Legend sighed, more paperwork having been placed on his desk.
Somehow, the fact that even in this time of crisis paperwork could thrive... how depressing.
He looked up at the assistant as he entered. "Yes?"
The man looked more than a bit awkward. "Sir, a group claiming to be dimensional adventurers are asking permission to raise a prayer totem altar to connect to their Deity and allow reinforcements to arrive."
Legend groaned into his desk, laying limp on the wood surface. "We have multiple planets lacking food, clean water, and building supplies. How do they keep finding alcohol!?"
His assistant shuffled. "Personally I find it more than a little believable at this point."
The last Triumvirate gave the man a dry look. "Any particular reason?"
The guy shrugged. "Aside from their odd powers, they have documentation signed by their version of Rebecca Costa-Brown that matches known security codes. And one of the party members looks like the twin of a hero I KNOW died during Golden Morning."
With barely a pause, Legend shoved the paperwork off his desk as he strode after his assistant.
Either this was an impossible event or it was a Master Parahuman attempting to stage a trap... either way, it was more important than paperwork.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Taylor frowned. "Adam, I think your design system is broken."
He looked up from his own tinkering. "How so?"
She pushed the holographic screen his way, tapping on some buttons. "Some of the Quests I put up went missing. Watch, I'll put in the Quest to discover coal deposits again."
Adam hummed as the line item barely showed up before vanishing. "No, it is operating as intended."
Her frown deepened. "How on Earth is THIS useful!? I can't flesh out my ideas if things disappear every few seconds."
He shrugged. "Well what do you expect? After the Quest is accepted, it can't stay around cluttering things up. I guess I can leave a log of who is attempting which task... Good idea Taylor, this could help with documentation."
She blinked. "Wait, why would that matter? Until we go live, testing shouldn't even really be involved yet."
He shook his head. "Nah, I'm a busy guy. I activated our changes several hours ago. Team 'Avenging Apples' found the local leadership fifteen minutes ago and set up more than a few of my 'Transfer Node' altars, so the amount of Adventurers able to access and accept quests have gone up a lot by now."
Taylor's hands were frozen over the interface apparently controlling the actions of thousands of teams from another reality as Adam continued to ramble on. "Plus side, your version of Legend is now able to communicate to the leaders of my Realm and has been adding Quests to the new DA Questing System. Not just requests for resources or extra work forces, but he added many people to the 'Contacting people of interest' page."
Adam continued to modify stuff as the woman stared at him. "Yeah, your Legend was having issues organizing the Heroes spread out over all the various Earths right now, finding people, verifying who is where and what not."
Taylor watched Adam suddenly brighten up. "HA! Dragon and Narwhal have basically reformed our Guild into the base of the new DA Guild! Neat! And it means that I don't have to waste time finding people to run the thing. Man, this was a great idea."
She grit her teeth. "And my quests? Were there any results yet?"
Adam blinked. "Didn't you check your inbox?"
Taylor growled even as she exited 'Developer mode'... and saw the blinking email icon. Apparently Alerts were disabled during development of a LIVE INTERDIMENSIONAL FAITH BASED QUESTING SYSTEM.
Her finger hesitated though. Fears old and recent made the act of pressing such a simple button feel like she was actively hurting her people... that if she just ignored it, they wouldn't be hurt or dead.
But fear never held her back before.
With gritted teeth, she opened her notifications and forced calm as she methodically read each item.
Her father lived.
As did Lisa, Rachel, Foil, Aisha, Parian, even Victoria and Amy were alive...
Dragon's status was unknown, but assumed alive from the Quest results.
Brian died during the battle. So did Kid Win.
Clockblocker... might be dead. Something was preventing the Quest from being confirmed as passed away... it was odd.
As the names and results of the massive battle were confirmed, she... well, she wasn't sure how she felt. Then again, she had grown used to pain over the years.
Queen Administrator's hug was welcome though.
She never noticed when she fell asleep, nor when Adam covered her with a thick blanket and wiped away her tears.
But in the arms of her partner, her sleep was dreamless.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam ensured the air would be warm enough and Taylor's area would be silenced... then sighed as he turned towards his interfaces.
Apparently, the new 'Development Mode' he built disabled message alerts.
Hesitantly... he exited to the main interface.
And winced.
