It was evening by the time Celeste and Jasper met up. They found each other in the town square, and both of them felt kind of exhausted.

Jasper looked at his wife, then kissed her before pulling back. "So what is the time?" He asked, knowing that she would know it precisely.

"Right now, we are talking a bit past six, but out in the real world, it hasn't even been a full hour. We have been in here for about ten hours, though. Time really move differently in here." She said, pretty amazed.

Jasper smiled. "Yeah, and that is only because we are in here, and our brains need to process everything that is happening. However, when the game is running alone, it will be able to generate hundreds of years' worth of time over a week." He said with a smile before turning to the inn.

The Black Cauldron wasn't really that fancy, but Celeste had made it look as good as new, which seemed to help a lot.

Walking inside, Jasper found that his wife was the centre of attention.

Celeste had apparently gotten quite popular with the locals, as she had repaired every house in the city and then the walls.

The palisades weren't that amazing, but it was enough to keep out most major animals. She had been teaching some of them, too. She showed them how to easily and quickly get the perfect shapes from the wood they were working with.

It wasn't long before a massive man with a giant beer belly stepped up to the couple. He had a round face with an enormous smile, even though half his head and right eye were covered in bandages. Introducing himself as Paul, it was clear that he had been part of the battle with the empire.

"Ah sure, it's about toime the two o' ye took a break. I've been hearin' a fair bit about the pair o' ye. Celeste, ye've been doin' a grand job round the town, so I'll happily offer ye both a roof over yer heads and a bite to eat, on one condition, that yer husband quits scarin' the poor wee children." Jasper blinked at the horrendous accent the system had generated for the innkeeper.

It was some kind of Irish accent, but definitely not something believable. Jasper decided that the accent must be a bug that needed fixing.

He realized that his wife had asked him something, and he refocused on her. "Sorry, what?" He asked, making her roll her eyes.

"You have been scaring children?" She asked with a look on her face that showed that she wasn't pleased with this news.

"Oh, I'm just showing off a bit of magic. I got eight new students, and I think I managed to teach a couple of them how to manifest sparks from their fingers," he explained, very proud of himself.

Celeste just rubbed the bridge of her nose and looked at the innkeeper. "I will gladly repair any damages that my husband is at fault for," she said, and with that, they took a seat at one of the tables.

Jasper couldn't help but notice how Celeste carefully inspected the table's surface, seemingly unsatisfied with its roughness.

Her hands moved along the surface, and as it did, it became smooth, as if her hand were sanding the surface down. She even ran her thumbs along the corners, making them rounded.

Jasper simply looked at her, amazed by how well she had taken to this new life. A barmaid interrupted her by placing two large bowls of stew in front of them.

Jasper didn't need to eat, but he did so anyway, enjoying a meal with the goddess of tinkering more for the experience than because he was hungry.

By the time she was done, Celeste was spent, and the two of them staggered up to a room assigned to the couple.

"So, I might have a bit of a weird request for ya," Jasper said, and Celeste rolled her eyes.

"I thought we couldn't do stuff like that in here." She seemed more concerned with him losing his job than anything else. Jasper smiled.

"Nope, not like that. I need a book and something to write with. I have something I wanna try while you sleep." He said, making her grumble.

She disliked not sleeping beside him, and with a bit of bargaining, they agreed that Jasper could write in his book as long as he was still in bed.

She manifested a ballpoint pen, which was too high-tech for a place like this, and a massive tome, having used a couple of skins that she had been given as a gift for helping out, as the materials for the book.

The miniscule amount of metal used for the pen had been taken from the inside of the door's handle, seemingly invisible.

Jasper wrote the book on elementalism overnight.

Well, it wasn't perfect, but with his knowledge dedicated to the subject, he was the foremost expert on the subject. As such, there was a lot of information that he could cut out as it was irrelevant to the overall school of magic. His pen flowed rapidly, his mind never tiring, and his arms feeling fine, thanks to the Endurance Domain.

When Celeste finally woke up, she was met with a notification. It honestly wasn't the most pleasant thing to wake up to a notification that was right in her face, and she decided that she would have to talk with Jasper about that.

The Goddess of Tinkering looked up at her husband, who had definitely not slept all night, which she had expected but was a little disappointed by. She told herself that she was just thinking of his mental health, but in reality, she wanted to snuggle with someone.

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She turned her attention to the notification, wanting to get it out of the way.

Worship gained [https://i.postimg.cc/BQDfKKJB/image.png]

She blinked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She felt like this should be good news, but she was still tired, and she honestly couldn't remember what Worship was.

Celeste looked up at her husband and groaned.

He looked down at her and smiled. "Morning sleeping beauty. How was your first night in the game?" He asked, and Celeste realized that she had been sleeping in the middle of a game. She did some quick calculations and had been out for a solid nine hours, with each hour in the game equivalent to five minutes in the real world.

Celeste had just taken a power nap. She did feel completely rested, though, and she looked at her husband and waved her hand in the direction of the pop-up. Jasper looked over it and nodded.

"Huh, you did really well! Two Worship is nothing to scoff at. Very impressive. Though I earned three for founding a new school of magic." He said with the smugness of someone who hadn't just woken up.

Celeste threw a pillow at him, and then she crafted another pillow and threw that at him, too. With her ability to craft pillows, she could win any pillow fight. Well, she was just using the pillow she threw as materials for crafting a new one, but that didn't matter, she would still be winning.

