Aster''s capital world was... interesting.

    That was the best word Matt could describe it with, no matter how many times he visited.

    When he and Liz had been slated a fire aspected world, Aster had been dreaming of an ice version, but that was so improbable it may as well be impossible given that there weren’t any known ice aspected worlds over Tier 15, which would have been the absolute minimum for a primary ducal capital.

    She had mostly taken that in stride, which was why she had bought an un-Tiered world and had it delivered to her capital system, hoping Matt could turn it into an ice world someday.

    That didn’t mean her world didn’t have its own advantages.

    She had gotten a Tier 32 world on the brink of Tiering up to Tier 33 from the Federation.

    From their understanding, it had galled the Federation to give up such a high-Tier world but, as one of the three aggressors in the war, they along with the Sects and the Republic had been tasked with giving up the ducal capitals since it was their fault there were any buyouts to begin with.

    The logic was a bit muddled by the fact they had officially won the war, but Matt hadn’t gotten a say at the negotiation table and so couldn’t call out the hypocrisy.

    Matt liked the joke that, despite getting a normal world, she had still gotten a cold aspected one. The former Federation world had a distinct personality that would take generations to change.

    Where most Great Powers were happy to let their people design their worlds to their own aesthetics, a metric more or less governed by their Great Power’s control over culture, the Federation was much stricter in their allowances.

    That wasn’t to say that the world was the lifeless, flat, gray city blocks the movies typically portrayed Federation worlds as being dominated by. No, there was more variance and life in the world than that, but there was a kernel of truth in those movies.

    The world had been designed from the outset with nearly no allowance for organic growth.

    That wasn’t inherently unusual, as most high-Tier worlds had development plans, but the Federation took it a step beyond a simple general plan.

    Every street, every alley, every park, and every building had been planned for and then completed to an exacting standard which, from a ground level, gave the world a sense of sameness that those raised in its presence found comforting and those raised outside it uncanny.

    From his position as an immortal, let alone a planetary ruler himself, Matt could see what had happened and why.

    The world was basically a model for efficiency.@@@@

    Buildings were arranged in ways which formed communities reflective of the Federation caste system, which allowed each area to specialize to greater or lesser extents with the end goal of making things efficient.

    Distribution communities acted as the hubs of a wheel with the spokes being various production lines such as food, clothing, technology, or whatever else the government had decided needed to be produced.

    Between areas, in the gaps where something productive couldn’t be easily built, the designer of the planet had designed a variety of parks and other recreational activity spots to give people a place to relax outside their homes. Taking advantage of their unique shapes, the parks were each a work of art, and built to accommodate a particular number of people living nearby according to the design they had planned for.

    That was not at all how the Empire built cities or worlds.

    The Empire and most other Great Powers were willing to designate areas for particular production, but they didn’t so closely mandate space usage like the Federation did.

    That, combined with the Federation''s caste system, meant their former worlds often struggled to integrate.

    Aster''s world had it worse than most.

    Being a high Tier, the world was highly populated and, while some of the former Federation civilians had been transferred off world when her world was selected, most of the world''s inhabitants had not been so lucky.

    Instead, they were left to fend for themselves, and many of them clung to their old way of life feverishly.

    Ironically, the Federation’s policy of awakening everyone similar to the Empire had a negative effect, as most of their population on a higher-Tier world was Tier 3 or 4 and had the extended lifespans associated with the higher cultivation. ?Α?No??????Εs

    Aster had followed historical models and chosen a slower method of integration, not because she wanted to copy Matt and Liz’s disastrous efforts on Soerilia, but because Federation worlds were heavily indoctrinated and would lash out in incredibly unified numbers.

    The other way to deal with such disturbances was to either forcefully deport everyone and spread them out amount a thousand other worlds to break up their cohesion or direct action with led to a lot of dead civilians and generations of trauma.

    Their unity was respectable in theory but problematic in practice as what they lashed out at were things they saw as anathema to their former structured lives.

    One such thing being what Aster had complained about recently.

    “How have the job relocations been going?”

    Matt didn’t ask to make fun of one of her issues, but genuinely wanted to know how she was managing.

    The groan told him everything he needed to know.

