I Can Extract Game Items

The buzz about AM Coven soon spread across specific parts of the city. The name Aleman was once again on people's lips, sparking conversations and debates.

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In a crowded café, a group of gamers hunched over their phones, watching the promotional video Aleman had released a few days prior.

"Wait a second," one of them said while pointing at the screen. "Did he say his name is Aleman? As in *the* Aleman?"

Another leaned in, squinting at the figure in the futuristic helmet and suit. "You mean the guy who was selling extracted game items months ago? I thought he disappeared."

"Apparently not," the first one replied. "He's probably been busy building this place, AM Coven. Makes sense now. He's always been ahead of the curve."

A third chimed in, grinning. "I heard he's the same Aleman from *Enders Light*. You know, the guy who helped take down Malrik in Tagharium."

"Wait, *that* Aleman? The one who destroyed the monolith and blasted through Malrik's barrier?"

"Could be. Or it could be someone else just using the name for clout. Either way, I'm checking this place out. They're saying it's got items from the Swordking Dungeon on display."

"Count me in," another added. "If it's legit, I'm not missing out."

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Elsewhere, in a brightly lit office space, a woman scrolled through her phone during her break. Her eyes widened as she saw Aleman's video trending online.

"This can't be real," she muttered. "The Miracle Man?"

Her colleague looked over her shoulder. "Miracle Man?"

"Yeah, don't you remember? A few weeks ago, someone dressed exactly like this helped save a patient during surgery at Faith Specialist Hospital. He somehow worked with the police to also save a college student and caught two Oni terrorists. Everyone called him a hero back then."

Her colleague frowned, leaning closer. "You think it's the same guy?"

"He's dressed exactly the same. AM Coven is definitely worth checking out."

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Meanwhile, in the slums, a group of teenagers crowded around a beat-up laptop in a makeshift gaming den. They had stumbled upon the promotional video by chance and were now thoroughly intrigued.

"Yo, this place looks insane!" one of them exclaimed.

"Yeah, but Aleman? That's the guy from *Enders Light*, right?"

"Maybe. Or maybe someone's trying to cash in on the name. Either way, I'm saving up to go there. Imagine getting my hands on some of that gear."

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In the heart of the city's underground, a lavish private office buzzed with activity.

Sir Flookz, a dangerous looking man with a sharp suit and a sharper mind, sat in a high-backed chair as one of his underlings placed a tablet on the desk before him.

The screen displayed Aleman's video, the helmeted figure standing confidently in the interiors of AM Coven.

"Boss, you're going to want to see this," the underling voiced while stepping back respectfully.

Sir Flookz leaned forward while narrowing his beady eyes as he watched the video. When it finished, he let out a low chuckle.
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"So, that's where he's been," Flookz's voice with a deep and gravelly tone. "I haven't heard from Aleman in over a month. I thought he'd run out of tricks. But no—he was building this."

The underling nodded. "Looks like he's upgraded. New gear, new look, new business. What do you want us to do?"

Flookz leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Nothing for now. Let's see how this plays out. If Aleman's involved, there's bound to be profit. But keep an eye on him. If AM Coven becomes a problem—or an opportunity—I want to know immediately."

"Yes, boss," the underling replied while bowing slightly before leaving the room.

Flookz stared at the screen for a moment longer as a sly smile appeared on his face. "Looks like you've stepped up, Aleman. I might be paying you a visit soon."

His eyes drifted to the glowing sword placed on the left side of the wall momentarily while he let out a chuckle.

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In a particular building on the west side of the city, the elevator groaned softly as it ascended to the twelfth floor of the building.

Inside, a group of Enders Light players and traders exchanged glances with excited looks.

AM Coven's reputation had grown rapidly over the past week, and whispers of its cutting-edge designs, rare items, and elite security were enough to draw in both the curious and the ambitious.

When the elevator doors slid open, the visitors stepped out into another world.

The expansive hall of AM Coven shimmered with a futuristic brilliance as the walls glowed faintly with embedded neon strips.

