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 B6—Chapter 8: Sense? Never Heard of It

While we lay sprawled across the couch, resting from the awful day, Al shifted and glanced over at Mahya. “What did you learn?”

Mahya sat up straighter, her braid slipping over her shoulder as she leaned forward. “Quite a lot of interesting things,” she said. “First, this isn't an...

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B6—Chapter 7: Location: Experimental

Thank the Spirits, the next Gate was relatively close. It took us only four days to reach it, and we even had clearings to land every evening. You don’t appreciate something until it’s gone. After three days of needing to pee and being unable to land anywhere, I developed a whole new level of...

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B6—Chapter 6: Travel Advisory: Do Not Recommend

In the morning, we headed to the Gate.

Travelers gate #66562852
Destination:
Sahunu
Status: Integrated
Mana Level: 47
Threat Level: Moderate

“Finally,” Mahya sai...

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B6—Chapter 5: When in Doubt, Rob a King

The trip to the next Gate took nearly a month, and it wasn’t without its challenges. The Map made it clear that the continent we were on was huge, but only crossing it drove the point home. Even with the wind boosting our speed, a balloon wasn’t a plane. The slow pace was frustrating. If the ...

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B6—Chapter 4: Demolition Progress

They went to clear dungeons while I headed to the city for something else. I needed to advance my earth element and had an idea just before falling asleep. Before improving your influence over something, you have to understand it, to really know it. And here I was, in an abandoned city built from...

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B6—Chapter 3: Smooshicorns

We flew over the ruined city in the morning to get an idea of what we had to work with. Surprisingly, there was only one type of monster, and not that many of them. Every few streets, we spotted another one lumbering along. From the air, they looked ursine, with broad bodies, but each had a long,...

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B6—Chapter 2: Mahya Wants a Core, Al Wants an Ant, I Want Sanity

Morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window as I flipped a cheesy omelet in the pan, the scent of sizzling butter and melted cheese filling the air. The rhythmic scrape of the spatula was the only sound until Mahya and Al slunk down the stairs, looking like a pair of kicked puppies.

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B6—Chapter 1: Dungeons, Drugs, and Dubious Life Choices

The next set of Gates was relatively far. Unlike clusters where multiple Gates were close together, potentially leading to the same world, these were more or less aligned along the same latitude, stretching from one end of the continent to the other. There were seven Gates in total that we planne...

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Interlude 6—1: Desperation

Malith Drex Var was frantic, pacing in tight circles as his mind scrambled for a solution. He didn’t know what to do. Banging his head on the counter hadn’t helped, though it had made a satisfying thunk. Drinking quork ferment hadn’t helped either. Well, technically, it had, since ...

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B5—Chapter 69: Nature’s Psychedelic Palette

The balloon drifted upward, the morning air crisp against my face as New Sanctuary shrank below us. Buildings turned to toy-like structures, roads to faint lines, until the city became a patchwork of colors against the landscape. The four of us leaned over the edge of the basket, taking in a last...

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B5—Chapter 68: Heartfelt Thanks and Final Goodbyes

Mahya and Al set out to clear the three dungeons in the ruined city near the original Sanctuary, hunting for crystals. I still needed them to craft the larger ones for the balloon gizmos. Mahya had already built two, but with New Sanctuary now operating five balloons and planning three more, the ...

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B5—Chapter 67: Life’s Purpose

I sat on the keep’s roof, watching the movement below. From up here, the people scurrying through the streets looked like ants, each carrying out a task, each moving with purpose. Houses rose at a dizzying pace, beams locking into place, walls climbing higher with every passing day. In the fiel...

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B5—Chapter 66: A Passage to Freedom

My flight to Zarad was miserable. I’d left under clear skies, but an hour in, the rain caught up with me. Further south, it turned to hail—not the murderous kind, just small, stinging pellets, but enough to make the trip thoroughly unpleasant. By the time I reached the city, I was battered, b...

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B5—Chapter 65: A Not-So-Peaceful Spring

Finally, there were signs of spring. The torrential rain, which sometimes poured for days without a break, remained an annoyance, but the explosion of new flowers everywhere made up for it. More importantly, it meant that soon, the south would be free of those damned hail balls. We were ready to ...

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B5—Chapter 64: A Busy Winter

When I arrived at the clinic in the morning, a burly man stood near the entrance, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Rima sat at one table, fidgeting and keeping a wary eye on him.

Remembering that Mahya had given her a Telepathy scroll, I reached out mentally. “Why ...

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B5—Chapter 63: One Task at a Time

Author's Note

Another chapter to make up for yesterday—thanks for understanding! My son had a great time on his fun day.

