There were few things Jack found particularly entertaining, with the absolute destruction of scum being one of them. He could do little more than smile as he observed his kids delivering some well deserved justice to some outstanding bastards, even if said justice was delivered somewhat late. As the saying went- better late than never. Not that he would ever outright confess to the kids he was keeping his eye on them more often than not, lest he be teased about it to no end. He would, however, readily offer them his encouragement and thumbs up if they ever brought the situation up.

  Once he was sure there would be no more exciting things happening, he returned his focus back to his own task at hand, his palm slowly and carefully sliding over the cover of a particularly aged book- it was in quite a decent condition still. It had taken his a fair few hours until a proper solution had reached him in the form of a rather peculiar invention that had provided him with the necessary knowledge to dive into the contents of this particular book. He could do nothing but praise the system at moments like this, for there was no better archivist of all things known that the system itself.

  Year 132 of Vihvers sign.

  They understand nothing, the fools.I have tried to explain it to them time and time again. Not only does our salvation lay within this particular puzzle, but even a path forward. A way to break this world's shackles and ascend. A way to explore things only ever known to divines themselves. I even laid it all out before them.

  Ha, and what do the fools decide to do? Do they listen to me? As if. They not only ignore my advice, and the clear evidence that lay before them, but also shun me and call me a madman. A crazed mind filled with crazed ideas. A danger to society and to the magic of this world at large. Old fools the lot of them I say. And yet, it's not there that their obvious madness end. Oh no, they deemed it prudent to lock me up as well. To prevent my mark spreading along the world, helping the people understand just what kind of danger lurks just over the horizon. Just what kind of entity could make it act. No matter, if they can not see reason and truth, I shall place it upon my own shoulders and bear this burden. I shall be the saviour our people need.

  The author or the book sure as hell seemed convinced about his perceived truth and the way forward, so much so that he seemed ready and willing to go off the rocker so to speak, and seeing how Jack found his last refuge in a dungeon, locked away from the general populace that would venture said dungeon, he had to believe it was for a reason. He knew, truth be told. Anything eldritch related was just that dangerous in the wrong hands.

  Once past the initial few dozen pages of the author griping about the general lack of cooperation or understanding towards his work and idea, he began to explain the core principles behind his theory, only for Jack to immediately notice several, extremely grave pitfalls the man had failed no notice, clearly resulting in the situation his resting place had been found.

  He had somehow, for better or for worse, come into contact with eldritch forces, his mind briefly touched and thus shown a possible answer to the most pressing issue his mind had been locked on at the time- his kinds' struggle to break past the barrier between mortals and the divine. Of course, thanks to Jack's own interactions and knowledge about the eldritch, he could also clearly see where it had all gone wrong.

  The concept, as far as he could tell, had some potential, though it was both extremely dangerous and worse still- corrupting, allowing eldritch energy to seep through the connection made during the process, allowing for a slow- extremely slow in fact- but constant expansion of its influence over this world. It might have taken tens of thousands, perhaps even millions of years before the first eldritch entity of notable power could simply cross over, but it would happen nonetheless. And time? That was one of the few resources eldritch had more than plenty of to spare.

  Fortunately, Jack was on another level entirely, his current class, its development path and Jack's previous experience as a divine being serving as the necessary tool to avoid the same mistakes the author of the book had made. Did not mean he would rush into things though. he would slowly explore the topic more, reading through the books he had acquired and slowly formulating his own version of the theory he had stumbled upon. Slow and steady and all that. Not like he had a reason to rush after all.

  The next day their temporary camp became extremely lively, though initially more filled with grumbling and complaints. The dungeon was one that almost none of the tribes people need- save for maybe the younger ones that had just recently passed the age where one could start grinding for levels. It was only logical that they found this whole diving the dungeon kind of pointless, but due to the unreasonable power gap between them and Jack and his maids, all they could do was grumble quietly as they did as told. Jack believed- for a good reason- it would all change very soon.

  The commotion in the camp began a bit after the midday, with the first few parties returning from their morning dive. Those that had deemed it prudent to enter with first light so they could also finish quite early, saving quite a bit of daylight time still. They would then use that time to hunt for more food and the like in the surrounding patches of forests and the life filled land of the outer lands of the steppe. It seemed such would not be the order of things any longer. Not for quite a while at least.

