Spending My Retirement In A Game

"I can't believe... That all of that happened..." Morrom muttered quietly as he downed some more of his liquor and stared forward, still constantly trying to figure out if he could find any clue at that the small Dragon next to Eisen was seriously an artificially created creature instead of a real dragon, "Especially the part with you using a Dungeon to create life..."

"Well, you probably heard about it, didn't you?" Eisen asked with his brows raised, and the others looked at him confused. "Heard what exactly?" Folmirra then inquired nervously, and the old man just smirked.

"The Dungeon that appeared outside of town today?" The old man added as he slowly leaned forward and rubbed the underside of Fafnir's maw.

"Hm? Wait, wait, ye're saying THAT was this dragon? But how? It's so tiny!" Denmir exclaimed with a bit of doubt in his voice, so Eisen just looked at Fafnir and winked. "Come on, show'em, bud. And please, the small version, alright?" Eisen suggested, and the Dragon annoyedly stood up and stretched its body before walking up in front of the table where he swiftly rolled up as a stone-brick door was constructed from bottom to top.

"Let's take a little After-Drink walk, shall we?" The old man chuckled as he stood up and opened the door inside of the gate, swiftly stepping inside the reception area, as the others slowly followed him.

"'D-Dis is spacial magic? Oh, the Dragon is a link to the Dungeon!" Denmir exclaimed, thinking that he finally understood it, but Eisen shook his head in response. "Not at all. It's just like I said a couple of times before, Fafnir himself is the Dungeon." Eisen explained, and the other Half or full-dwarfs behind him couldn't help but look around wondrously.

"I ain't a craftsman meself, but this... this even astounds me, old man..." Gralmar muttered quietly, before he quickly noticed the Goblins sitting behind the counter, playing with cards that Eisen made and sold sometimes.

"W-What are those?" He asked as he pointed his hand forward, and Eisen just smiled. "Dungeon Goblins. Don't worry, they're totally harmless. Can be a bit rude... But Customer service, eh?" The old man chuckled, and then stopped quite swiftly and looked down toward Gralmar, the Innkeeper that was also part of the customer service in that Inn. "Sorry." He smiled wrily, but the Dwarf just shook his head without hesitation.

"Heh, don't worry about it... Ye're right."

"Hmm, so through here starts the actual dungeon, then?" Jekyll asked curiously as he slightly drunkenly stumbled over toward the door next to the counters to open them up, but Sigurd quickly appeared in front of him and shook its head as it opened the door for the Half-Dwarf.

"Sorry to say, but that's not the case. First is the town, and then comes the Dungeon." The Core Guardian pointed out with a rather strict and cold expression, and Jekyll turned around with a frown. "What kinda town's the twerp speakin' about."

"Twerp? You wanna say that again? You know I can instantly create a gate and throw you into the boss room, right?" The Guardian replied with a frown, before Eisen walked up to them to break this small fight up.

"Stop it, you two. And yes, Sigurd was speaking about a town. Well, it's more of a 10-House village than anything, but it's probably going to end up growing a little." The old man pointed out as he stepped out of the door, waiting for the others to follow him before they saw the night-sky above them as simple decorations illuminated the paths and the different houses.

"Oh... Holy mother of..." Morrom muttered quietly as he looked around himself, really not believing his eyes. "Holy Mother of Art, huh? Yeah, Evalia did a pretty great job painting the sky here." The old man pointed out, and the five others immediately snapped their necks at him.

"The Sky is a painting?" Folmirra asked in shock, and the old man nodded with a smirk. "Mhm, it is. All of the other open-space rooms were made in a similar way, but Evalia didn't have to hand-paint all that."

"You appeared a couple of months ago with no memories, and ye've already accomplished somethin' this amazin'..." Denmir muttered quietly, before he suddenly felt something rub up to his side.

"Oh, well this is a familiar face! Aulu, ain't that right?" Denmir asked with a smile on his face as he leaned down to rub through the Automaton's fur, and she quickly pushed her body further onto him to get even more and more intense rubs.

"Hm? Wait, ain't she a little too... Animated?" The Dwarf asked confused, so Eisen just nodded his head in response. "Oh, yeah, that's because of the Wolf Soul I placed into her body a while ago."

And now, it seemed like Eisen said something even weirder than anything he said before, because the five others, although Gralmar really the least of them all as he wasn't a Craftsman, looked at Eisen intensely.

"Eisen, do you mean you have an Ego-Golem Creation skill?" Morrom asked, so Eisen raised his brows in surprise and shook his head. "Not directly." He said, swiftly walking up to a part of the wooden wall built around this town to make the fake sky more believable, swiftly pulling on part of it to open the hidden door up, just to reveal the item storage placed behind there, immediately showing the others numerous different items, most of which were the Ego-Items Eisen created en-masse just to level his skill up.