Yeah, he had more than a few messages from his girls. And based on the humor he felt from Simmy right now, it implied that yes, he was probably in trouble.
As he read through each message, seeing the progression from surprise, to concern, to annoyance... to calm 'We will discuss this thoroughly at a later point'. Yeah, he was in trouble.
With a sigh, he began writing a list of answers and reasons... and why was Narwhal talking about rules for including outside couples in the harem!?
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Legend was unsure how to feel about the situation.
"And sign here, and there... Now confirm that you agree with the terms..."
But honestly, knowing that in his most dire time of need, another option appeared that could potentially save his people...
"No, you need to check those boxes. Cause you want them to include an area assessment of the places you are sending them out to explore. That one too, you want samples when possible."
Well, it was a pleasant surprise.
"Right, that will do it!"
Legend watched as the signed contract was placed on a bone altar, a soft squishy striped doll of some sort of elephant/tiger/thing placed on top.
Then the altar pulsed with blue fire... and the doll had changed color slightly. The altar glowed a bit as well. Creepy.
The leader of the new 'DA Guild Hall' gave a sharp nod. "And there you go! These local quests are now posted to the System, and can be accessed by our members. If any go unaddressed for a period of time, the reward will increase until it hits the limit you listed, then we will contact you if it remains unaccepted by the deadline. We can renegotiate per item at that time."
Legend smiled. "Thank you for guiding me through this... setup. Again."
The man laughed heartily. "No problem! I never got to meet our Legend in person, so this is a bit of neat moment for myself as well. Anyway, my team was specifically picked due to our professions, and my builders need us to give them room to start building the facilities around the altar."
Legend nodded, following the team leader towards the property edge. Thankfully, one thing his people DID have right now was real estate, even if the visitors clearly overpaid for permission to build a temple. And knew it.
It was odd, he thought, to imagine a world where EVERYONE could CHOOSE their powers. Even though it clearly had advantages... watching the 'Storage' users just hand out tools and materials for the Builders to levitate, bind, modify, and more... was like watching an artist preform.
Not sure about the nude blue angel statues though. Maybe it was a cultural thing?
Point being, Legend had been busy coordinating with what government organizations managed to hold together... and the ability to set requests for construction, for healing (SO MANY healers!), for these 'Transfer Nodes'...
Well, the visitors were VERY well received by nearly everyone.
Though the passage WAS a one way affair... no one could transfer back to these visitor's home reality without some sort of mandatory cleaning and conversion process and the approval of some 'Queen Administrator'.
And that name FELT familiar somehow, though it was somewhat hard to place.
It was probably a normal name of not much importance.
Apparently the woman was some sort of local Admin for the System, the contact for people who needed to interact with the other side of the Transfer Node network.
Clearly she was busy getting everything set up, but for some reason Tattletale's reaction to the news had been... a bit off. Not necessarily concerned... but VERY interested. Especially after the Thinker got a hold of the new 'Quest Listing' released by the local Guild Hall facilities.
Legend watched the building rapidly grow as it was constructed. If nothing else, allowing access to the other Earth's without needing Parahuman involvement was a massive benefit to the new tentative relationship with this DA Guild.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Adam decided that going home (And facing the music) was a great idea. Eventually.
Any minute now.
But since he HAD to make sure Taylor was alright (Stalling? Whose stalling? YOU'RE stalling!) he decided that this empty Earth, claimed by Queen Administrator anyway, could use some sprucing up. A bit of paint, some curtains, etc. A nice shrubbery.
A quick summon later, and Simmy flashed into existence on the rocky planet, his Faith socket allocated for her use.
Now to get started!
Then she 'Transferred' away.
...Huh.
Bah, he could get this started on his own.
His flesh evaporated as he expanded a bit, his body massive in scale as his skeletal was joined by dozens of skeletal limbs arcing over his back. Constructor beams began building worker drones in batches as Gather was used to clean up the local area. Reality shifted slightly as the ground faded away and new objects began construction.
After a few dozen assistant drones were formed, they were sent off to smooth down this rock. Any material would be used to make even more drones, until they reached around a million or so. That should take a while.
As the floating craft vanished into the air towards various directions, Adam continued some of what he had done back in Remnant: designing and modifying various schematics for cities, farms, commerce centers, and so forth.