  First began soft whispers. Rumors about a guy who heard from a guy who had heard from yet another guy that the monsters within were of a higher level than they had always been, so much so that they provided experience even to level fifteens. And that was unheard of. Not for this dungeon at least. Then, just a few hours later more similar rumors began to spread, with the final nail in the metaphorical coffin arriving in evening when Selin called her tribe together and shared what he had been told by the groups who had returned from their delving.

  It was all true. She did not know how, but Jack had nevertheless delivered on his words, somehow allowing their tribe to once again acquire experience as they farmed it. obviously, that meant they could grow their levels, perhaps even reach second awakening, gods be willing. Selin did not forget to inform her people about Jack's earlier words as well, telling her people about his willingness to craft them new weapons if they brought their own materials- farmed in the dungeon. That too was another shock to her people- the seemingly monstrous stranger who had brought them here was also a crafter. Just what kind of entity was he at the end of the day? They were smarter than to approach him and ask, keeping their distance as they formed new and new groups who then also began their own delving. Who would ever refuse the chance at getting one's hands on a new weapon.

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  Day after day passed, the camp filled with energetic chatter and stories. Of great runs, culminating in a rare drop. Of accidental encounters with packs too large to counter, the party in question escaping just barely with their lives. Of tragedies where a member or two had been lost due to overconfidence, taking on more than they could handle and paying the price. No matter what however, besides personal regrets those who had failed felt, the tribe was living with an uplifted spirit for the first time in who knows how long. The season of conflict was nearing, and it seemed that for the first time in who knows how many generations, the free folk- or this tribe at least- would be able to fight back.

  Neither Seling Senn, nor Mina Ast were sitting by idly. They too began delving the dungeon a few days in, their duties as the leaders diminishing somehow with nearly all of their people delving the dungeon. Whenever they ran into Jack or any of his maids, both were all smiles and happily nodded towards them, Jack's words about them looking back and considering his arrival a boon of untold significance and benefit cementing itself into their minds. And yet, despite all that joy, there was still the same question that lurked in the back of their minds.

  'What is the price of this? Surely it cannot just happen on its own?' And yet, neither was willing to ask the question, the possible answers giving them more fear than anything.

  Jack was spending most of his time reading through his newly acquired books, still filing away those ideas he found had merit to them, or twisting some to fit his needs, slowly creating a few mental prototypes he could test and perhaps implement in real world while avoiding the pitfalls of his predecessor. That too had a rather obvious prerequisite- he had to reach a notably higher level. Perhaps even crossing into three digits, while also upping his own physical stats a great deal and that could only mean one thing- he would have to get back to the continent he was summoned to and get his hands on the remaining stat enhancement elixirs he was missing- strength, dexterity and intelligence.

  Jack did not forget to chat with kids of course, in one of those sessions receiving the recount of the fight in a tavern he had personally witnessed. He praised them for the good job, as he had thought he would days ago when he watched, but said nothing else otherwise. He inquired about their gear status and need for upgrades and answered a few questions about his own status as well. By this point, the kids new his path more or less, even being aware of his maid team and mostly understanding his reasons for having them after Jack had gone on a rather lengthy rant about what it meant to be the benevolent tyrant. Or at least what it meant to play one.

  The kids were even aware that while Jack was moving ahead with his attempts to get back home to them, he was doing it at a somewhat leisurely pace, trying to resolve the problem that was beastmen supremacy and human like race enslavement that was de-facto state of things in his current location. That at least was viewed as a noble task, one they could not blame Jack for moving slow.

  It was about month and a half in his journey through the outer steppe that he remembered the offer he had received from the beastmen clans to join their high level dungeon exploration. He still had a couple of weeks or so to get back there if he was in the mood to check it out, but he had already developed a somewhat loathing sensation about the whole ordeal. He had access to proper, level thirty monsters within the dungeon, so why would be head to a place he would gain nothing from?

  Better yet, he had made a decent amount of weapons for the people of Selin's tribe, having developed a que of hopefuls who wished to get their own upgrades as well. There was only so much time he could spend every day listening to the needs of the next wielder he would arm, then making a weapon according to said needs, all while refining the theory he had deemed worthy from the eldritch infused books and while also farming the dungeon. Sure, he was earning plenty of experience from all the people slaying monsters with weapons he crafted, but he had to keep himself from going too rusty. The spider snack that devoured Valkia would not get slaughtered, cooked and served to him on its own. And Jack was nothing if not particularly pedantic about his need for revenge.

  "Ah, Selin. Just the person I was hoping to run into." Jack smiled as he greeted the woman, the two running into each other near the entrance to the dungeon. Jack had clearly been waiting for her return, a rather comfortable looking lounging chair placed close by.

