The inside of the teleportation wheel was like a giant box. It was as though Langa had stepped into a white elevator, and there was only one slot that he could insert his pass into. As soon as he did that, multiple buttons appeared on the box. The other buttons were all greyed out, from the 2nd Floor to the 100th Floor, the only one that lit up was for the 1st Floor. He pressed that button, and it was as if he was stuck in a whirlwind for one second, and then a blinding flash of light washed over him.

Thirteen multicoloured pathways appeared in front of him, but it was different from the way he had seen them before. This time they extended straight up like stairs, and he could see at least a hundred steps. The fourteenth pathway, as always, was doing as it pleased, winding around the thirteen straight pathways, but it also led up. He had no idea what to make of it, and then the doors on the other side of the teleportation wheel opened. Immediately, Langa was assaulted by the feeling of being on display, being watched by too many eyes. A series of prompts appeared in front of him.

[A Clanless Deity Without A Name, turns a brief gaze towards you.]

[Multiple deities, who are hiding their identities, are watching you.]

[The mid-tier constellation: Tarquinius, is watching you.]

[The mid-tier constellation: Tarquinius, is surprised by your glaive]

[The mid-tier constellation: Tarquinius, excitedly informs his Master about you. He asks his Master to look at you.]

[The Deiwos Clan god: The Lackadaisical Herald of The Lightning Storm, is looking at you.]

[The mid-tier constellation: Tarquinius, would like to offer you a Challenge. Accept: Y/N?]

[Multiple deities complain to Tarquinius' Master that Tarquinius is breaking the rules by offering a challenge before the Challenge Embargo is lifted.]

[The Kwara Orisha Clan god: The Wild Crossroads of Raging Thunder, wonders if the Deiwos Clan and its constellations want to break their own laws, and snatch up all the good players before the other clans.]

[The Deiwos Clan god: The Lackadaisical Herald of The Lightning Storm, forbids Tarquinius from offering any Challenges to any player for seven days.]

[The Deiwos Clan god: The Lackadaisical Herald of The Lightning Storm, closes the karma channel, and hides you from Tarquinius for 3 days.]

[The mid-tier constellation Glaridinus, is pleased with Tarquinius' punishment]

[The low-tier constellation Saquin Hirtius, laughs at Tarquinius' punishment]

[The high-tier constellation: The Unreasonable Ambitious Swordreader, mocks Tarquinius since he will struggle to Challenge any good players after one week.]

[Multiple deities are pleased with Tarquinius' punishment.]

Just as soon as the feeling of multiple eyes watching him creepily arrived, he got used to it, like a constant itch that he had to put up with. Wow, Lady Mira had not been exaggerating about deities watching him. They were still watching, he knew that much, they just did not want to waste karma letting him know. He shook his head. One of those gods was an orisha, if he remembered correctly, that was the name given to deities worshipped by Yoruba from Nigeria in the past. He was not sure, though. There was one name he recognised from the clutter of deities watching him, The Lackadaisical Herald of the Lightning Storm. He was the one who had looked in on him during the tutorial, causing him to break free from the clutches of the Void. If there was one thing that Langa knew to be true in every world, it was that gods had a lot of pride. He had no idea why this god had looked in on him during the tutorial, something that they were not supposed to do, but he figured that he should at least convey his thanks.

Langa closed his eyes and lifted his hands in prayer. "Thank you, Lackadaisical Herald of the Lightning Storm," he said. He was not sure if he should specify exactly what he was thanking him for. He didn't know if the other deities knew about his interference in the tutorial.

[The Deiwos Clan god: The Lackadaisical Herald of the Lightning Storm accepts your gratitude, and urges you to go on your way. He informs you that the deities are just watching you out of curiosity as you are in the top five. He advises you to ignore them.]

Langa smiled and bowed his head. Then he stepped out of the teleportation wheel, into the 1st Floor. Before he could even look around, his system interface was bombarded with notifications. This time, it was about quests.

[Welcome to the First Floor of The Deiwos Tower! Please report to the arena square in order to receive the basic Floor Map, and the Tower Rulebook.]

[You are now Level 10. Your Legacies tab has been unlocked. Please check your status for your First Legacy Quest.]

