A cursed set of camouflage barding. A wall of civil lawsuit paperwork. People with the heads of sharks. The visions grew ever more disjointed.
A treasure chest that changes it ms contents left unattended. A person sneaks inside trying to find a magic potion but I'd turned into a giant rat. It's owner selling food then later being eaten. An item that can only be used three times per person. A claymation of one person turning into another. All seemed to be a continuous nightmare but it was impossible to be sure.
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Some of the residents of Tonin's Harbour had started attempting to fish off the shore. They weren't having much luck - after all the only thing that lived in the oceans currently were slimes and those were not interested in baited rods. Others had more success catching them with nets, but the slimes were making holes before they could be brought in. They were ignorant of the reasons for their failure, they had expected an ocean dungeon with marine wildlife to populate the seas but no such dungeon yet existed.
Sarah continued to work both as harbour master and dungeon manager, she was currently considering what the fourth floor for land party delves would be like. Emily, the orc bard, and her group would soon be eligible to delve it, having gotten the third floor boss down to near death on their last visit. It was difficult to judge given health wasn't measured as a number but was instead shown to those who could see the status of others as Effective Body - it had read Red upon their last defeat.
Sarah thought on her coastline theme. Maybe an octopus, those were supposed to be relatively intelligent, perhaps with some weapons it could earn proficiency in? Yes, that seemed like an idea, a duel wielding scimitar once it reached the expected level of skill. The boss formed, knowing what the dungeon wanted of it and began a training montage.
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Crime was no longer an issue in Retowner, somehow the vast majority of criminals from the old world had ended up with legitimate versions of their fronts, only two people had done anything worth bringing to the courts and both were serving their sentences. The closest thing to a crime that happened was the brewing of alcohol, which was discouraged and the faiths were trying to phase out - the motivation no longer existed as the price did not turn a profit.
There was a man who had previously been a brewer but magic was so much easier here he found he was more frequently casting the spell to Purify water and it not doing anything because the water was already pure. He was then casting spells to make it better for its intended purpose whatever it might be and this was where the profit lay.
It wasn't that there were no protection rackets in the kingdom, it was more that there were laws about how they had to be run and what was required in exchange - every former crime lord who worked by this method was now effectively an insurance broker responsible for ensuring no harm befell their clients at the hands of their rivals or due to natural disaster. It was enforced by the system automatically allocating territory and collecting payments using the same method as taxes and tithes - in fact the system was an automated banking facility amongst its other functions.
All this meant that Carmen had almost no work, he resorted to considering the Ricotta question but came to the conclusion sex, at least in this sense, had been abolished as an effect of the transmigration. If she wanted to be female, she was and it would have no bearing on the paperwork which should omit it. He ended up writing a report to his father with his findings, though advised this was the way the law currently operated so no change would be required.