Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

Chapter 2002: Important Conversations

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After Andromeda’s birth, it felt as though everything in my Dungeon—and even beyond it—had shifted in some profound way. The little goddess of dungeons ushered in an entirely new era for us all, even if the change wasn’t immediately obvious on the surface.

It wasn’t only Yggdra’s evolution or Andromeda’s arrival. The Dungeon itself was evolving. Yggdra had hinted that it would soon become something far greater than before—a literal tree, perhaps—now that she had merged part of her existence into it while simultaneously giving birth to the Dungeon’s Avatar.

And of course, I couldn’t forget the crucial revelation Yggdra had casually dropped earlier.

“The Avalonian Court is the Pantheon that encompasses all Divine Spirits, Spirit Kings, Spirit Queens, and Spirit Gods—essentially every god born from this world. Not the invaders from the Sea of Stars.”

I had encountered Spirits before, but I never realized they had their own pantheon. I mean, I literally met the Spirit King himself, and he never extended an invitation! Yggdrasil crowned me her knight, yet even she never mentioned it.

What exactly does it take to receive one? I already possess developing divinity! Are my Familiars simply that overwhelmingly powerful, or is Yggdra just ridiculously exceptional?

While my friends decided to head out for the day, I lingered a little longer with Yggdra to press her about everything she had revealed.

“The Avalonian Court?” Yggdra tilted her head thoughtfully. “I received an invitation the moment I evolved. I suddenly found myself in a garden of endless flowers. A giant moth spoke to me and said I was invited—alongside my master.” She paused. “Hm, I’m not sure. It doesn’t seem like something just any demigod can access. If even you or your divine weapons weren’t invited, there must be a specific requirement only I could fulfill at first.”

“It could be because you’re a Spirit,” Scarlet offered, sitting close beside her. “Or rather, not exactly a spirit—you’re a fusion of so many things. Primarily a divine spirit tree comparable in some ways to Yggdrasil herself, yet you also possess a soul that is literally a spirit—one that can expand, grow, and even separate from itself. And that’s without considering how you can maintain multiple bodies.”

“That might indeed be the reason,” Yggdra agreed with a nod. “When I evolved, I became connected to the Dungeon in a deeper way. It became part of me, a new body. And when I gave birth to Andromeda, that bond intensified even further. I may still be classified as a divine spirit tree, but I am also an amalgamation of many things. I have even given birth to another true god—the second-ever god of dungeons, naturally born from a spirit god like myself instead of… whatever the origins of the other gods might be. Though I’m fairly certain they are not Spirits.”

“Hm.” I nodded, glancing at Armageddon, who stood silently admiring the serene beauty of the Divine Realm on the first floor. “Hey, Armageddon, tell me something. Do you remember how the gods were composed—or how they created you?”

“…I do remember some things,” she replied quietly. “I never interacted with more than a handful during my time in their fleet, but I know the Gods are a completely different species from the native beings of this world. You could call them aliens. They come from another planet and possess entirely different biology. As for how they attained divinity? I don’t know. It doesn’t appear to have come solely through faith. Then again, they are a highly advanced, space-faring civilization. From everything you’ve seen in your life, you already know Terrarium was never the first planet they encountered.”

“No, I know that…” I murmured, falling silent for a moment. “We’ve met ’aliens’ from distant planets in the Sea of Stars before—Slimes like Pyuku and his people, or the metallic golden giant sphinxes like Sphynxiette Satarkpulk, a warrior of the Hegenemeia People.”

“I wonder how they’re doing,” Yggdra said softly. “It’s been a long time since we last saw them.”

“Mom gave me a letter they wrote for me—well, you could call it a letter, but it was actually a massive stone slab they carved their message into,” I explained. “Sphynxiette and her people settled in a small village near Agartha, inside a mountain. My grandfather granted them permission to build there and placed them under protection. No one can enter or harm them—though honestly, not many could anyway. Once they’ve fed enough and returned to their prime, they’re incredibly strong and resilient.”

“Ah, that’s wonderful to hear!” Alice said beside me. “I was a little worried about them. I’m glad they’ve adapted to life in the mountains.”

“They’ve grown fond of this world to some degree,” I continued. “They take strolls through the mountains or nearby forests. They enjoy flying with their enormous wings from time to time, but they never stray too far. They understand it’s safer to remain within their designated territory for now.”

“It’s still astonishing that a species as ancient as the Hegenemeia was granted citizenship in the Elven Kingdom and even their own territory by your father,” Alice remarked. “Your grandfather truly is a great ruler—someone who genuinely cares for his people, even those who came from Cloudia, I believe.”

“But why the mountains?” Ignatius asked, raising an eyebrow. “Couldn’t they live in a desert area instead? I’m fairly sure there’s a vast flatland beyond Agartha that leads to a more arid region—not quite a full desert, but…”

“It’s because they need to consume metals, stones rich in nutrients, things like that,” I explained. “The Hegenemeia are like living golems—not in the mindless, autonomous sense, but because they’re primarily composed of hard, heavy metals, crystals, and stones. Their blood is supposedly the most precious metal in the universe. Their home planet was… devastated. I don’t recall if it was completely destroyed, but their people were kidnapped and enslaved for centuries, forced to bleed endlessly. Since their very blood is metal, they obviously need to ingest metals, stones, crystals. The problem is their appetite is voracious. On their world, which was immensely vast, there existed living metallic, stone, and crystal fauna that regenerated far faster than natural ore deposits. We solved their issue by settling them in mountains rich in quickly growing spirit crystal sediments and various magical ores. The area is also teeming with natural golem monsters, stone, earth, and crystal elementals, and other earth- and stone-type creatures. It’s actually a very dangerous zone we never fully explored before. Now the Hegenemeia can hunt there safely and sustain themselves without draining our resources. In return, they eliminate monsters that would otherwise overpopulate and threaten nearby villages. The crown used to hire mercenaries for those tasks, but with them present, the kingdom is actually saving money.”

“Wow, that’s impressive,” Alice said. “But we should return to the main topic. Armageddon—about the composition of the gods and how they created you, the great spirits?”

“Hm.” Armageddon seemed genuinely interested in the discussion of the alien tribe. “I believe they acquired some form of special power on their original planet. I don’t know much beyond that, but I once overheard—barely—that in the distant past, gods were common and weak creatures, much like you frail humans. Then a few awakened immense power on their world and developed it into what we now recognize as divinity.”

“But why did they leave their planet?” Scarlet asked.

“Most likely because it was invaded by something else entirely,” I replied. “I think they were under attack. I don’t remember the details clearly, but I caught glimpses of something when I viewed Nephilim’s memories, right?”

“…” Nephilim remained silent, her eyes distant and unfocused. She clearly knew more than she had shared.

“Um, Nephilim?” I asked gently.

“…Yes, you’re right, Sylphy,” she answered with a quiet sigh. “When I evolved, my memories became incredibly clear. I… remember far more now. Much more. And it’s all so vivid.”

“…!” I gasped. “Wait, really?! Then…”

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