To the layman, there are many things here that might be considered “red flags.” The corpse of a demigod, its absurdly high level, or its literally limitless vitality would most likely make someone incredibly cautious. After all, the [Demigod] didn’t die of old age. Normally thinking people would attempt to discover what killed him, in case it might kill them as well.

But I’ve seen some crazy shit and the corpses of former gods are much less interesting than the reason that the entire floor of this tower is covered in fluffy carpet.

And that reason is that the corpse on the ground in front of me and the fluffiness of the carpet paint an interesting picture, the import of which escapes me. .

I am bothered, and had been since the moment I teleported to the tower. The fluffy carpet was far fluffier than normal. Nay, it was too fluffy. The sheer softness that I felt walking on it was amazing. The way it caressed my skin was exceptional on its own.

Still, my curiosity raged, piqued, but now it all makes sense. Everything makes sense now. All of it.

Because…

“Mimir is a Nudist.”

The words escape my lips as I stare at the dead skeletal body. At the complete and total lack of clothing anywhere. No shoes, socks, robes. Absolutely nothing. The only exception is two rings near his hand bones.

But, those aren’t classified as clothes, and thus my realization stands. He was a nudist, one which covered every bit of floor with the most luxurious feeling carpet I have ever felt.

Do I feel jealous? Yes, I absolutely do. And who wouldn’t when you have such amazing carpeting?

“Chosen of Hermes. Mimir is in the arcane forge section of the laboratory. Please make your delivery with haste.”

I roll my eyes at the tower as it asks me to deliver something to a corpse. Granted, its message is not wrong. Mimir is technically at the arcane forge and has probably been here for the last fifty years.

With a sigh, I kneel down to examine the rings on the floor.

My mouth goes slack as I read the item’s ability. I then look at my own stats and see that my current soul stat is 4151. Which, if I were to activate the ability, I would have over two million worths of mana to use in ten minutes.

“Holy shit,” I say aloud as I look at Mimir and how crazy this item must have been on him. The strength of someone’s soul is directly proportional to how long they have existed. Considering Mimir is a god, his soul stat may have even been in the millions.

With a slow movement, I lean forward and grab the rather simple looking green ring that looks to be made purely of crystal. I then place the ring on one of my fingers and immediately feel a rush of mana entering me as the passive effect almost makes my mana regeneration double. The active effect will eventually need to be tested later though.

“Now then.”

I turn to the next ring and read its description.

I blink as a smile crawls itself onto my face.

“Really, that’s it? No giant monstrosity to destroy? No crazy magic bullshit? Just put on a ring and control everything? I want to say that I’m kind of disappointed, but then again…” I look down at a corpse whose bones I lack any feasible way to destroy. ”I really do not want to fight a former god. I’m pretty sure I would lose… lose hard actually.”

Yeah, easy is fine.

As I begin moving the ring to my finger, I stop. The ring is inches away before I realize that I may get myself killed.

Mimir is dead. He is a corpse and the only thing that has any chance of killing him would be Babel. On that note, the ring should give full authority and control of the tower to the wearer, but maybe something went wrong. Maybe I’d die too if I put on the ring.

“Damn it. Not easy then.” I mumble as I continue looking around for something. Eventually, my eyes land on the pedestal that is connected to the Arcane forge and only a foot away from the corpse.

My eyes then land on a glowing collar made of various colored crystals.

“Oh shit, “I curse.

I stare at his body for a full five seconds before the giggling starts.

“He wasn’t killed by the tower…” I say as I laugh, “The fucking system murdered his ass!”

It all makes sense now. Rapeball is annoyed with me for constantly fucking with the system, but me having the [Hero] class has his metaphorical hands tied. The fact that they can’t remove an unauthorized item, but they can kill the creator of it speaks volumes.

With a smile, I lean forward and pick up the collar, finding the thing rather light. If my guess is right, putting it on me right now will give me two systems, which is a big nono. Which will result in Rapeball showing up and… well, I don’t really know. He might offer me a better class, skill, or he might do something that could be detrimental to me. Right now, it’s a needless risk.

What it does mean, however, is that I’ve got a way to summon him now.

“Hmmm…” I idly examine the collar. “Well, I guess I’ll just give it to Jessica. I’m sure she’ll like it. After all, she’d worn one for an entire year.”

With my curiosity sated, I look to my other hand and stare at the [Ring of Babel]. A ring that would give me ultimate power over the dungeon… maybe. I know that Babel supplies the mana to the dungeon, but what else it does is still up in the air.

With a sigh, I put the ring on my finger.

Really? That’s a thing? Why does it eve- nevermind. I don’t care, nor do I want to know.

“Um, Enter?”

“The fuck?” I say, looking at a bunch of words. With a mental command, I open up the Notification tab.

I look at the notifications, reading through them, chuckling at the most recent one. Apparently, not even an all-powerful dungeon is able to figure out my status.

With another mental command and a bit of searching through the settings, I come across a very interesting page.

With a chuckle, I erase his name and then replace it with mine.

A moment after I save the changes, a new screen pops up into my vision.

Right as I read the last line, I feel it in my soul, the shudders of reality when a god enforces his will upon the world. A feeling that had taken me over ten summons to notice.

I sigh as I turn away from the pedestal and watch as a portal opens.

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“Well, Quasi Elduo, it has indeed been a while,” exclaims Loki as he strolls through the portal in a red suit with his usual small tophat on his head.

Quasi gazes at him, his hands creating fists.

“I must admit, yo-”

“Loki!” He yells, interrupting whatever the god was going to say.

He raises an eyebrow, confused.

“You think I fucking forgot?” he exclaims.

“I don’t know wh-”

“SHUT UP, YOU STEALING PILE OF SHIT!”

The god opens his mouth but has no idea what is happening.

The [Hero] points with his hand, a movement that would be considered far more aggressive if he wasn’t completely naked.

“YOU THINK I FORGOT, HUH!?

“GUESS WHAT, FUCKHEAD!? I DIDN’T!”

At this point, the God of Chaos, well known for his unpredictability, can only stare at his summoned [Hero] with a look of complete and utter bafflement. He was not expecting… whatever this is.

“I beli-”

“LOKI!” the [Hero] screams, interrupting the god once more.

“WHERE!

“THE FUCK!

“IS!

“MY!

“CHAIR!”