June 24, 493 U.C.

After an enjoyable few hours of girl time, I teleported out into Vuln. The smell of trees filled the air. I glanced out to see the thick canopy in the distance. It was a beautiful green. Some birds were flying overhead. Something chirped. I spun back to my original target.

Konodos were all over the cliff wall and the ground of the hill. All of them turned towards me. Several raced forward, assuming there was a free meal. A few fell off the cliff in their haste; they bounced down into the forest like strange living balls.

I flooded magic into haste, turned, and began chopping duty. The poor creatures crumpled. Their mana joined my own as I made my way through the out-of-control group.

As the last crumpled, I began picking up the crystals. I also tossed carcasses into my subspace. After that, I teleported and appeared in a warehouse.

“Delivery?” a man in a mask asked.

“Yep. Which ones are empty?” I walked through the cold room. Hooks hung from the ceiling. The floor and walls were cement. A drainage grate sat in the middle of the sloped room.

“Bays two, three, five, six, and eight are empty.” The man pointed.

“Thanks.” I walked over, pulled out carcasses, and hoisted them onto hooks. The man took notes, writing down something or other. With each one, a drone followed and began work. The blood began forming a rivulet towards the grate.

“How many?” the man asked while we walked.

“About three dozen. I’ll stock you. I know you are low.”

“Good. Demand is high.”

I nodded and continued the work. It’s not the most pleasant, but such is life. “How are the drones working out?”

“They’re great for the simple stuff. The fortified magic stuff? They have problems unless we power up the blades. And some of it is just too durable for them.”

I finished hanging the last one. With a breath of relief, I teleported back out into the wilds, surveying the cliffs once more. Still in search of ruins, I went to check the caverns. I walked inside and found nothing but strong mana flowing through the ground. That had likely caused the konodos.

Walking into one, I was met with a pile of random rubble in what had been a square room. I kicked at it. Is this collapsed? That changed my plans.

I pulled out a shovel and began excavating the ton of dirt blocking my passage. With a scoop, I tossed the rock and dirt to the side. Then I repeated it over and over.

I lasted a good ten minutes while pondering if I’d die of old age before excavating the place. I was sweating and tired. The pile of rubble kept going, and my desire to get robots was growing. I debated it while continuing my back-breaking work.

Dig. Scoop. Throw. Dig. Scoop. Throw. Dig…

Minutes ticked by while I worked. My chant did not last long. Instead, it morphed into other noises. I shan’t repeat the cursing, wailing, or weeping that occurred. I can assure you that it was indeed warranted. Shoveling a hundred tons of dirt and rock is utterly exhausting.

After twenty eternities, I didn’t know where to put the dirt, nor did I want to use the shovel further. Sweat rolled down my skin. The back half of the room was filled. It was dusty, dark, and gross. There were far better options. I teleported. Appearing back in a city, I used Time Stop and found my target. A yellow and black robot stood there, along with several drones. It had its own shovel, drill, and a plethora of other contraptions. The drones could help and could take the dirt elsewhere.

To my joy, it also had power. Willing myself into the shop, I willed the keys to myself. Then I sent a teleport to the contraption. The spell hung there, like a web of magic. I willed in the drones. Then I removed my contacts; letting Ela see this wasn’t an option.

Returning to the ruins, I appeared with the drones and excavator. I toggled on the computer and set the AI to task. It happily obliged and began churning out the rock and dirt. The little drones flew forward, scooped, and headed to the exit.

With a smile on my face, I walked out of the dusty place. The drones were more exposed than the excavator; it was drilling into things and spewing out dirt and stone behind it. The drones flew out and piled it next to the cliffs. Like diligent ants, they then repeated it over and over.

I enjoyed it for five minutes before I started fidgeting. I turned on my music just to have something to entertain myself, tapping my foot to the beat.

After another fifteen minutes, I felt my boredom swelling like an overfilled balloon. To preserve my ebbing will, I began singing along, sending a rapturous concert out to the natives of Vuln. I started with a rousing version of Guardian Pop. Then I grew bored and changed things up; a little metal made the song better. It was true then, and it’s true now. Guardian Pop needs the help. It’s just so peppy. Sometimes you need a wailing electric guitar to go with it. I wished that I had one while I sang loud and proud.

My singing was well-received by the nearby wildlife. It only took a minute before a raptor dashed up the hill, chirping loudly. It looked at me with an open maw, revealing large teeth. Those weren’t as frightening as its bulging, bloodshot eyes. It stomped its foot and chirped loudly again. I continued singing to my fan.

The raptor chirped, roared, and chirped again. I sang back at it. Ripping grass with its feet, it dashed forward and leapt. I used haste, moved, and slit its throat. I continued my concert unabated while cleaning things up.

Like all guardian singers, I got new fans instantly. Seven more raptors showed up. They did not chirp. Instead, they locked onto me and surged forward with deranged looks. I decided that they were starving. After all, what else could have caused that look? It was quite unsettling. That was why I had to kill them.

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Reluctantly, I killed my newest fans but didn’t cease my concert. With the skill of the best songbird, I warbled out my tune to a new pack of fans. They had feathers, serrated beaks, and large talons. Each was larger than the typical raptor, coming in at three meters. They look like carnivorous, overgrown ostriches. They also were happy to get a show.

Locking onto their singing champion, they surged forward while letting out a thunderous warble. Much like the raptors, they appeared to be starved for food and entertainment. Their eyes bulged. One let out a shriek that drowned out my singing. Using haste, I cut down the competitors who wished to usurp my concert.

My warbling brought out several others who wished for dinner. Alas for them, they ended up going into my subspace, becoming dinner for another. After a few dozen more, the ground shook as a massive creature thundered up the hill.