"What is Worship?" she asked, having found her morning energy after throwing a couple of pillows at her husband.

"It is the amount of power you have to change permanent things in the world." He explained, and she nodded slowly.

She got out of bed and used the bedsheets and pillows to create new outfits for them.

She would have to pay Paul, the innkeeper, back, but she felt that she could simply do some manual work around the inn to make up for it.

Celeste had created a new outfit for herself consisting of a tunic, belt and a skirt, which she had noticed were fairly standard around the village. She still kept her dark cloak, wanting to keep all her nifty little pockets with all her tools.

For her husband, she did make a more striking outfit. A blue robe that could go over his tunic and pants, along with a long staff. She paused for a second and added a pair of glasses as well. They didn't have any strength, and he gave her a questioning look.

"I mean, I need to know what to call you, so I am making these glasses your 'Reverse Clark Kent'... when you have them on, you can be Magnus the Wise, god of magic... but if you have them off, you are my Jasper." She said with a bright grin.

Jasper smiled back at her and just nodded. He could see why she might need that.

"Fine, I will do just that. Now, do you want some breakfast before we get going for the day?" he asked, slowly stretching and making his way towards the pile of clothes.

It didn't take long for the two to get ready. Paul, the innkeeper, had sent up a bucket of water and some low-quality soap, which Celeste quickly turned into a much more refined product.

They took a quick bath with water from the bucket, and the goddess of tinkering swore that she would have to find a way to give this village plumbing before she did anything else.

"You mentioned something about setting up automated tasks when we were logged out?" Celeste asked while adjusting her hair.

Jasper smiled "Yeah, your Impact... it is one plus your Rank" He said.

Celeste nodded and found the stat. Focusing on it, she came face to face with a textbox asking if she wanted to input anything. She quickly typed out that she would like to keep the village of Marcusburg repaired with her powers.

The AI seemed to think about it for a second before giving her a checkmark in return. She could see that this used up one of her Impact.

When Celeste told Paul, the innkeeper, about the bedsheets and pillows, he gave her a look of subtle disappointment, which quickly vanished when she offered to fix up his tables and chairs. While she had made them as good as new, they were still reasonably lacklustre compared to what she could create, and she was quick to take advantage of that, upgrading the entire inn with new seating in a matter of minutes. Before Jasper had even decided on what to get for breakfast, she had finished up and was sitting in front of him.

"So what are you going to do today?" Celeste asked, and Jasper smiled.

"I was thinking that I should try my hand at constructing an artefact. I think my new tome might be a good project to work on. I would have to pour some worship into it, but it would probably be possible to do." He said, only to be interrupted by the same barmaid from the night before who placed some oatmeal and two cups of... well, it could be qualified as tea in front of them.

Celeste and Jasper shared the oatmeal, not out of some romantic notion, but Celeste couldn't eat that much today, and Jasper didn't need to eat much, so they shared.

The god of magic continued what he was saying. "I might teach some more kids about magic. It seems like a good way to create worship. I am sure that the AI is using these kids as an excuse for solving a lot of the bugs that it has created, and I get the feeling they will be a lot more powerful than they should be, seeing as they might have to tear down mountains or exterminate cities." He said though the idea of the snivelling kids slaughtering towns with the magic that he had provided them didn't sit right with him. He would need to find a way to keep them under control.

"Well, I was thinking that I would look into getting some upgrades for the town. They need a source of iron, though if you are going to create your first artefact, then I am going to do that as well. I can't have you be the first to do so... honestly, I thought I was the only one able to do that." She said, and Jasper shook his head, a bit of oatmeal on the side of his face. She didn't say anything about it, preferring to have him look at least a little dumb before the idea of him knowing everything went to his head.

"Your powers are unique, though I was able to play around with the system last night. I can infuse an item with my domains. I can create objects of great power... divine artefacts. However, I can only do it within my domain. I can't create a book that summons a flood. I would have to obtain the Water Domain first. I can't summon fire or anything like that. All in all, I need to be able to link it to my domains, meaning that I can allow the wielder of the book to cast an unlimited number of Fireballs each day, no matter their normal magical abilities, since Fireball is within the Magic Domain, even if I don't have fire." He explained with a smile that said he felt quite proud of himself.

"Please tell me you didn't make that kind of book," Celeste said with dawning horror.

"No, no! God no... What I am saying is that your domain should be special. You are specialized in tinkering and creating things, and as such, you can probably create any divine artefact because simply creating an artefact falls within the Tinkering Domain. It might be a bit more expensive, but you can create any effect, as long as you have the worship, though there are two things that I figured out." Jasper said, only now wiping away the oatmeal from his cheek with his bright blue sleeve.

With the oatmeal out of his face, he continued. "First off, Divine artefacts are not for mortal hands. You need to give the artefact a downside if it falls within mortal hands. I am not sure if you can do the same, but we are working at a level of power that will corrupt any NPC. I am assuming that the AI is doing this to ensure that it has plenty of plotlines to work with in the future. The second thing is that the more of your domains you can work into the item, the more it will reflect you and the easier it will be for you to control, though the more expensive it will become as well." Jasper explained, though Celeste had the feeling that control over Artifacts wouldn't be a problem for her, especially not if she remembered some of the lesser powers from her Tinkering domain correctly.

Celeste and Jasper talked for about half an hour before they finally made it out of the Inn, happy to get started on a new day.