FIRST FLOOR MAIN QUEST

Quest Rank: D

The First Floor of this Deiwos Tower is a world known as Verse 3 214 685 326, or RangeVerse. This world is home to many goblinkin and birdkin. It is made up of Fifty-two Federations, each consisting of multiple starting cities for players. With the end of Tutorial batch #4, millions of new dungeons have spawned all over the Tower. Quest Objectives:

- Clear one unclaimed Level 10 dungeon on your own.

-Earn 10 000 karma

Time Limit: None Optional Quest Objective:

- Begin the Infinite Challenge

-Choose a deity to serve

Quest Limitations: Solo Quest Cautions:

-Clearing a claimed Level 10 dungeon will not count towards completing this quest

-Clearing an unclaimed Level 10 dungeon with a party will not count towards clearing this quest.

Quest Rewards:

- Ascend to the 2nd Floor

- ??? Experience

- ??? Karma

- Item, dependent on the quest completion grade.

Failure Penalties: - You will not be able to leave the 1st Floor if this quest is not completed

When Langa finally closed his system interface and looked around, he blinked rapidly to contain his shock. The teleportation wheel was actually a giant wheel the size of a skyscraper, and it was constantly turning, though it did not seem to be tied to anything. He guessed that it moved with magic. Looking around, he realised that he was in a large open space square area, with the teleportation wheel enclosed behind a shining purple stone wall with multiple gates, and he had just come out of one of those gates. After Langa, more people came out of those gates, all dressed in ragged tutorial armour.

In front of the gate, there was a large screen that was made of material that looked a bit like ceramic, but Langa was sure that he was wrong about that, after all, ceramic did not glow with multicoloured letters. The strange sign read, “All new players are to gather in front of the arena square in the transportation bay.” He looked at the place where the arrow on the sign was pointing and noticed that all the players who emerged from the teleportation wheel were going to that place.

Besides the new players, most of the people in this area were all dressed in similar red robes, showing the new players around, and Langa had to blink an unimaginable number of times as he took in the geography of this place.

Something about this place did not add up, there was fog everywhere, it was too cold, and he wanted to know exactly where he was. To that end, he moved in a straight line, trying to look past the fog. It was then that he saw how close the sky seemed, as well as the fact that there was only half a red sun in the sky, and it was emitting low red rays of light that barely penetrated the fog. No wonder it was not very bright, what kind of world had only half a sun anyway?

The truth was that he was very high up. He looked around and saw that this whole square—the entire transportation bay, was sitting on top of a high mountain plateau. A majestic mountain range stretched along the horizon, its mist-covered peaks hidden from the sunlight. Towering mountains were the only things visible all around the landscape as far as the eye could see, their uneven tops reaching towards the sky. The mountain that they were on had the highest summit out of all of them.

In the distance, what looked like a city was perched precariously on top of the mountain as if the people who lived there were rebelling against the natural order of things. Although he was a bit too far away to see clearly, Langa could see that the city’s buildings seemed to touch the heavens, they looked like they were carved straight out of the mountain itself. Everything else seemed to rise from the ground below this high mountain peak.

Flying above that city and walking around in this transportation bay, were... bird people? Langa could not identify the types of birds, but they all seemed to be different kinds. They had normal human faces, without beaks, although they were a little pale, with long claws for hands and thin, perching four-toed bird’s feet. Their hair was of a feathery texture, and the colours matched those of the wings on their back. They looked like harpies, Langa thought. But weren’t harpies only supposed to be maidens? Or was the mythology of the earth incomplete? Either way, Langa was now in a mountain city inhabited by mostly birdkin that may or may not have looked like harpies. He was probably wrong on that. Between this plateau where the transportation bay was located and the mountain city, there were birdkin flying between the two places, as well as other races flying on giant birds, flying mats, or flying carriages. He had to blink to make sure that he was not dreaming.

“What the actual fuck?!” Langa looked around him in disbelief. A transportation bay with flying carpets? A city carved into the mountain? Okay, yeah, he was definitely in a new world. No wonder it was so cold here; he shivered. This was his life now.

"Hey, the presentation is about to start. Did you not see the sign? All new players are to head towards the arena square," an owlkin dressed in flowing red robes said to Langa, and he looked around.

