I decided to work on refining Whitefoot today. Fairly standard stuff. It’ll be about five days worth of work before I’m no longer able to improve Whitefoot using mana, or at least not without tons of mana. After I’m done with this I will start working on improving my abilities with Solar Energy.

I didn’t really spend time with Azrezel today so much as I spent time in his vicinity.

Maybe I should rebuild the room that gathers up mana. I haven’t really done anything about the fact that it was stolen after I died and was reincarnated into my dungeon core. The local mages would probably appreciate being able to use it. I guess I will rebuild it tomorrow. It shouldn’t take more than a minute.

Speaking of my dungeon core, the ‘dungeon’ I built is still there. It was inside the hot spring that was found inside the cliff face. It isn’t really all that interesting, to be honest. I mean the insects I made are pretty cool, and they seem to have thrived so far. Maybe I should do something more with them sometime. Perhaps I could make just a ton of varieties of various power levels and release them all into the maze. So exactly what I was doing before I regained my memories of my ‘past life’.

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Other than that I learned a bit about one of the laws of the world, specifically a bit about how creating new species functions. If you create a new species then nothing and no one can create a species relating to the species you made in any way for about a decade. Apparently, that law was put in place during the peak of Origin’s power because it had become increasingly common practice to mess with rivals by making a creature that is really easy for something your rival created to evolve into that has some humorous defect or some other nasty thing. All of them basically said that they were sick of it but wouldn’t stop unless it was straight up impossible. What this means for me is I am the only creature alive capable of making new plants that aren’t rooted to one spot for roughly the next nine years. Other creatures can make them, but their creations won’t be recognized and won’t be able to come to life unless they do something else with it. What the scholars were referring to when they said that, I have no idea.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.