The next moment, Naomi was standing in an oasis. A few meters away, on her left, stands a statue of The Lady. Next to her grow some desert bushes, somehow in full bloom. Naomi first goes to look at the statue. It was an ancient sculpture created by a master sculptor. After so much time, there were many scratches on the surface. Who knows how many desert storms it survived? Naomi cleans the statue from accumulated sand and brings water for bushes growing next to the statue from a nearby pond. Just a little because desert plants don't need too much water.
A few steps away was standing bookshelf and reading nook. Well, it was the shelf with the boxes. Boxes were made from lacquered polished wood, and each contains one scroll. On top of the lid closed with a golden string tied around two buttons was the written title of the scroll. Thanks to magic, unknown words were instantly translated into English. Both rolls of scroll were inserted in groves for further safety. For reading and writing, there was a scribe desk with an angled desktop and holders on top and down for a scroll. Naomi comfortably sits in a reading nook and starts to read one scroll after another because she loves books, even if they are scrolls. After she reads almost half of them, she gets up, stretches, and takes a deep breath.
"Show me my patch," Naomi said, and a holographic panel with her personal information appeared. She didn’t know why the gods didn't say anything about this, but she suspected that it was obvious to everyone besides people from Earth.
"So let's see. My name lacks my surname. It's a shame, but not a big deal. Level zero, pending three. I understand that means I get one level for one floor. Not like people whose level was average of levels of skills." There were five possible levels: novice, apprentice, master, grand master, and arch master. Naomi was incredibly grateful for gods wisdom that they don’t go for a purely numerical system. The perspective of some mad hero with level 999 killing everything right and left for one final experience point for level 1000 was terrifying. Here, people need to learn. "Ok. Next, race dungeon core, that is obvious. Path crafter, huh, sounds about right." Every sentient being gets a path. It was like a class in games, but not entirely. It was more like what you do every day. Most people have simple paths like farmer, warrior, and mage. You could still learn new skills and gain new knowledge outside of your daily job. Depending on your choices, you can get specialization or change it entirely. Learning an entirely new set of skills was very hard and rarely happens. There was one exception. When you become a bandit or worse, you side with evil gods. Then, your path will change immediately. Well, bandits sometimes get a second chance, but cultists never. Guards always check the status of people wanting to enter the town. If someone refuses is arrested and brought before the priest. Only the clergy can force someone to show his system. "The next three ones also are right. Well, it's funny to be of age zero. Health and mana are ok, too. When I start working with mana, there should be an indicator of my usage. Strength, agility, and stamina are low I was counting on average, but I indeed do newer exercises. At least dexterity and wisdom I have maxed." As with skills, there were too five possible levels: nonexistent - reserved for sick and dying, low - for people who live ordinary lives, average - usually active physically or mentally, high for those with lots of skill and experience, and very high for those who excel. "I got level master for a crafter. Yes, I did a few things and tried to work as an engineer, but it didn't work out. And I have scholar - Grandmaster for skill, hah. Well, I know a lot and like to learn new knowledge, but grandmaster? Oh well, at least not arch master. that will be embarrassing." But detailed description shows how vast Naomi's knowledge was and in how many fields. Yes, it was basic, but how many people know how silk is made? "Watchmaker I like, Touched by Nature is a little embarrassing, but Unbreakable. I should call customer support because this is an evident bug." Naomi jokes, embarrassed.
"Oh well. It's time to try some magic."
According to scrolls, the first thing was to get a feeling of mana. That was easy for Naomi because she got that skill when she became a dungeon master. She sees wisps of mana appearing and disappearing, floating and dancing everywhere. The second part was all about imagining objects and/or necessary processes. Then, use an adequate amount of mana. It took her a long time and countless attempts before she succeeded. After that, the whole process becomes much easier. Naomi tries to create a few basic things like a stone, piece of wood or cup, or even some water. But as she tries more complicated things, something feels off. She stops and starts observing her collection. She took each object and inspected it closely. On the one hand, everything looks alright. They had the right texture and shape, and the water tasted like water. They weren’t real because dungeon masters and mages can only shape mana and world energies into objects. The dungeon master's creation was more robust and could exist indefinitely, while the mages' creation was temporary and short-lived. People find solutions for that, and most mages specialize in manipulating existing matter and energy for more long-lasting effects of spells. Creating real matter from mana was reserved for gods.
Suddenly, Naomi had a thought.
"There was written and/or. What if you need to imagine an object and process its creation simultaneously?"
She once again tries to create a piece of stone. This time, she tries to remember all she can about geology and how rocks are the natural formation of rocks. When she ended casting the spell, she got a piece of stone, but it was different. It, too, was from condenser mana, but somehow condensation was denser, and the stone felt more real. She needed to confirm her new understanding of magic. For that, she created the same set of objects as earlier. Effects made Naomi happy. Each new object was more real, somehow even beautiful. She decided to store them as keepsakes.
Dungeon masters for more complicated things have Star Trek holoprojectors combined with replicators powered by mana.
"Let's see. I will need a workbench for woodwork for building a wooden chest and a small forge for metal parts." Instantly around her appeared a set of workbenches with saws, hammers, tongs, and whatever else. There was also an anvil and forge. It took her a long time, but she touched every tool, every bench, and whatever tool was there before pushing mana into it, she imagined. She imagined how it was done and used as best she could. The result was decent, in Naomi's opinion. There were a few flaws, but she couldn’t do better for now.
"Ok, show me the chest." And before she starts floating a 3d model of a typical wooden chest. It had metal fittings, handles on both sides, a round lid, and a simple lock. First, Naomi starts changing its diameters to fit all her first testing creations. She didn't bother with the exact dimensions because it was not necessary. Inside, she creates two trays. They will lie on top of each other, and each will contain one set. Finally, she checked the fittings, handles, hinges, and locks.
"Let's see what happens if I do something like that," She said aloud and summoned a few wooden boards. Next, she meticulously cut and polished them and, when ready, placed them in the right spot of a holographic model, replacing the image with the real thing. She does the same with metal parts. Only the lock she changed for a simple latch. In the end, she nailed all the parts. Naomi was happy with the result. Even if the chest looked like the work of an amateur, all sides were straight and even. The hinges didn’t creak, and the latch fit.
"Good. It's time for real things."
