The vote for the System Event came and went, all the different factions once more back on their respective platforms. There were a few last-moment speeches, but everyone knew that people had already decided by now on what they wanted, or had made other commitments.In the end, the vote for the System Event quietly came to an end. Jake just hoped that things would indeed go as he planned. Treasure Hunt, let’s gooo!The vote for the System Event has concluded!With 63% of the total votes, the chosen System Event is the Treasure Hunt.The Event will begin in 3 months (90 days), and all eligible participants will be invited at that time.Jake read it over and did a mini-cheer inside. Sixty-three percent of the total votes was damn nice. Some people had been stubborn, and he was also fairly confident that some had just abstained. In retrospect, they likely didn’t need one or two of the factions they’d made deals with, but hey, better safe than sorry.All in all: Treasure Hunt!With the fin

Jake sat on the steps leading up to his lodge, looking at the weird banana time tree as he spoke with Villy.His theory that gods truly had no idea what happened inside the World Congress turned out to be accurate. The system simply didn’t allow them to peek or communicate with their blessed ones in any way during the Congress, and the only way for them to find out afterward was to be told. That, or use some serious mental magic on the person, but gods couldn’t do that currently due to the other set of system limitations on the entire 93rd Universe."A Treasure Hunt… A bit unoriginal, but not bad," Villy chimed in, genuinely interested in all of the system stuff going around related to the integration. “It’s honestly hard to say what would be best due to the lack of information. There is no way of knowing what kinds of treasures will appear, so it could end up just being piles of junk. I doubt it, but it could happen. Personally, I would have gone for dungeons due to the two Challenge

Conflict resolution is considered by many professionals to be an art that few will ever master. From smaller group projects to large enterprises, in the end, everything is made up of humans that have to interact for the cogs to turn. And when that happens, some friction is inevitable.And that is in a school or corporate setting. In most cases, the worst-case scenario is just a lost job or a reprimand from upper management. However, in this new world, where a conflict would often spiral into a full-on fight to the death, conflict resolution only became even more important of an art to master.William had never quite been one to care much about conflict resolution. Not because he didn’t know how to handle it. He knew exactly how to handle it in the new world. Have a conflict with another human? Just kill the conflict in the most literal sense possible.For a guard to be taunting someone he clearly couldn’t read the power of was also highly questionable behavior.At least all of this wa

Sylphie had once again gotten mad when Jake sent her away to spend some time with her parents, but today was one of those days where having a bird sitting around just wasn’t feasible. The reason for this was simple… Today would be the day he would craft his first uncommon-rarity Necrotic Poison. He could feel it. At least, that was what he kept telling himself. He’d felt the same the day before.Another two weeks had passed, and it had now been nearly a month since the World Congress ended, AKA two months away from the Treasure Hunt. He had gotten another profession level in the bag, bringing it to 105, and with it, a race level had also naturally come. Yet his stats had grown quite a bit more than one would expect. The reason for this was simple.Jake had begun a new diet called SHIT, I GOTTA HURRY UP AND EAT THAT FUCKING BANANA BEFORE IT DISAPPEARS! DAMN YOU, TIME TREE THAT ISN’T ACTUALLY A TREE!It was a very healthy diet, naturally consisting of magical time bananas.[Celerita Ban

Jake had been sure Arnold was just joking when he asked him to make bombs, especially with the deadpan delivery. It turned out the man was earnest, as he scurried over and picked up a box of tennis ball-sized metal orbs.Jake also spotted something on the table he recognized. It was a sword with pink-purple lines running through it, and on closer inspection, it was indeed one of the many swords he had experimented on and had transmuted with Arcane Conductivity.While he did remember handing some over to Miranda and Lillian to maybe break apart for scrap or find some other use, he hadn’t known Arnold had picked one up. Several, actually, as he saw a few more scattered across many different worktables. One could say a lot about Arnold, but organized sure wasn’t one of them.Arnold walked up to Jake with the box of metal balls as he said, "I will need you to infuse that destructive type of mana you used to create the swords into these balls to—""Now, why would I do that?" Jake asked, ra