You stand in the temple’s cold hush and do the tally in your head, feeling every hidden chamber and reinforced channel beneath your skin. The original integrated firearm remains part of you, and the thirty-three additional designs now exist in your blueprint, poised for incorporation rather than already complete. For the moment, you do not yet carry thirty-four fully integrated firearms; you carry one finished implantation and the knowledge to become far more than that. The bell below the floor gives a small, measured note, as if acknowledging the distinction.

The faceless statues remain still, but the corridor seems to wait with sharpened attention. Your body is no longer merely flesh, yet it is also not the final form you have planned. If you wish, you can begin the next phase and bring the remaining designs into living metal. Until then, the temple holds its breath around your nearly realized arsenal.