Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out? Chapter 2002: Important Conversations

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Following Andromeda’s birth, a profound shift swept through my entire Dungeon—and even areas beyond it. This tiny dungeon goddess brought about a brand-new era for everyone involved, though the transformation wasn’t instantly visible on the surface.

The changes went beyond just Yggdra’s evolution or Andromeda’s appearance. The Dungeon was undergoing its own evolution. Yggdra had mentioned it would soon transform into something much grander than before—maybe a real tree—after she fused part of her being into it while birthing the Dungeon’s Avatar.

And naturally, I couldn’t overlook the key bombshell Yggdra had let slip 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’d run into Spirits previously, but it never dawned on me they had their own pantheon. After all, I’d met the Spirit King in person, yet he never sent an invite! Yggdrasil named me her knight, but she never brought it up either.

What’s required to get one? I already have budding divinity! Are my Familiars just that overpoweringly mighty, or is Yggdra exceptionally extraordinary?

As my companions chose to venture out for the day, I stayed behind a bit longer with Yggdra to probe deeper into her revelations.

"The Avalonian Court?" Yggdra cocked her head in contemplation. "I got an invitation right after evolving. I was suddenly in a garden overflowing with flowers. A huge moth addressed me, saying I was invited—together with my master." She hesitated. "Hm, I’m not sure. It doesn’t seem accessible to just any demigod. If neither you nor your divine weapons received one, some unique condition must apply that only I met initially."

"It could be because you’re a Spirit," Scarlet suggested, positioned right next to her. "Or more precisely, not purely a spirit—you’re a blend of countless elements. Mostly a divine spirit tree akin in certain aspects to Yggdrasil herself, but with a soul that’s truly a spirit—one capable of expanding, developing, and even splitting apart. And that ignores your ability to sustain multiple bodies."

"That might well be it," Yggdra concurred, nodding. "Upon evolving, I linked more deeply with the Dungeon. It turned into an extension of myself, another form. Birthing Andromeda strengthened that connection even more. I might still count as a divine spirit tree, yet I’m a fusion of various essences. I’ve even produced another true god—the second-ever dungeon god, born naturally from a spirit god like me, unlike... whatever origins the other gods have. I’m pretty sure they aren’t Spirits, though."

"Hm." I nodded, eyeing Armageddon, who quietly gazed at the peaceful splendor of the Divine Realm on the first floor. "Hey, Armageddon, share something with me. Do you recall the gods’ makeup—or how they forged you?"

"...I recall certain details," she answered softly. "I only dealt with a few during my stint in their fleet, but I know the Gods form an entirely distinct species from this world’s natives. Aliens, you might say. They hail from another planet with wholly alien biology. How they gained divinity? No idea. It doesn’t seem derived purely from faith. Still, as a super-advanced, star-traveling civilization, Terrarium clearly wasn’t their first stop—from all you’ve witnessed, you get that."

"No, I get that..." I muttered, quieting down briefly. "We’ve crossed paths with ’aliens’ from far-off worlds in the Sea of Stars already—Slimes like Pyuku and his kin, or those metallic golden giant sphinxes like Sphynxiette Satarkpulk, a fighter from the Hegenemeia People."

"I wonder how they’re faring," Yggdra murmured gently. "It’s been ages since our last encounter."

"Mom handed me a letter from them—sort of a letter; it was really a huge stone slab they etched their words onto," I clarified. "Sphynxiette and her folk settled in a modest village near Agartha, within a mountain. My grandfather allowed their construction there and put them under his safeguard. No one can trespass or attack them—though few could anyway. After sufficient feeding and regaining their peak, they’re immensely powerful and tough."

"Ah, that’s great news!" Alice exclaimed next to me. "I’d been concerned about them. Relieved they’ve settled into mountain life."

"To some extent, they’ve taken a liking to this world," I went on. "They wander the mountains or nearby woods on leisurely walks. Every now and then, they spread their massive wings to fly, yet they always stay close by. They realize it’s much safer to stick within their allotted territory for the moment."

"It’s truly amazing that such an ancient race as the Hegenemeia received citizenship in the Elven Kingdom and their very own territory from your father," Alice noted. "Your grandfather is indeed a remarkable leader—one who truly looks after his subjects, even those hailing from Cloudia, I suppose."

"But why settle in the mountains?" Ignatius questioned, arching a brow. "Why not a desert region? I’m pretty certain there’s a huge flat expanse past Agartha that stretches into a drier zone—not a complete desert, but..."

"That’s because they must devour metals, nutrient-packed stones, and the like," I clarified. "The Hegenemeia resemble living golems—not the mindless kind that operate on their own, but since their bodies are mainly made of tough, dense metals, crystals, and rocks. Legend has it their blood is the rarest metal across the cosmos. Their original planet was... ruined. I’m not sure if it got totally obliterated, but their kind was captured and enslaved for ages, made to bleed without end. With blood that’s pure metal, they naturally crave metals, stones, crystals to eat. The catch is their hunger is insatiable. Back on their enormous homeworld, there were living metallic beasts, stone creatures, and crystal lifeforms that regrew way quicker than regular ore veins. We fixed their problem by placing them in mountains brimming with fast-regenerating spirit crystal layers and all sorts of magical ores. The region swarms with wild golem beasts, stone and earth elementals, crystal spirits, plus other earth- and stone-based monsters. It was a perilously unexplored hazard before. These days, the Hegenemeia hunt there without risk and feed themselves without tapping our supplies. In exchange, they wipe out monsters that could overrun and endanger surrounding settlements. The crown once paid mercenaries for that work, but now with them around, the kingdom actually cuts costs."

"Wow, that’s really something," Alice exclaimed. "But let’s get back to the key matter. Armageddon—on the makeup of the gods and how they forged you, the mighty spirits?"

"Hm." Armageddon appeared truly captivated by the talk of the otherworldly clan. "I think they gained a unique power back on their home planet. I don’t know a lot more than that, but I faintly overheard once that long ago, gods were ordinary and feeble beings, just like you fragile humans. A handful then unlocked tremendous strength on their world and refined it into the divinity we know today."

"But what made them abandon their planet?" Scarlet wondered.

"Probably an invasion by some completely different force," I responded. "I believe they faced an assault. The details escape me, but I glimpsed bits when peeking into Nephilim’s memories, didn’t I?"

"..." Nephilim stayed quiet, her gaze far-off and vacant. It was obvious she held back more knowledge.

"Um, Nephilim?" I inquired softly.

"...Yes, you’re correct, Sylphy," she replied with a soft sigh. "After my evolution, my recollections sharpened immensely. I... recall so much more now. Way more. And every bit feels incredibly sharp."

"...!" I exclaimed in shock. "Wait, for real?! Then..."

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