The arena square was a large open space filled with a great number of people, all standing there, waiting. They were looking up at a stage where a group of three people stood, each of different races, all wearing immaculate red robes with the badge of a tower imprinted on it. They also had tattoos of a Tower and a shield on different visible parts of their bodies. Well, he was new here and had no idea where to go, so he just nodded to the owlkin and gathered in the arena square with all the other new players. It was strange because there were so many people here, thousands if he was right, yet Langa could count on one hand the number of humans. This further reinforced the fact that this was a brand-new world.

As he headed over to the arena square with the other players, the group of more than thirty people in the same red uniform as the three that were standing on the stage, surrounded the entire arena and stood at attention. He wondered if they were some kind of army.

There was murmuring in the crowd of mismatched players as they all stood there watching the stage, waiting for the people standing there to start talking. Out of curiosity, Langa tried to use his title skill to scan those three people on stage since he could not see anything when he scanned them normally, except for one line that read [Locked at level 25]. When he tried to use his title skill to gain more information on them, a splitting headache, worse than the one he got when he used the title on Liv’Kungsadu struck him. Whatever Shroud these guys had was beyond him to get through. One of the people turned to the crowd, looking in his direction. He wondered if they had sensed him trying to read them, his head throbbing. It really hurt, and he stepped back, stumbling into someone in pain.

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“Aye, watch it you dumbfuck!” the person he stumbled into shouted. Langa looked around, not seeing anyone. “Down here, fool! Get off my foot.”

He looked down, and sure enough, there was a very short person, barely 1.2 metres tall, looking up at him angrily. He wore an annoyed expression and had long red hair and a matching, messy beard. This fellow was a dwarf, which Langa confirmed when he used his title skill on him, and his name was Freidiv. What shocked him the most, though, was that this guy was only level 6 and he had only 1032 available karma. It was highly unlikely that he'd completed the final tutorial quest and used 1000 karma to buy something, not with his level. Was this what was normal for regular people outside the top ten?

Langa was in the wrong here, so he decided to apologise. “Sorry, that was my mistake,” he said. He was good at making niceties with people.

“Well, alright then,” Freidiv said in a huff, turning to look at the stage.

“Hey! Why are you confining in this square? Even if you're the guild sent to receive us, should you really be keeping us here?" a player in full plate armour shouted at the top of his voice, roughly pushing past the others to get closer to the stage. He was human, and according to the scan, a level 7 named Aquila. He was flanked by two spiderkin, whose appearance made Langa shudder so much that he did not bother to identify them. "Huh? Do you know who I am? I am a Chosen One of The Breaker of The Self!”

Typical, Langa thought, even outnumbered in a new world, humans always found a way to cause trouble and make everything about them. Sometimes he was ashamed of his race.

One of the people on the stage, an elf, looked at Aquila with disinterest and then looked at the transportation bay. “I suppose that is everyone,” he said.

Langa stared at this guy in awe, he was quite dauntingly beautiful. He gracefully walked to the forefront of the stage, his colleagues following behind him. He had to be a different type of elf from Kindaro and Ghol, because his face was pale, with long, silky golden hair that cascaded down to his shoulders. His green eyes calmly scanned the area before he spoke once more.

The group of over a thousand players were anxiously huddled together, watching the stage and waiting for him to continue. Looking around, Langa realised that he was the highest levelled player in this entire square, as, excluding their hosts, everyone else was around level 6 to 7, with 8 being the highest. Maybe he did deserve his spot in the top ten after all.

“It seems like you are all here. Congratulations on surviving the tutorial, players. Welcome to the 1st Floor of the 1773rd Deiwos Tower,” the elf standing on top of the stage said. It was weird, even though his voice was soft Langa was standing at the far back, but he could hear the man as clearly as if he were standing right next to him. “This world is known as Range Verse, and we are currently in the Risa Province of the Anukirtam Federation. I will send you your maps, the Relgte of our Tower Administrators, The Relgte of The Unrivalled and the Tower Rulebook now; please accept them.”

[Alfsol Serene Dulenta is sharing four items with you.

+1 1st Floor Map

+1 Tower Rulebook

+1 Relgte of The Deiwos Clan

+1 Relgte of The Unrivalled Tower Master

Accept: Y/N?]

Of course, Langa accepted. Lack of information was very dangerous, and he wanted to learn as much as possible about this world.

“Who the hell are you, huh? Stop telling us stuff that we can find on the forums, and let us go!” Aquila shouted again, his posse supporting him with aggressive shouts of affirmation. If the elf heard him, he ignored him.

