Outside, the snow fell down upon the frozen world of Kearudown.

A few white rabbits with massive fangs and long tails hopped around the snow, blending in disturbingly well with their surroundings.

Arthur sat in his snow-hut, the place looked visibly nicer now, potted plants were put up in the corners of the room, paintings were hung up and the snow outside got mostly cleared up.

Marble was working on a new invention, her abilities as a feromancer allow her to pull iron right out of the ground, giving her plenty to work with.

Grim was out walking, he claimed sitting around in the small hut killed his creativity.

Arthur stood before the large table with a handful of ‘Dungeons and Dargons’ figurines.

“Well, we finally did it, we re-formed the guild!” Arthur thought.

“John checked the location and apparently the entire underwater zone is gone…”

“How can an entire continent just… disappear?” he thought uncertainly.

He looked at the large map of the world pinned to one of the walls.

On it, dozens of ‘x’s marked places they checked for any signs of the continent.

“More importantly… where…”

Arthur’s spacial magic was severely weakened by the destruction of his staff, he was still relatively skilled with it, allowing him to teleport long distances a few times a day.

“So, this is where you guys live now, huh?” Lorb asked appearing on the couch with a burger in-hand.

Arthur spun around seeing the god he assumed he killed already.

“L-Lorb?!” he exclaimed.

“I thought you were dead…”

Lorb shrugged as a grin appeared on his face.

“Eh, I’m not upset or anything, just disappointed you didn’t assume I had a backup in case this happened,” he said smugly.

“B-backup?!” Arthur asked.

“Duh, I won’t go into details since you already tried to kill me once, but I have a fair amount of bodies to work with,” he laughed.

Arthur crossed his arms.

“So, you’ve finally come for revenge!” he exclaimed.

Lorb looked away, staring off at the ceiling instead.

“Nah, it’s against my policy to do that kind of thing,”

“I’m still a human, that kind of power could easily go to my head, y’know,” Lorb said through a yawn.

“That’s why I got those gods to take care of this work for all that time…” he thought.

“You… seem… less divine than I expected…” Arthur remarked.

“Yeah, and you’re stupider up-close…” Lorb replied.

“I was listening to your speech back in Ajuan,” Lorb added.

“You were reading off a script written on the wall…”

Arthur went beet red.

“W-well, it’s not like I wasn’t being honest… My plan just derailed really quickly so I had to improvise!”

“Besides, I couldn’t pull off all my old reckless plans with a companion!”

“And then it became two companions…”

“Then three…”

“Besides, I planned to use the fish-people as an army, but they’re useless on land!” he cried.

Lorb stood up and patted the man on the shoulder.

“You should have seen that coming,” he said.

“They are literally called fish people…”

Arthur sighed.

“Whatever… If you’re not here to kill me, why did you come here?” he asked.

Lorb scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“Well… I actually came with a proposal…” Lorb spoke up…

“Proposal?”

“You’re from the future right? In other words, you’re pretty disconnected from the world right now” he began.

Arthur nodded uncertainly.

“Well, this is a strange request from the person who killed me, but…” Lorb leaned in towards Arthur.

He whispered his request.

“What!?” Arthur demanded.

Lorb never broke eye-contact.

“You can refuse if you want,” he offered.

“But I think it’s what you’d call a common goal.” He added.

Arthur scratched his chin.

“What about the others?” he asked.

Lorb shook his head.

The room went silent.

“Well, if you come to a decision just say so, I’m omnipresent,” Lorb said and with a snap of his fingers, he returned to the L.F.T.O base.

A sad-looking Malagmus lay on the ground, hand over his stomach.

“They didn’t leave me any food…” he sighed weakly looking over to Lorb.

“Quit being so dramatic,” Lorb told him as he finished his burger.

Malagmus gritted his teeth.

“WHY THE HELL DO YOU GET FOOD!?” he demanded jumping to his feet and grabbing Lorb by the coat.

“Because I’m god,” he replied.

“Then you don’t need that that food, right?!” Malagmus demanded.

“Neither do you…” Lorb shrugged.

“But think about the mental strain! I don’t remember what food feels like!” Malagmus exclaimed placing a hand over his eyes dramatically.

“Why not just… go buy some food?” Lorb asked.

“TCH! DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE ANY MONEY!? I LIVE IN A GOD DAMN SHED!” Malagmus replied.

That’s when Llime appeared with a puff of smoke, Malagmus looked over to her and back to Lorb only to see that he became invisible.

Llime spoke up.

“Sorry to interrupt, Curstl approved of the plan, she said… quote “Let the undead guy deal with all that nerd crap,” – she also has another job for guys…”

“What’s the job?” asked JohnWillStab.

“Well, since the expansion project begins with Calsh and subsequently Glumington, Curstl decided to double-down and make sure they join the project…” Llime began.

“I see…” Bonifacius nodded along.

“As the capital city of Arlepia, it would seem many people have gathered in Glumington specifically...”

“So, you want us to kill a few of them to stop overpopulation?” asked Bromy with a hint of excitement.

“No…?” Llime shook her head uncertainly.

“Dylan set up a training camp for players and NPCs who aren’t sure how to play the game…” she began.

“So, you want us to babysit low-level people?” Crown asked.

“We’re only allowed to bring three representatives,” she explained.

“I see…” John scratched his head.

“More importantly, other guilds will be there too, it’s meant to be something of a competition…” she elaborated.

“TradeRash, the servers richest organisation,”

“ReAjuan, a faction that appeared after the fall of HaremHarry’s empire…”

“Silverlight, the assholes that sit around the inn in Levelgreen doing seemingly nothing…”

“Ladderhome, the cult-like guild trying to get back to earth, their methods have proven… extreme…”

“4TardAlliance, degenerates from this one weeaboo forum banding together…”

“Dumblr+, another platform for different kinds of degenerates…”

“4Tard and Dumblr don’t get along too well, you might be able to use that to your advantage…”

“…”

“…”

“So… you want these degenerates to teach people?!” Malagmus demanded.

“..”

“..”

“No, that’s secondary, primarily you have to beat the Silverlight guys,” Llime replied.