I awoke with the biggest hangover I ever had and that’s considering that no one managed to outdrink me in the competition and I’ve never forgotten what happened last night.

  Maybe my body resistances changed around when I was transferred to this new shell? Thinking that enough was enough I got back to work. This time thankfully I didn’t have to deal with a rebellion or anything crazy like that. Zodarii were lying inside the colonies deep in the torpor.

  Napkins were flying around doing nothing, that’s probably because I’ve never made them able to land properly. Well by poking them around with mana showed that they are in fact asleep which is great, since anything able to fly while sleeping would make a great airborne predator.

  When I tried to absorb rock or anything inorganic nothing happened meaning the satellite core test was a-

  Well, I guess the poor life decision wasn’t actually that poor. The test wasn't an absolute failure but that didn’t make me feel happy at all. Now that I've felt hardships of managing my dungeon on my own I really wish I just shut up at that time when I was just a flaming speck of dust in the nothingness.

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