The other players in the square were also talking over each other, either annoyed at Aquila or whispering about the group on the stage. Despite everyone clearly having something to say, only one person spoke up.

The dwarf standing next to Langa, Freidiv, cursed out loudly, “Hey! Some of us don’t know hex about this world, alright? Damn it. My whole fucking team died fighting that mini-boss creature, and I had to spend four fucking days hunting corrupted creatures just to get 1000 karma and escape that godsforsaken world! How’s about you shut your trap and let the blasted sun elf give us information, yeah?!”

“What did you say, you-“

“Silence!” A sharp, but firm voice said. It was one of the people on stage, a wolfkin with wild eyes, who spoke. All of a sudden, the air in the square became heavier, and Langa’s head throbbed once more in pain. He felt small, as if the essence in the air would swallow him whole.

“Enough Jandri. Do you want to suffer from the backlash? Do not use even that small amount of karma pressure on children who haven’t even entered the first tier,” the elf said to her, but the wolfkin only smiled.

“One of them has,” the third person on the stage said. She wore a mask that covered her face, but in that instant, her eyes met Langa’s, and he had the distinct feeling that she was talking about him. “DP Alfsol, please continue. We are running out of our time on this Floor.”

“Alright. Since you asked, I am Alfsol, deputy guild master of the Guardians Guild, Blessed by The Unrivalled Tower Master, and I am here because, as players placed in Risa's Plateau as a starting city, you are under the jurisdiction of the Guardians Guild," the sun elf said, addressing the players. "Next to me is Jandri, the Guardians Administrator for the Ground Storey, that is to say, Floor 1 to Floor 10. On my left is Khalifahri, the Guardians Administrator for the First Storey, which is Floor 11 to Floor 20. Once again, the Guardians welcome you to the 1st Floor of the Deiwos Tower, players of Tutorial batch 4."

Aquila blanched and stepped back the moment that he mentioned the Guardians Guild. While others were confused about why such a big shot came to the 1st Floor to welcome them, some of the other players looked at the rest of the Guardians in the square in awe. Listening around to the whispers, Langa gathered that the Tower Guardians were made up of those Blessed by The Unrivalled, and they acted as the agents of order in all the Towers. Each Tower had its own Guardians, and they answered to no one but The Unrivalled Tower Master herself. They seemed to be something like the Tower police or something.

"That's great. Are there any Guardian Knights of Order in this Tower?" Someone asked, their voice rising above everyone else's.

"Only one. Out of all the players from the previous three batches that entered the Tower, only one person is directly sponsored by The Unrivalled, she is her Avatar, and our guild master," Alfsol said proudly.

More than the declaration that the people receiving them were Guardians, the fact that there was a Guardian Knight in this Tower seemed to fill the players with both admiration and safety.

Was it such a big deal? That class had been among Langa’s choices in the karma store. Had he passed on an amazing reward? Well, it didn't matter, his choices had all been fantastic, and he had chosen what suited him best.

"Now, as you all know, the clearance quest for the 1st Floor is very easy, you just need to get 10 000 karma and clear one unclaimed dungeon on your own. Our guild will shelter you for only seven days. After that, you are on your own. Please use these seven days wisely to gain both levels and coins so that you can survive without our assistance in this world," he paused. "If you make enough money, you can even buy the location of an unclaimed dungeon from the Dungeon Seekers Guild and clear it. Trust me, you do not want to stay on the 1st Floor, it's already overcrowded."

That made sense to Langa. After the horrors of the tutorial, he was sure that there were players who would not want to climb the Tower anymore, opting to stay here where it was safe.

"You will see on your map that there are multiple fields in Risa Province’s valleys that are suitable hunting grounds for levels 1 to 9,” he continued. “There are some areas marked as yellow zones on the map, those are places that are either different guild territories or places with random monster spawns. The areas marked as red player zones are occupied by griefers, gankers, player killers and general low-level criminals. If you run into them, fight or run. Don’t report them to the Guardians, though. Report them to the Federation Police, there’s a branch in every safe zone village in the valleys.”

”Why are you letting the griefers and killers run around? Isn’t it your job to get rid of them?” Another player shouted.