>>>>>>>>>

It took me a couple of days to get back to normal—or as normal as I could manage after such a strange negotiation/arg...

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B5—Chapter 62: High-Handed, Annoying, and Definitely Not Fair!

Feeding the castle to my core took four days. The initial heaps of rubble were quickly removed, but when the structure collapsed, the lower walls stubbornly remained intact, along with the foundations. Still, it was much faster than the last time, though I had hoped for a better result. There had...

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B5—Chapter 61: Ghosting a Castle

A thin carpet of snow greeted me as I stepped outside that morning, and I stopped short. Right—my wanderlust had kicked in, but it hadn’t taken into account the approaching winter. Not that it mattered with everything on my to-do list.

Hm. The hail, though—that might be a pro...

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B5—Chapter 60: From Brickwork to Bodywork: A Spellcaster’s Guide to Chaos

Perched at the highest point of the keep, I watched the hive of activity below, a constant flow of movement like an anthill in overdrive. Over the past week, Mahya had been making four to five runs a day, ferrying people across, and the first two hot air balloons crafted in New Sanctuary had join...

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B5—Chapter 59: Legacies of Stone, Magic and Knowledge

Morning light cast long shadows over the keep—no, New Sanctuary. The new name still felt unfamiliar, but I had to get used to it.

Descending in a quiet courtyard, I turned visible hidden by a stone archway. The place bustled with movement, workers reinforcing walls and couriers hurrying b...

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B5—Chapter 58: Home Sweet Chaotic Home

I could feel the core in the keep and guessed Mahya was the “carrier" since I felt her in the same area. Al was there too, but further away from her. However, before meeting with them, I wanted to see Sanctuary and learn about what had happened there.

It had changed.

The two outer r...

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B5—Chapter 57: Metamorphosis

I stepped through the Gate back to Zindor and lasted three seconds before hurling myself back to Lumis, unleashing a string of curses a minute long.

Maybe I’m spending too much time around Mahya.

In those three measly seconds, two ice boulders—because calling them hailsto...

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B5—Chapter 56: Retail Therapy Across Realms

I dropped everything I’d taken from the palace at the distribution warehouse and scattered the overflow around it—it wasn’t nearly big enough to hold everything. After that, I transferred all the food from my Storage into Mahya’s and Al’s to free up space, while the items we wanted to k...

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B5—Chapter 55: Shopping List from Hell (and Several Other Dimensions)

Once my core started absorbing the loose stones, I wished I had demolished the palace sooner. Nibbling at the walls before had been a slow and tedious process—pressing the core against each stone, waiting for it to be absorbed enough to be released from the mortar joints before moving on to the...

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B5—Chapter 54: One-Man Demolition Crew (In Training)

Six weeks into my castle-munching, the place was mostly gone—just an empty shell with only the outer walls still standing. A few guards were still posted around, but their numbers had dwindled. On the first nights after the ruler vacated the palace, at least thirty stood watch around the perime...

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B5—Chapter 53: Returning A Castle… One Stone at a Time

The morning after the rescue, two familiar idiots stomped in, faces red and puffed up with righteous anger.

One of them jabbed a finger at me. “You drugged us!” he shouted. “What gives you the right—”

“Eight hours! Eight cursed hours!” the other one barked, voice crackin...

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B5—Chapter 52: Weapons, People, and Stone—A Night’s Work

A crowd waited for me when I returned to my clinic after my day off. Well, not exactly a crowd—only four people—but they felt like a crowd. Roda stood stiffly, arms crossed, her gaze sharp as ever. Lady Myrtus clutched the folds of her dress, lips pressed into a thin line. The t...

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B5—Chapter 51: Scars and Survival

Adjusting the IV bag, I checked the slow drip, injected a healing potion into the bag, and watched the liquid snake down the tube into the patient’s arm. The room smelled of sweat and sickness that clung to the air like a damp cloth.

Al strode over. “Please open the house; I need equipm...

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B5—Chapter 50: A Hitchhiker’s Guide to Grand-Scale Rescues

Mahya counted the cores, her fingers moving with reverence as she tallied each one. She gave the box one last loving stroke with a satisfied nod, sighing like a mother parting with a beloved child. Then, she stored it away in one fluid motion, sprang to her feet, and grabbed me in a sudden twirl....

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B5—Chapter 49: My Luck Has Strange Ideas Sometimes

When I finally reached our building, the gang was waiting outside. Mahya tapped her foot against the ground, impatience radiating off her like heat from a forge. Al leaned back on his elbows, watching the street. Meanwhile, Rue had turned the delay into an opportunity, shoving his m...

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