Mortal Plains, Floor 4 of Tutorial, Kien's P.O.V

  We arrived in a small pocket of a cavern a underground stream ran through the center and their where two entrances that weren't small or necessarily large. The Mage of Depths melded walls and doorways for both entrances in a slow mechanical manner. The building of the center of our operations for the floor was slow going as I was out of commission will I was healing. I imagined that my soul was a strained muscle and that using magic was a kind of exertion of the soul. I would have to give it time and then slowly use magic in short bursts like physical therapy but well magic.

  So that is how I found myself twiddling my thumbs on a rock watching the puppet slowly work like a loading bar on shitty wifi. Luckily I had a backlog of refined materials so that way I could spend my recovery time smithing. Ooh, it felt so interesting to have an ability that you never had before. All the things I had imaged making as a kid was mostly in my grasp. Maybe I could create a heavy plate armor with a bunch of spikes! Hella impractical but sometimes style matters more then function. Or I could make some dripped out ceremony army.

  Then I crafted a design in my head, armor meant to intimidate and not for actual combat. Large heavy plates, massive pauldrons, cape, some inlaid silver with random swirls and shit. Like that one overpowered and cool as hell armor you'd find in a side quest or a random location.

  Eventually after what felt like forever the Mage finally got to my designated area. Behind the puppet was a series of fortifications and barracks like ruins of Petra it was built into the walls. The creek was expanded and more water had been allowed through the small hole it was coming from. Then I noticed something interesting, a small area was sectioned away with a actual soil with a small amount of the river pouring through into it.

  'hey, Anastasia whats up with small amount of dirt sectioned away by the creek?' I asked her looking at the spider who was building her lab out of webs this time with parts of it being thick enough that they where impossible to see through.

  'Well I thought you should actually use your [Cave Gardener] that you have neglected'! Anastasia stated like a scolding mother. I remembered something, reaching into my jacket I pulled out what looked like a living mushroom that had just been plucked.

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  [Giants Blood Mushroom]

  Rare Rank Two Natural Treasure

  Origin: Originally a low rarity [Wanders Companion Mushroom] it bears the abilities of the mushroom, requiring only Mana to survive for long stretches of time. Most recently this Treasure has grown after being hit with the Life-Mana of a Rank Two [Low Caste Giant]. In order to progress in rarity this Treasure must be replanted.

  Abilities:

  if planted in soil this Treasure will began a period of gestation that will magically enrich the soil it is planted in turning soil up taking up a space of 3ft deep and 10ft wide into a common rarity treasure [Settled Earth]. The abilities of [Settled Earth] depend on the magic absorbed by this Treasure during its travel period.

  Consuming this Treasure Grants any rank Two or below biological creature a low rank variant bloodline of the legendary [Cave Giant] Lineage*

  *WARNING* Due to your nature as a: [Cosmic Creature(Being)] you cannot absorb this natural treasure

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  Well that's interesting I thought and I noticed that it thrummed with magic reminiscent of the Giant King. Unfortunately I l couldn't use it and I had feeling that as my Divine Companion Anastasia couldn't either. Looking to my side I saw it was going to be awhile for the Mage puppet to be finished as I didn't want to rush it and have it mess up. Standing up I walked over to the sectioned off area and a whisper that had been absent, that guided me slowly I took the mushroom I held in my hand and created a small impression in the soil enough to hold the mushroom aloft. A small pulse of magic occurred from the mushroom that seeped into the soil. Well I couldn't use it I could still sense it, Mana that held flashes of memories. I felt the Mana of ants spill out first and then it got mixed in with the magic of [Festering Patriarch] and then quickly followed by the [Ophiocord Mushroom]. The familiar Mana signatures that I remembered like eating a long forgotten childhood snack.

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  I saw giant moles and rabbits, the Cosmic Bear, the Orcs, Yeti, and finally the Giants. A reminder of fallen foes. Reaching down I scrapped a bit of the soil and inspected mechanically the moderately fine soil held a little bit of shape but wasn't completely clay. The whisper from my class gave impression that compacting the soil to much would trap nutrients but otherwise it was good. Then I pressed on it with the intention of inspecting.

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  [Settled Earth]

  Rank Two Common Natural Treasure

  Origin:

  Made from the distilled Mana from a powerful variation of the [The Wanders Companion Mushroom] during a period of Gestation.

  Abilities:

  This soil is able to passively gain records from the plants and natural treasures grown in it enhancing itself.

  All plants and natural treasures of rank Two and lower grow larger when grown in this soil.

  Mushroom related plants, species, and natural treasures of Rank Two and lower have more potent effects.

  All plants and natural treasures grown in this soil have a insignificant chance to have abilities related to higher planes.

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  This soil was amazing! I could feel the whispers of my class practically sing, this was essentially magical super-duper fertilizer. That's when I turned around and saw a spider silk bundle of seeds and plants we have collected from the previous floors.

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  Domain of Noble, Divine Realms

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  I sat before my forge my hammer in my hand and fire burning in my chest. Twirling my hammer in my grip I gripped the divine bone. I bathed it in golden flames that Dothrinoxtin had stopped by and showed me how to make inexchange for a bone of Othyrs the strange creature I had killed a day or so ago. Apparently they were rare and a pain to track down and Dothrinoxtin wanted to sell it to a friend of his.

  The fire I was using was Conceptual fire it allowed for non metal objects to be manipulated like metal. So when the bone was heated over the fire it would act like metal until I finished with it. Right now this was a trial run and my end goal was to make a helmet with the skull of the Othyrs.

  Bringing down my hammer and the bone bent slightly and I began to shape it. Slowly bringing the top of the blade into a near edge and then getting the handle section into a nice shape not to chunky but not too small that it would be hard to hold. After that I took the guard I had already constructed and finished it and the bone sword hummed with energy.

  Next I took the chest bones slowly under the gaze of gold I wrought the bones into armor and the then I experimently put the leather and it acted like sheet metal and slowly I placed the leather on the bone and it worked perfectly. I continued to play with the flames crafting and turning non metal objects into metal. Rocks, wood, anything I could get my hands on.

  Then I looked at the skull of the Othyrs which was reminiscent of an Antelopes. Then I felt a disturbance, an unknown intruder. Well I had a new sword to try on if they were enemies. Grabbing the bone sword I warped my domain and appeared right next to the being. Cloaked in shadows its presence would be invisible had it not been for the fact it was in my domain.

  "Hey Bucko, what are you doing?" I asked the creature and it snapped around its cloak of shadows revealing the visage of an ape? Like no shit an orangutan just revealed itself.

  "I'm afraid I can't give you man's red flower" I joked as I waited for my fellow primates respond.

  "Hmm.. a human Daemon so you are the one that hunted that Othyrs?" It spoke resting somewhere between a standing and sitting with his long gangly arms still touching the floor.

  "Yeah what about it?" I asked and the Orangutan nodded and reached to the cloak still hanging from his cloak.

  "I am one of the messengers of the Lesser god Xazem of Tracking, Hidden Markings, and Birds of Prey Vassal deity of the Greater goddess of the Hunt, Xazem invites you to join in a hunt of wilds, and gain the opportunity to hunt some truly proto-divines" the Orangutan stated pulling from his cloak a letter shimmering with divine energy.