”Hey! Every Floor, every world, has its own laws. Hell, some worlds have different nations, each with its own laws and law enforcement services. We cannot police every single criminal who breaks every single law on every single Floor. The Guardians enforce The Unrivalled’s Tower laws on 29 Floors. We cannot be everywhere at once!” Jandri snapped from the stage. “If we wasted our time on red players and red NPCs, then who would fight against the dangerous voidents in the higher Floors?”

The player who had asked the question stepped back.

“Do not interrupt me again, Jandri,” Alfsol glared at Jandri, and she stepped back. “Now, as I was saying, you’ll see on your map, that the areas marked as red monster zones are areas with known claimed dungeons or corrupted fields, or where Void dungeons are. The areas marked in black are occupied by players with known voident activity. No one who has not entered Tier 1 is to engage the voidents. Let me repeat myself, yes, hunting the voidents is an easy way to earn money, but if you are below level 10, do not go near the voidents, or you will die, is that clear?”

At the mention of voidents, a lot of the players recoiled in fear. It seemed as if these voidents were not friendly players. Everyone seemed frightened at the thought of running into them.

Alfsol continued, “Take this week of free accommodation to learn more about this world, save money, and gain levels. There is a massive library in Risa's Plateau, the city you see in the distance. Also, The Deiwos Clan placed an Embargo on all Challenges for the first 52 hours after the end of the tutorial. The deities will be observing you for the next two days, so show them what you are capable of, so that once the Embargo is lifted, they will offer you a Sponsorship Challenge. Getting a sponsor will go a long way towards enhancing your strength. Don't bind your souls to Risa’s Plateau, rather do it once you reach the Valley of Guardians. That’s all I have to say, players. Welcome to The Deiwos Tower.”

”Are the Guardians going to recruit players from our tutorial batch?” A middle-aged woman with red skin and two horns on her forehead asked. Langa watched her, fascinated; she was the first demonkin that he’d ever seen.

About half of the Guardians surrounding the square moved up and marched towards the stage, as Alfsol, Jandri and the third Guardian prepared to leave the stage.

"If you prove yourselves well to us, then yes, we might recruit you. Now, I have said enough, and it is time for me to return to the higher Floors already. I know that some of you are probably wondering why I, the deputy guild master of one of the top ten guilds in the Deiwos Tower, am here instead of helping our guild master clear the 29th Floor," the elf said.

A few people murmured in agreement, and now that Langa thought about it, it was odd that someone of such a high position within the Guardians had come down here just to welcome new players. If anything, Jandri alone should have been enough to welcome them.

"The reason is that one of you players is in the top ten of your tutorial batch. Player Langa Zulu, please follow me," Alfsol said turning away from the crowd and walking off the stage.

Langa's heart sank as the murmurs and whispers devolved into shouts of surprise, with every one of the players looking around and scanning each other to find him. So this was what Lady Mira meant. These people had come all the way here for him? This was just what he needed—attention on his first day in the Tower.

Sure enough, someone scanned him and pointed. "It's him! Holy hell, he's even level 10!" the wolfkin shouted at the top of his voice. As expected, over a thousand heads turned to look at Langa. It was very annoying, and he glared up at the departing elf. Did he have to call him out in front of everyone?

"Wow, you're amazing, man!" the dwarf next to Langa exclaimed in admiration.

Left with no choice, Langa started walking up towards the stage. Players parted to let him through, and it was not just admiration in their eyes, instead, there was envy, disdain and resentment in some of those eyes. Typical, Langa thought, rolling his eyes. Well, it was not as if he was averse to negative attention. He'd had plenty of that whenever he failed to win a race, so it did not affect him all that much. He just hated things that complicated his life. Aquila pushed through the crowd until he was right in front of Langa.

"You...you must be the Chosen One of a high-tier god, right?" he demanded, his face red.

"No, I'm just a regular player from a lost world," Langa answered curtly, wishing the guy would move out of his way, Alfsol and his group were getting further away from the stage.

That answer seemed to take everyone by surprise. "Bullshit!" someone behind him shouted. He couldn't help it if they didn't believe him, he wasn't going to lie just to fit in.

Aquila fixed him with a glare. "You must be a demigod, then?" he asked. Perhaps he could not accept that someone from a lost world, a nobody really, had done better than him, a Chosen One, in the tutorial.