Thankfully his 'Temple' for this Realm was designed already, so this place could get a few secured 'Transfer Nodes' crafted easily enough. Thus he could focus on more interesting things! Like how to fiddle about and craft some efficient and hopefully humane animal raising/harvesting methods. Fully automated, without going crazy and raising a sheep army or something. And he would set up a petting zoo, cause petting zoo's were awesome.
Push come to shove, Adam knew that he could cheat and make some meat production machines to support this planet... but he liked animals. Especially baby animals, which were both adorable AND delicious. But mostly adorable.
Probably would be best to raise the oxygen level for people who needed to breathe, or for those without the enhanced lungs of Taylor. And for the future animals as well, those needed less toxic air. The ambient temperature was pretty damn low too, probably due to the damaged atmosphere. Meh, should be easy enough to handle.
Adam sent some orders for the construction of several stupidly large machines on the planetary magnetic poles which would start pumping out some compressed gasses, get things back into working order. It would spawn massive storms and stuff, but the drones should interfere with the worst of those and locally he could keep things safe and quiet easy enough. Eventually the air and temperature should be back within workable zones. Just in case, some temperature adjustment devices would be included near the gas generators. No reason to leave things to chance.
Only a million drones however might take too long... but then again, he hadn't reached the cap yet. So maybe it was fine? Best wait to see what was needed as the changes progressed. He could always make more drones if needed.
He idly watched the sky, drones occasionally flying through his view and distant stars twinkling.
The lack of moon was odd. Should he build a fake one? Would that be too strange? Moons were big too, that would probably take time even with a lot of super advance drones with bizarre advanced beam technology.
He could dump some Dust up there and then smother it in kami. But that could do all kinds of strange crap to reality. Or damage this planet further. Best leave that alone for now.
Adam sighed. Yeah, best hold off on that until he got home and pushed himself closer to the 'sane' side of the spectrum. After all, no one had asked him to fix that moon back on Remnant, why should he go through the hassle of MAKING one here? It would probably cause problems. Somehow.
Meh, if it becomes an issue he could steal a moon from one of these alternate earths with no population. Probably.
Could he even 'capture' something that big? Especially since it wasn't a creature like Mister G. Cause he would feel stupid to go through all that trouble, attempt to consume a moon, and just fail like a wuss.
How much energy would 'Transferring' the moon take? The moon was like... 7.3 something times 10^22 kilograms. That was a lot of material to shove outside of reality. Even without worrying about the gravitational fields and stuff, how much magic/energy/etc did it take to move even a ton with his power?
Cause that was like... 8 times 10^19 tons or whatever. Which was a BIG number.
Maybe he could move it over time? But that would make him stuck here in 'annoying to visit' land for WAY too long. As it was, being so close to home BUT NOT QUITE THERE was causing him some mental issues that seemed to slowly worsen over time.
Clearly visiting alternate versions of realities he already visited would be... tricky. Certainly could not risk long trips to them, in the future. The 'Transfer Nodes' however were helping, it stabilized something inside him that was hard to define, but getting home was still high up on his priority list.
Hmm. Best way to move a moon here, if he didn't want to make one from scratch, would be to find TWO moons, nearly identical. It would be easy enough to sacrifice one massive rock to fuel the magic/energy/whatever to 'Transfer' the other.
And this Realm felt like unlimited levels of pancakes stacked over each other, so he had lots of moons to work with. Theoretically.
Problem was how it all interacted. He hadn't risked opening his senses this wide while in his home Reality, crazy space whales shouldn't be poked after all, and the number of dimensions overlapping had some strange type of interaction between each other. To the point where it felt squishy almost.
Not to the point of naturally forming wormholes or portals or whatever, but the metaphysical weight of one Earth seemed to somehow interact with every other Earth.
It wasn't well defined, not to Adam's slightly distracted consciousness, but it felt like reality was a bit... sticky. Tacky. Velcro-like.
It was why taking THIS moon over here would be easier than taking THAT moon over there, although they looked/seemed/felt like they were near identical, almost interchangeable.
It was odd.
His thoughts were derailed as Simmy popped back in, a floating Angel with multiple wings being dragged along... and then burped.
Adam blinked. Ignoring the local Simurgh, he accepted the note Simmy passed him.
And blinked again. "What do you MEAN you ate the rest!?"
Eating siblings is NOT COOL, MKAY!?