Chapter 2338 Too Rudimentary Too Flawed

Chapter 2338 Too Rudimentary Too Flawed

Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Trophy Section, Inter-realm city, Sector DS0909, Chaos Dwarven District

Walking into the Chaos Dwarven District, Wyatt felt overwhelmed. There were too many choices, and each one seemed like the best. He couldn't make up his mind—every workshop appeared similar, offering no clear way to distinguish one from another without analyzing their items individually.

Each workshop belonged to a Chaos Dwarven guild, all renowned for their craftsmanship. The inter-realm network was no help either; it offered little to no information to differentiate the workshops. Wyatt specifically wanted to find a workshop skilled in refining corpse puppets, but the network provided almost no relevant details. While he understood the Chaos Dwarves' disdain for gimmicks, he couldn't help but think they could at least list what they sold and who excelled at what. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The lack of guidance was frustrating. Half of Wyatt's enthusiasm for creating a corpse puppet daughter gem had already faded. With no other options, he decided to choose a workshop at random and see what surprises fate had in store for him. As he ventured deeper into the district, a workshop in a back alley caught his attention, and he stepped inside.

He didn't have to wait long. The grandiose ceiling of the hall morphed, transforming into a massive eye that peeked into the room and locked its gaze onto the stone in Wyatt's hand. Taking the cue, Wyatt calmly returned the stone to his storage card and resumed studying the humanoid corpse puppets, ignoring the eye above, which now seemed to be staring directly at him.

The corpse puppets all resembled humans, though some had pointed ears or noses or sharp nails resembling claws, while others appeared larger, almost giant-like, compared to the average human size. They looked decent, but their levels ranged only from the demon grandmaster realm to demon emperor at best. Higher-realm puppets weren't on display, nor were there any puppets crafted for other species with different shapes and sizes. Wyatt couldn't help but wonder: was the array simply assuming his preference based on his physical build and realm, or was it just being outright racist?

Considering this was a Chaos Dwarf's workshop, Wyatt concluded it was likely the former, but that realization only deepened his disappointment. He had expected a Chaos Dwarf to implement a more sophisticated system, especially if they were too busy or unwilling to hire staff to attend to customers.

Wyatt had tried to find a way to communicate with the array managing the workshop to specify what he wanted, but no such function existed. The array was rudimentary, riddled with flaws, and utterly lacked a decent customer interface. While the concept behind it was sound, the execution was abysmal.

He should have known better than to expect much from a workshop that didn't even have a name. Yes, the Chaos Dwarf responsible for this workshop hadn't bothered naming it. Even the Devil Merchant Code referred to it as "Unnamed." No, it wasn't as though they named it Unnamed intentionally—they simply hadn't chosen a name at all, leaving the Devil Merchant Code to fill in the blank with "Unnamed Workshop—10101." Showing that this chaos Dwarf wasn't and last to do this. Fed up with the array and seeing that the Chaos Dwarf who ran the workshop still wasn't willing to appear, even after Wyatt had drawn out a precious ore that caught their attention, he decided to cut his losses and try his luck at another workshop. His experience here solidified his belief in the importance of marketing and a strong online presence for any brand. Had this workshop invested in such efforts, the bad reviews and negative customer feedback might have warned him in advance, saving him from wasting his time entering it.

However, just as he headed out without purchasing anything, instead of finding himself back on the streets of the Chaos Dwarven District, Wyatt appeared in a plain, white, seemingly endless hall. Before he could process the abrupt change, a young dwarf with bare torso and leather skirt materialized in front of him and demanded, "Mortal, take out the Orbiumite!"