Langa shook his head. "I'm a regular human. If you won't move out of my way, then I'll just blast past you, alright? Mind the wind," he said, and he activated Flash Step, landing right behind Alfsol below the stage. The force generated by the skill was too strong, and Aquila fell to the ground.

Thankfully, the Guardians that had approached the stage formed a wall between Langa and the other players, and he was able to follow the higher-ranking Guardians peacefully. He caught up to Alfsol as he walked towards the transportation bay.

"I'm Langa," he said, making sure to keep his displeasure evident. "Did you really have to do that? Now all those people are going to start paying attention to me."

"I apologise for calling you out in front of the others, it was the best way to remind the other players that no matter how special they think they are for completing the tutorial, there is always someone better,” Alfsol said, turning to look at Langa. "As long as there is someone above them, people will always want to work harder so that they can catch up."

"Whatever. So, besides being a beacon of envy, what else do you want with me?" Langa asked Alfsol, as the other players were led in an orderly manner out of the square by the rest of the Guardians. The wolfkin, Jandri, walked behind the two of them, and the third Guardian had disappeared into thin air.

"I am a very straightforward person, so I will let you know right away that Khalifahri has a skill that helps her determine the potential fate of mortals. The reason that she and I came all the way down to this Floor was to see what kind of fate you have, and whether we should recruit you into the Guardians," he said, eyes on him.

Langa raised his eyebrows questioningly. He was admittedly curious about what they had found. The last time a sangoma checked his fate was when he'd found out about his curse. He had been told that he would die young, but he wondered if that still applied with his Ascension into the Tower. Technically, he had already died once in the tutorial.

Alfsol, however, did not elaborate on the results, instead, he asked, "So, are you willing to join us?"

While he was annoyed that this guy had used him as an example, Langa liked straightforward people. Did that mean that whatever fate this guy saw in him was worthy of being recruited into the Guardians? "I mean, that's your pitch? Should you not, like, tell me why the Guardians will be an excellent guild for me?"

The elf gave a short chuckle. "Well, our guild is in third place in the Tower's overall guild rankings, you can check the leaderboard on the Dent if you don't believe me. Our guild master is from tutorial batch #2, and yet she is the only Guardian Knight in this Tower, and she has been in first place in most of tutorial batch #2's rankings on every Floor. She's also the only player on Tower's overall top ten list that is not from tutorial batch #1. Need I say more?"

Langa scratched his head. "That all sounds nice and everything, but I literally just got here. I'm from a lost world, and I don't know shit about the Tower except what my tutorial teammates told me. Let me acclimatise a bit. I also need to check out what other guilds have to offer as well, don't I?"

"Fair enough," Alfsol nodded. "Even if you decide not to join us, it doesn't mean that we can't work together. There is always freelance work, and there will always be voidents to hunt, void territories to clear and all that. I'm sorry, I really do have to go, my time on this Floor is limited. Jandri will explain our other offer to you,” he said, checking his comcer.

So, they had another offer for him then? Was this the one that Lady Mira was talking about?

"I hope you don't mind, but we will continue to give you special treatment so that the other players understand how important it is to get stronger and be acknowledged by those in power," Alfsol continued. "That's how it is on every Floor, the more gifted you are, the more opportunities you're given. Since the Guardians are in charge of all these players for the week, the least we can do is teach them what life is like in the Tower."

Really, Langa thought, this guy was too direct. "Well, I won't say no to special treatment, as long as I get a soft bed to sleep in and a hot bath." He didn't mind them giving him special treatment, but that depended on what they wanted from him. He would hear their offer out first before accepting anything from them, after all in the Tower, the more help a player received while achieving something, the less karma they earned for it. If he was going to stand out, he needed to start somewhere.

He stretched out his arm, extending his hand so that they could exchange mana signatures for their comcers. Alfsol stared at Langa's hand in surprise, probably not expecting that. Jandri giggled. Langa did not retract his hand, though. If these guys wanted to use him to encourage the other players to work hard, he would get something out of it, and being able to directly contact the second in command of one of the Tower's top five guilds seemed like an excellent exchange.

"You're quite an amusing fellow. I'll be sure to tell Merreddyd all about you. I'm sure even she will be fascinated by both you, and your fate," Alfsol said. In the end, he did exchange mana signatures with Langa. He left after that, instructing Jandri to explain everything to him.