It was truly odd to have two other well me's, if I tried enough I could 'slip' into one of their thoughts. Also whenever I slept I got an update to their lives, Noble's was straight up boring as he was essentially an over glorified administrator answering prayers all day. Eldritch was essentially in an Alice and the Wonderland trip. Meanwhile I was playing it up as the destroyer of worlds wiping out whole species like a New World Explorer. I used these thoughts to distract me while my hands worked on the metal under me. This work didn't require a whole a lot of thought, turns out the memory stat includes muscle memory. With my musing done I focused on a side project, I was trying to create as strongest bricks as possible. The idea being that when I come back to Earth building a reliable wall should theoretically give me more mobility and piece of mind.

  The problem I ran into is that at a certain point of compression the material went AWOL and blasted into several different directions. Could be useful for a grenade? Hehe, I thought about rock grenades for a bit longer, my hopes were crushed when I realized that it was inefficient. Finished for the day when it came to forging I finished the final touches ont he batch of swords before heading out to lunch.

  The stew was as good as usual as I moved to an area that I had been pointed to by the Elderessa. A practice ring of sorts wherein warriors fought each other to either, Knock out, first blood, or the first to have any part of their body besides there foot touched the floor. Bjroga hinted it might be a good idea to get an idea on how the Giants fight before the week comes up.

  Turing towards the hallway leading up to arena entrance I heard and felt shaking and cheering. As I stepped into the torch lit arena I saw the circle of Giants sitting down cheering as two youthful looking giant warriors fought with bare fists.

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  Eldritch's P.O.V the Honorable Tyrant's Arcanum

  ...

  What the fuck.

  That was the only sentence that came to mind as I stood in a giant library, bit of books, but of small glass spheres. I did on fact need the Serious Jester as a couldn't read the Eldritch script on half of them.

  However after I had picked a few and got breid vision of knowledge, it was like how my English teacher would describe the Diction of a Novel or an Art curator a red box on a white canvas, but In strange half reading, half vision of the concept.

  "Now now Young sir, before you start gallivanting through the halls high on youthful vigor and menace the Lordship wanted you to look at these ones specifically.

  "Okay what are they?" I asked the Serious Jester.

  "Some I can tell you but most require a lack of knowledge before hand in order to grasp the full message." The Jester stated as he turned a corner and disappeared into the library-maze. Seeing a table off to the side I say down and waited. Then like magic the Jester reappeared, depositing a pile of orbs neatly on the table.

  "Try this one first Young sir" ten Jester pointed to one on the far right. Taking the orb into my hand I felt the strange feeling once again.

  I watched in awe as a small mud hut along a river with a few pigs and garden grew. The Pig farmer had two sons, one went and built himself his own little mud hut. Then it began to spiral, the two sons and children, some went off to see the world and others stayed. That little mud hut became a commune, then a small village with a small fence around it. A raiding party came down and tried to sack the the small village. A descendant of that Pig Farmer fought off the raiding party and killed their leader. He was appointed Chief of the small village for his victory. That small village grew steadily everynow then their was a set back but as it grew into a township something happened. A trade caravan passed through a strong storm blocked their normal route. With them they brought knowledge of irrigation and seeds of wheat. Then that township imploded, the nearby river and soul was plentiful and soon the golden stalks of wheat hugged around the settlement. The Pig farmers descendants, those of the first chieftain became lords of the towns and surrounding areas their symbol was that of a pig. Skirmishes, as now the lands of the town was valuable. Traders kept coming and the lords where mostly just, a few bad apples but they never stayed in power for long. Soon though something else happened, a local wise woman claimed to what the river speak and so the first sainted of the river goddess was proclaimed. Soon a small shrine was built in the town square. Mud bricks became clay and thatched roofs became wood, and a proud stone wall stood around the city. The Lord of the town had three children, two boys and one daughter each one was built with drive and ambition but also a deep care for one and another. So the eldest Daughter took over her father's city and her two brothers set out oen up stream and one down stream. Two new towns were founded, I watched as a kingdom then an Empire was born from a pig famers land.

  This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

  Snapping out of the ball I felt myself grasp onto something then let it slip away.

  "Ah always loved that one 'From humble beginnings' collected from a world similar to your own, mostly human and very little innate pre-system magic, of your curious that empire is still kicking it in the mortal plains, and yes the current Empress or was it Emperor? The mortals have such short lives, oh yes, as I was saying is descended from that Pig farmer in fact on their homeworld everyone is, 'sic parvis magna' as the Terran Sir Francis Drake one said." I reeled back as the Serious Jester quoted Sir Francis Drake.

  "Wait you know about him?" I asked shocked and the Jester gave a light reminiscent Smile.

  "The reason I was put in charge of your studies is due to my familiarity with your homeworld" The Serious Jester stated simply.

  "Why? No offense but I thought Earth was small potatoes in comparison to the rest of the Mortal plains and beyond?" I asked curiously.

  "I noticed your world due to its connection to Jesters, I picked up on it in Middle Ages, quite hilarious to name something that's relatively modern the middle ages, but alas I continued to pay attention to it even after Jesters began to be called Politicians" the Jester gave a wry smile at the last joke. It was interesting to hear that higher dimensional beings were interested in Earth.

  "Alright and what was that vision supposed to teach me about getting a paradox?" I asked him, it was entertaining to watch but I didn't exactly see why I had to watch it.

  "The Lordship wants his servants of all types to watch that one once at the least, A kind of lesson if you will, righteousness and time can create empire from nothing" the Jester since with a hint poeticism.

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  Kien's P.O.V, Mortal Plains

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  One giant who I was gonna call baldly was backing up slightly after he took a hit to the jaw, his opponent who I had nicknamed Bob just cause, was moving in.

  Baldy created an opening that Bob took, just for Baldy to weave around and with one hand grab the swinging arm and with other drive in a gut punch. For his credit Bob recovered unnaturally quick from being winded as he tackled Baldy's mid section lifing him off his feet. Baldy began to writh about flailing as he tried to escape his opponents grip. He was unable to break free in time until he crossed the boundary.

  "FIGHT OVER, JAEMANAR WINS!" Bob now revealed to be Jaemanar won the bout. Afterward Jaemanar and Baldy shook hands and walked off like friends, probably were.

  "WHO WANTS TO FIGHT NEXT?!" The Announcer asked his voice bellowing outwards as he opened his arms wide.

  "I do" I said rasing my hand and the chatter quited down before several daring warriors rose their hands.

  "OUR NEXT COMPETITOR, THE SLIVERED-ONE!!! The Announcer yelled to the crowd. Stepping forward into the arena I knew the rules storing as much as I could into the ring until it was full then taking off the rest manually. In the background a line had formed and the Announcer seemed to have some idea as he picked a fierce warrior, a tall warrior by giant standards and built like a brick. Welp messa might be fucked, was my first thought, until I remembered I have fought a Hundred foot tall bear.