  "Good day to you too Jack. How may I help you?" she replied with a smile on her face. Over the past few weeks, her fear and doubt about the price their tribe might have to pay for this near divine chance to grow had diminished a great deal. It was only natural then that she, much like the rest of her tribe was looking at Jack like some sort of a messiah. A messenger of whatever divine will this forsaken land still had. They knew better than to address him as such, Jack having scolded them for doing so on several occasions. 'I ain't no messenger. I serve no one but myself.'

  "I believe we both are aware of the scouts lurking nearby, observing our little operation here." Jack replied, calm as ever.

  "Ah, that. Indeed. We are aware of a few curious individuals skulking around. It's nothing to fear though. They are not beastmen scouts and we should have no need to respond with violence any time soon. While it is true that it does work a bit like jungle here, with the larger and more powerful tribes pushing away those with less people and fighters, it is also something of an unwritten law that conflict is to be avoided if at all possible. And since there are still three, perfectly open and unused spots around this dungeon, peace should persist. That and we have reached level twenty of quite a few of our members, attaining powerful combat skills and the like. Not to mention the advantage we would have with the gear you have made so far."

  "I was not worried about that." Jack chuckled, lightly shaking his head. "The question is about the inclinations and nature of the tribe those scouts come from. As I said when we first met, Spartacus will command an army to take the fight to the beastmen. Strong as your people will get with time, there is only so many of them."

  "Oh, about that." Selin understood, a somewhat complex expression creeping on her face.

  "I mean, I do understand your concern. How risky would it be to allow the wrong disposition people to attain that much power? Ones that would engage in unrestrained raiding, rape and murder of their fellow people. I am not saying it has to happen right now. All I need is for the word that your clan had stumbled upon a rare opportunity and grown stronger with it to spread, drawing in as many other clans who roam these lands as possible. Think that could be arranged?"

  "I believe that I can facilitate." Selin nodded her head in response a short while later. It will take time though.

  "Well, we have plenty of it for now. I think it should be another month or two before the next season of conflict begins."

  "Regarding that" Selin locked her eyes on Jack once more "Is it truly worth remaining here? Should we not move to another dungeon that's deeper in, closer to the Deadlands? There are tales of beastmen raids going even past here."

  "No, this place is just fine. Plenty of food to be found around here, both inside and outside, and there is more than enough room for several clans to stay here without fighting for the place. It fits just perfectly to our needs. Unless of course you know of a place similar to this one, with bovine creatures roaming the halls of that particular dungeon."

  "Why bovine creatures specifically?" Selin asked.

  "They must have some proper meat in their drop pool. Daddy wants me some fine ass steak. There is only so long you can eat finely roasted frog steak."

  Selin giggled slightly at that, only somewhat understanding Jack's predicament. "I suppose that's true." she replied "Unfortunately, a place with such specifications do not come to mind."

  "We remain here then." Jack simply stated.

  "As you wish." Selin replied, slightly bowing to Jack once more as she realized their conversation was over "I will see you once the plan has been put into motion then."

  "Have a nice day." Jack smiled lightly in return, grabbing his comfy looking chair and departing.

  Jack Raja(?)

  Age- 27

  Species- human(?)

  Level- 34

  Class- Awakened twin aspect of Creation and Destruction(Ex)

  Stats unassigned: +14

  Attributes:

  Strength- 34 (14+7+13(gear))

  Vitality- 28 (12+8+8(gear))

  Dexterity- 29 (15+6+8(gear))

  Intelligence-20(15+ 5(gear)

  Spirit- Spirit- 30 (20+10)

  Skills- Wisdom of Creation and destruction(EX), Choice of the creator(EX), Eyes of procurer(EX), Matter storage(EX), Arukain language(C), Spark of inspiration(EX), Origin of matter(EX), Unbound by laws of the lessers(EX), The end made manifest(EX). Destroyers presence(unique legendary).

  Spells- none.

  Titles(unlocked): The real Monster, Big Game Hunter, The brilliant rookie, The insane Solo. Monster debugger.The actor. Executioner. Survivor. Pioneer, Record breaker.The new champion supreme. Slavemaster, Eldritch garbage disposal(legendary).

  Gear: Two handed sword(t3)+ 5 str +5 vit: Armor 3str +3 vit +3 dex; Ring 1 - spatial storage, ring 2 +5int, ring 3 +5 str; amulet +5 dex.