Atomic

I listened to his conversation intently.

"So, that old man was an artificial human?" I asked, my curiosity rising.

"Yeah. That old man, according to scientists, is a type of Golem. They tried replicating him but failed miserably," he said with a smirk.

As I absorbed his words, many things became clear. The most prominent realization, however, was that humanity hadn't looked beyond the dungeons. They barely knew anything about what lay beyond these gates.

Ding!

As I was lost in thought, the sudden ring of Mr. T'Zaero's phone snapped me back.

"Pardon me," he said, glancing at the screen before answering the call.

After a brief conversation, he turned to me. "Sorry, Mr. Chairman is calling me. I have to go."

We shook hands before he moved toward the door, but he paused briefly. "One more thing," he added as a set of keys materialized in his hand.