I watched the old man for years as he grew his own family and lived a happy life. As the world changed and a new era approached, it was the era of hunters. In this new era, monsters no longer roamed the streets; they were in so-called "dungeons" now. These were portals which could be entered by "awakened," or what they are now called "hunters." These portals were the homes of monsters, with their own little world, usually having one king and many subordinates. The king was usually the strongest of these monsters.

However, dungeons had one problem: if they weren't cleared quickly, they broke out and could cause huge destruction to the outside world, with the monsters running amok, which normally where inside.

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Another thing I could see in these last twenty years was a special thing about me. Normal people could only awaken every five years. It's just like I said: every five years came a wave of awakened, but only one in a thousand actually awakened, and about half of them died before the next wave. So there weren't many awakened, but those who were had a supreme status and were worth much more to society. But for me it was different, I didn't awaken in this radius exactly and I myself can awaken other people whenever I want.

This is what I could watch, as I could see what this old man could see. It was an interesting world now. This is exactly what I needed, as it was really boring watching an old man with the ability to create food. It got even more boring as the ability wasn't needed anymore, because anyone could get food from this now-stabilized world.