Display cases lined the room, showcasing an array of dazzling artifacts from Enders Light. Each item seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, drawing gasps from the newcomers.

Yet, it wasn't just the treasures that stopped them in their tracks—it was the guards.

Standing tall at strategic points around the floor, the five men looked more like futuristic warriors than security personnel. They weren't just guards—they were a presence.

Each of them wore a smooth black modular armor plate. The armor was etched with glowing runes that pulsed rhythmically, and the insignia of AM Coven—a pair of intersecting blades forming an "A"—was emblazoned proudly on their chests.

Over the armor, a flowing black coat added an air of menace, and its edges were trimmed with silver threads that shimmered in the light.

But what truly set them apart were the Titan Arms Mk II, robotic arms fused seamlessly with their armor.

The arms glowed faintly with red energy lines tracing intricate patterns along the matte black surface. The guards moved with a mechanical precision that hinted at their enhanced capabilities.

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One of the newcomers froze mid-step. "Holy crap," he muttered while nudging his friend. "They look like something out of a cyberpunk movie."

His friend nodded slowly. "I feel like I shouldn't even breathe too hard in here."

Marcus, the towering powerhouse of the group, stood near the entrance with his robotic arms crossed over his chest.

A faint red glow illuminated his visor as he scanned the newcomers.

"Welcome to AM Coven," Marcus said with a smile. "Behave, and you'll enjoy your time here."

The young player swallowed hard, offering a nervous laugh. "Y-yeah, of course."

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Further inside, Darnell was patrolling the central area as his Fleetfoot Greaves left faint blue streaks on the ground as he moved.

His speed was mesmerizing, and he seemed to appear and disappear between displays like a ghost. A group of traders near the Starweaver Amulet watched him with unease.

"Did you see that?" one of them whispered. "He's fast. Like, *really* fast."

Another person nodded. "And those arms... Are they even human?"

As if hearing them, Darnell paused near the amulet as he tilted his head toward the group. They froze, unsure whether they had crossed some invisible line. But Darnell merely chuckled.

"Relax," he said. "I'm just doing my rounds."

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At the far end of the hall, Greg was stationed near the high-value displays. His Titan Arms were fully extended with their glowing lines casting an ominous light across the cases.

When one of the visitors leaned a little too close to a display, Greg took a single step forward and the faint clink of his boots on the floor was enough to make the man back away.

"Enjoy the view," Greg voiced with a calm but firm tone. "From a distance. Let the cashier know if you're interested in purchasing it."

Terry and Eliot were positioned near the motion detection systems, monitoring the subtle pings from their wristbands. Terry's sharp eyes flicked from one display to the next.

Eliot, ever curious, was fine-tuning a Snapbomb Trap. Its mechanisms clicked softly as he worked.

"This is next-level security," another customer murmured while glancing at Eliot. "I've never seen anything like it."

"You're looking at the future," Eliot replied without looking up. "AM Coven doesn't cut corners."

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Near the central lounge, Derrick was overseeing operations. He was dressed in a professional black suit that contrasted with the guards' heavy gear. While not as physically imposing, his calm demeanor and sharp gaze carried an authority of its own.

"Mr. Derrick," a customer approached cautiously, "are these guys... always like this?"

Derrick smiled faintly while folding his arms. "They're just doing their job. We take security seriously here. If you're here for business, you've got nothing to worry about."

The customer nodded before glancing back at the guards. "Still, they look like they could take on an army."

"They could," Derrick replied simply.

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From his vantage point in a hidden alcove near the back, Aleman watched the scene unfold. His helmet's visor glowed faintly as he observed the customers and guards alike.

After observing for some time, Aleman stepped forward and his presence immediately drew everyone's attention as the customers noticed him for the first time. Whispers spread quickly.

"That's him," someone murmured. "That's Aleman."

"Is it the same Aleman from *Enders Light*?" another asked. "The one who helped save Tagharium?"

"Or maybe it's just someone using the name. Either way, this place is insane."