to the makeshift wall by the land strip but not to venture past that as he did not want any of his traps getting triggered.

  By the time he finished giving his order and the automaton was inside the building, the two E-grades had shown up and taken a defensive position around the perimeter. Sure there didn't appear to be much in the way of threats, at least on the ground, but who knows if there were some kind of tunneling creature existed underneath and that wasn't even counting all the birds that were flying up in the air. None had bothered him yet but that didn't mean they might not try.

  His mind did briefly stray into wondering if those giant birds pooped and if so how big was that poop but he decided not to think on it and quickly shut down those thoughts.

  “ So what are you going to do now? Same old same old?”

  “Same old same old. I'm going to head to the system store and buy as much as I can so I can hopefully stay on the strip until my time has run up while building as many traps as I can. I can just keep checking the system territory sub menu with the teleporters to see if Ssevinac and the rest have built one. If they do I can assume they will be coming over quickly and I can then go meet them at the wall, otherwise no point in leaving.”

  “Ugh! this Stampede better be worth all these hours of endless toil and boredom.”

  He hated to admit it but he was inclined to agree on some level. Even with making the traps to be more creative. He also could really use that break without his anxiety pestering him.