A decade has passed since the Tower rose.

Humanity on this planet has redistributed themselves almost completely.

At first, Celna’s Empire received a trickle, then a small stream, finally a river, and last a flood.

My creation, the Tower Labyrinth is a great wonder of the world. Weapons, crystals, blueprints, anything and everything is possible to find inside.

The Core Conglomerate ™ that was formed from dungeon cores makes up a massive part of the success.

Sure I built the thing, but adding dungeon cores in was pure genius.

Using the structure of the Tower each core connected their dungeon to it.

The total sum, is not unlike reverse tree. The tower is the trunk that descends from the sky, and the branches are the various dungeons connected to the trunk.

Each dungeon has moved to master a specific element that they favor.

There are water dungeons, fire dungeons, earth dungeons, darkness, light, and even more.

Things are moving well along for me too.

At the top of the Tower I’ve been watching fluctuations for quite some time now.

My investigation has proven that they are spatial currents forcibly swirling at the top.

Within the next century, perhaps two at the most, I expect to break the chains of this world and depart.

Since this is such a short time, Dryad has laid down the law.

Before we leave, I have to complete another project of hers.

She wants me to figure out how to make it so we can return later.

In her own words, “If you can’t figure out something so simple with all that power, what’s the use of being so strong anyways you idiot Tree!”

So, of course, I have to get it done.

I don’t want the major woman in my life to be angry at me for the next ten thousand years after all.

It’s just.

I keep getting distracted.

I mean, who wouldn’t?

Screwing with Dungeon delvers is just so much damn fun!