“Woh!” I exclaimed as I saw the Pakosaur. It had a similar look. Its eyes were bulging, and it was drooling. The massive thing was at least two stories tall and looked like a T-Rex. Its scales were a glistening black. Its teeth were massive. It was also glowing with mana. With its mouth open wide, it roared; spittle flew from its maw. I roared right back. Today was my lucky day. The warehouse was about to be very full. I swapped my hatchets for a two-handed axe.

I used haste and raced up its back. The poor thing was quicker due to the magic, but it wasn’t close to fast enough. I climbed onto its head and started chopping. Skin slowly split. Using my Enhanced Body spell, I continued. My axe struggled to break through the thick magic skull. With each chop, I made it a bit further. A fragment of bone broke off. I made it through a good ten chops before it moved noticeably, but I just rotated and kept going while a low rumble that was likely a roar happened.

After several more chops, its skull broke and my axe went right inside, covering my arm with brains and blood. I leapt away, landed, and dropped haste. Then I waited for it, spreading my arms wide. Like standing in a mana hurricane, the mana slammed into me. A massive crystal coalesced. I grabbed it. Then I spun back to the massive carcass. It would feed a lot of people. I teleported it into bay nine.

Appearing with it, I looked to the massive bay we had for just such creatures. I began making rapid cuts with haste activated. First, I spent a minute of my time opening its throat. Then I used a hammer to drive two massive hooks into the carcass. That took four minutes of my time. Finally, I slit open its stomach. That took ages or twenty earth seconds, depending on the clock.

Guts and blood came spilling out. I raced away from the mess, punched in commands, and dropped haste. Running onto the carcass, I hooked it to the chains and walked back. Then I began cranking the massive thing off the ground to start draining. The blood came out like a waterfall. It gushed over to the grate, pooling on the floor as it slowly drained.

“Viper? Shit!” the foreman said as he walked in and stared at the large creature.

“I need to run. It’s mana rich. Use the best enchantments.”

“Don’t bring that shit, Viper! Herbivores only if they are that size!”

I rolled my eyes. “Stop being picky. We can’t be picky. And it’s mana rich. You know what that means.”

“It’ll take forever to break down is what that means!” he bellowed back.

“It’ll weaken as it ages. It’s draining. And the stomach is already open for you. Stop complaining. I need to hurry.” Using haste, I bolted into the other rooms and began unloading the rest. They didn’t weigh nearly as much. I speared the hook in and let the motors handle lifting them.

Leaving the dangling carcasses behind, I dashed back to the foreman. “Good to go?”

“Fuck no! That’s way too much!”

“The drones will get the easy stuff. Haul in the crew.”

The foreman groaned. With a cheeky wave, I teleported back to protect my liberated army of machines. As it turned out, they were fine. Sadly, I used a lot of mana to do all that. Grabbing a book, I started reading while time ticked by. Then my phone buzzed. I pulled it out.

Raptor: What’s this about a giltasaur?

Me: It’s good meat. And it’s mana rich. You know how important that is even if they don’t.

Raptor: Can they skin it?

Me: Probably not. But others can. Yell if I need to help with that part. I cut its neck to drain. I also cut open the stomach to get that out. They should be able to break down most of it. Though we may have to dry age some. Can you send a strength person?

Raptor: Yes. Prepare for another Seeding. Can you get another giltasaur?

Me: I'll try; they are hard to find.

Raptor: I need two dozen fish and potions prepped for this weekend.

To Raptor: Roger that.

I put it away. I couldn’t be too frustrated with that request. At least it would save me work in the future. Then I turned back to my book and hoped nothing else would show up. If it did, I was packing things up for the day.

Minutes ticked by. A breeze slowly drifted over the cliffs. I did get a few random visitors. Most seemed to sense my mana and ran off. I enjoyed my little stay away from everything.

My stay was interrupted heavily two Earth hours later. A large pack of raptors showed up. Using haste, I sent my liberated supplies back. Then I returned home and started making potions. I spent an eternity doing that while singing since Dad was out.

Current Level 10 Current XP 83.03% Current Max Mana 7488.91 Regen per minute 12.48 Reputation 1000

Tier Skill Cost Tier 10 User Time Dilation (Haste)

- User experiences 256 seconds for 1 earth second.

- Force transference limited to 12.5%. 2 mana per earth second. Tier 6 Pocket Dimension

- 128 cubic meters of pocket space.

- Rapid stash and rapid draw.

- You may tether objects to your pocket space.

- Your pocket space preserves items inside. 32 mana Tier 6 Time Stop

- Caster leaves spacetime. They may remove and place things back in spacetime.

- You may control the flow of time in the demiplane.

- You may summon in willing living creatures.

- This automatically triggers if you take significant damage. 200 mana to cast.

Variable cost to move items in and out. Tier 6 Teleport.

- Teleports the caster or a willing creature.

- You may cast this on an unwilling creature if they are within ten meters.

- You may teleport inside an object, causing the matter to push outward.

200 mana for the caster.

400 mana for a willing creature.

1000 mana for an unwilling creature with no resistance.

- Short range casts cost less mana.

Tier 3 Attire Swap

- Locked to a single outfit. Current outfit set to Magical Girl Uniform.

- Attire cleaned on swap.

- Attire repaired on swap. 20 mana. Tier 3 Enhanced Body

-Caster’s body is enhanced by a factor of eight. 2 mana per caster second. Tier 2 Enchanting.

- Enchantments last twice as long. Variable cost. Tier 2 Potions.

- Potions last twice as long. Variable cost. Tier 1 Free casting

- Cast any spell you can replicate. Variable cost. Penalty of 8x mana. Tier 1 Familiar Manifestation. 20 mana to cast. 1 mana for each additional minute.