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... hysique or something? You don't expect me to somehow become a god without the ability to manipulate stellar energy, do you?" Lucas called the system.

"The system is the Training system for the Crafts god. My task is to grow the host to be a competent craftsman and rise to the rank of god. It will only be natural for there to be solutions. Host needs not bother about this and focus on completing the mission at hand." The system responded with a flat tone.

Lucas sighed inwardly but ...

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