Well now, my Avatar should be all set to do whatever he wants.

I hope this mudball likes the gift I gave them.

Now, on to more important things!

That’s right!

It’s time to make the Tower!

I can’t wait.

Can. Not. Wait!

Ven is standing in front of me with two people, besides himself.

One is the greatest architect this world claims to have.

The other is the greatest explorer of dungeons this world knows.

Although, I mean, this world doesn’t have decent dungeons.

Nothing compared to the one I got thrown in all those years ago.

Mostly these poor creatures called dungeons are barely surviving eaking out an existence consuming what they can.

It’s time to change all that.

It’s time to let people know what a real Dungeon is all about.

I’ve already sent letters to all the known dungeons in the world through Ven.

The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

Once the Tower rises they will be given a chance to improve themselves as well.

If the plan succeeds we will not just have a Dungeon, we might build a Labyrinth.

Why do I care about that?

Simple.

I have a theory about the way I arrived in this world.

My pet theory is that enough magic congregated in a single point can punch a hole through the dimensional ‘wall’ that seperates universes.

Dungeon Cores are uniquely suited to assist in this because they already create a natural weakspot. That’s how they can summon monsters into their dungeon.

Dungeon menu, status, or whatever they use here is a natural ‘weakener’ of the dimensional wall in my theory.

As such, like any good theorist, I choose to test it out!

There is a miniscule chance that this method could completely destroy the current world…

Good thing my Avatar is here!

That way damage should be kept to a minimum!

Since him and Emily get along like a house on fire, at least the humans of this world won’t all die out.

I know they get along, they spend all that time in the bedroom together wrestling so it’s obvious!

The architect is babbling to me about how there is no way the structure I want to build can support its own weight.

Has this idiot only ever worked in stone, wood, or metal?

Obviously we are going to build the Tower out of a superior element.

Carbyne.

If someone was to make a chart it would go like this...

Wood is beaten by Stone, Stone is crushed by Iron, Iron is cut with Steel, Steel is sliced by Alloys, Alloys are deflected by Graphene, while Graphene stares up in awe at Carbyne's greatness.

However, there is a massive cost.

Changing atomic structures of something isn’t the same as altering a human to make them better.

It’s much, much, much more costly.

Lucky though I have the Maze running up and good. With the flow of refined Chaos we should be set.

Interrupting the architect I say, “We are building a Tower. You can either present a gorgeous piece of work that reality would never allow, or die.”

Turning my attention to the explorer I say, “You can work with Ven, I want traps the likes of which this world just barely could avoid.”

Finally, I tell Ven, “I’m going to be designing floor master armors. Unless there is something utterly crucial, don’t interrupt me. Make sure Emily and Robert understand as well.”

Ven bows low to me and shifts the three away through the shadows.

I am going to follow the principle that Chaos has been urging for awhile now.

The old rule of magic armor: The less you have, the better it protects!

That said, the strongest bosses will obviously be scantily clad men or women with tattoos on their body granting almost-invincible might.

The rest will be varying layers of clothed.

The weakest will have full plate armor sets on.

Soul Binding will allow the armors to be taken by adventuring parties, however they won’t be tradeable.

Anyone wanting to buy power, or use gold to make the devil grind the millstone, will have to enter my Dungeon to get the gear. They may pay the people they have helping them, but if something better than they can afford drops…

Accidents happen.

Szzzzzft!

Crunch!

Ah, perhaps I should have built this a bit further from the Capital. Well, I’m sure the nobles can afford to re-build their homes in that section of the city.

No big loss.