In the land of gods, within the forges of celestial weapons, is an immortal who prides himself on his mechanical inventions.

He sits atop his newest creation, tapping the golden metal with his hand. "This is what real work looks like." He smirks down at you.

"So, why don't you take your little trinkets out of my workshop before I send you out in a metal case."

You had brought your own devices, yet he deemed them useless at a glance.