"I have the 'Ego-Item Creation' Skill. I can make any type of Ego-Item." He pointed out, and then looked over at Aulu, "Whether it's an Ego-Golem," He started as he pulled the white Multi-tool from his apron and summoned his Black Greatsword from his Soul Storage, ", or Sword or Tool," And then, he held forward his arm, showing off the Accessory-Gaunlet as well as the Charm-Necklace that he wore as a bracelet, "Or even Jewelry and Charms..." He pointed out, while the four Grandmasters in front of him looked at each other surprised.

"Didn't you say you're just level 200?" Folmirra inquired, so Eisen nodded his head in response. "Mhm, I am. I know it's on the early side, but is it such a big deal?" The old man asked surprised, so the others nodded their heads immediately.

"Of course it is! I have Ego-Smithin', Folmirra Ego-Tailoring, Jekyll Ego-Leatherwork, and Morrom Ego-Core Creation! Havin' a skill that can make any sort of Ego Item is nearly unheard of!" The Dwarven Blacksmith exclaimed, and Eisen raised his brows confused. "Huh, I wasn't aware of that... Well, either way, that's how it is. Sorry..." The old man said with a wry smile, and the others just stared at him, before looking at each other nervously.

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"Got it? Ye... Ye're not gonna go 'round just telling random people 'bout who ye are... righ-right?" Denmir asked as he leaned against the wall, obviously having had a little bit too much to drink to even walk properly as Eisen tried to lead him out of the Inn, looking over toward Gralmar with a smile.

"Sorry about these guys, I think the news hit them a little harder than they hit you." He apologized, trying to make sure that none of those four suddenly went off anywhere on their own, something that really didn't seem like a good idea considering their current, completely drunken state, where Eisen was even unsure how they were even able to properly walk.

Although, saying they were able to 'properly' walk might be a little bit too much as well, as they weren't really doing so in what you can even call a crooked line... It was more of a dented egg than anything. If anything at all. Morrom was actually out cold, so Eisen was carrying him right now.

"Ah, don't ye worry about that... I didn't understand most of what ye all talked about toward the end anyway, so there's no wonder I didn't freak out as much... Although, it be still a great honor to be able to call someone like ya me friend, Eisen." The Dwarven Innkeeper admitted with a smile on his lips, before the old man himself just slightly chuckled in response.

"Likewise, Gralmar. I'm just going to bring these guys home, and then I will be right back. Thanks for preparing the rooms for us." Eisen said, looking up at the windows of the rooms the Dwarf prepared for them, where all the others were already sleeping, while Eisen chose to go and bring these four away alone, although Kirisho also chose to tag along. It had still been pretty full in the Bar area though, so she retreated to her Amulet for a little while out of nervosity.

"Don't'cha worry yer old head about it. Ye're older than I thought ye were, so let's hope ya ain't gonna go senile or get OWD on the way." Gralmar said with a smile, and Eisen raised his brows at hearing an unfamiliar term, although he simply passed it off as a 'disease' in this world that he didn't know if yet. It made sense that there were more diseases like that here, considering the crazy mutations that even living beings undergo in their lifetime... What must Mana do to bacteria?

Either way, for now, Eisen just made his way through town, quickly bringing away each of the four Grandmasters to their home, even helping some of them inside into their rooms before leaving them to sleep off their drunkenness before their next workday, and soon, Eisen made his way back to the Inn, at which point Kirisho finally stepped out of her amulet.

"Are you alright?" She asked with a light smile as she looked at Eisen, who had a rather exhausted expression on his face right now, now that there was nobody to notice whether or not he was smiling anymore.

For some reason, he completely forgot about Kirisho... And he didn't care much whether she saw this side of him either. It wasn't that he didn't care about her opinion, he simply felt comfortable when she was around, so he didn't feel like he had to hide it.

"I'm not sure if I am, to be completely honest here." The old man admitted with a slight, bitter smile, and Kirisho looked at him surprised.

"Did anything happen? Is it about what Gralmar said before?" She asked concerned, but Eisen swiftly shook his head with a laugh. "No, no, it's not tha-"

"Don't worry, we all know you aren't going to go Senile anytime soon, and Otherworld Disease isn't that bad to handle!" She exclaimed, trying to comfort Eisen, but the old man just stopped in his step and stared at Kirisho intensely.

"Other...world Disease?" Eisen repeated questioningly, and Kirisho nodded her head. "Oh, haven't you heard of it? It was a big thing even while I lived... You start to strongly believe that there is another world other than this one. The Details are pretty coherent, so people think it's somehow magical in nature." She explained with a smile, simply trying to bring Eisen onto another topic, but the old man just stared at Kirisho intensely.

"Tell me everything about that Disease that you know."