    “Not great would be an understatement. People want to do the same jobs they were doing before they were transferred for some unknown reason. If I try to get them to make something actually useful, they complain; if I try to get them to move onto other things, even things they like, there is pushback. So much pushback. Ugh. If I need to hear that word one more time, I think I’ll pull out all of my hair. It''s always pushback. I pushed through my initiative to let people choose their own jobs and a whopping less than one percent took me up on the offer and those people have been basically ostracized by their families.”

    Liz winced. “So I take it they didn’t like the idea of them not having state-sponsored jobs very well?”

    Aster''s tail and ears drooped. “Not taking it well would be an understatement. Almost forty percent of the population simply went to work but sat in front of their machines the day after I floated the idea by local leadership. I even made it clear I wouldn''t allow outside businesses to bully their way into the local markets before said local markets got on their feet. At least beyond what local markets the Feds felt was useful to export but noooooo. I’m flat out evil for trying to give them a choice. I swear they can turn anything negative. I had a local former Leader caste dickhead tell me, and I quote, ‘taking away mandatory jobs is taking away guaranteed job security’. I wanted to strangle him. I’m genuinely afraid I’m going to have to wait out the three generations before I can make any substantial progress.”

    Matt winced but nodded.

    They had dealt with similar things but on greatly lesser scales if for no other reason than it was their vassal’s problems and not their own so they didn’t need to suffer though the minutiae and only got reports.

    Listening to Aster''s issue, he was happy they had gotten a Sect world for their capital where their overwhelming might had made things as easy as could be hoped for.

    Wanting to cheer her up, he said, “If there is any silver lining, it''s that most of the Tier 15s and higher stayed behind in the Federation. Think of how much worse it would be if they were here acting as cultural anchors.”

    Aster blew out a puff of air that shimmered and sparkled. “I know I should be grateful for that, but I struggle to muster the enthusiasm. Still, we are making progress. Surprisingly, the half caste system for the younger generation was taken pretty well. It will at least ensure the next generation is leaning towards an Empire mindset even with at-home indoctrination. Same with the media deregulation, if to a lesser extent. The kids like shiny new things if for no other reason than their parents don’t. It''s a foot in the door at least.”

    Their conversation came to a close as they entered one of the rift locations Aster had prepared for them.

    Her world being Tier 32 meant it had an abundance of Tier 29 rifts, thus they had their pick of the litter so to speak.

    It also had several notable rifts that had reputations.

    One such rift was known for its difficulty as well as its mystery; it was their obvious first delve.

    The rift being such a high Tier immediately had all three of them on edge from even before they entered, and the sight that greeted them did nothing to lower their guard.

    The rift was idyllic.

    Not a single thing over Tier 1 was to be found anywhere near the rift entrance. In fact, there wasn’t even a single instance of violence to be seen.

    The snake didn’t eat the rabbits it was nestled with, nor did the ants burrow into the tree log; their nest was next to it, but they didn’t carve out a home as their species should.

    Odder still was off in the distance: giants of various species, miles tall, walked amongst the landscape, but seemed to not hurt a single thing.

    “I don’t sense an illusion.”

    Aster''s comment was said in a flat matter-of-fact voice that did nothing to ease Matt’s tension.

    Something was wrong, and if the illusionist couldn’t pierce it, they might need to leave before they risked getting killed by something they never saw coming.

    That would be embarrassing, but they were delving three Tiers up and pushing their limits, and part of that was knowing when to back out of a dangerous situation.

    Still, it was too early to give up quite yet and so Matt threw millions of mana into analyzing the problem with his [AI] while feeling their surroundings with all of his senses, as well as all of his manipulation spells, hoping to find anything. Even a single data point could lead to unraveling the whole puzzle.

    As he was doing that, Liz leaned forward, spear at the ready, even as her phoenix self fluffed her wings, ready to launch herself forward.

    After a brief pause she thrust forward and covered a dozen feet in a blink, driving her spear into a nearby tree, pinning something to the tree that should have collapsed with a thought from a Tier 26 like her with its apparent Tier 1 strength.

    Liz winced as if something was screaming, but neither Matt nor Aster heard a thing.

    Ripping her spear free, Liz grabbed at something they couldn’t see before she vanished.

    Matt felt nothing during the whole thing which only caused his danger sense to spike.

    Most of the creatures seemed more interested in trying to rip meat off the elephant, and only turned to attack them when they were too close or hit by a stray attack.

    That limited their arsenal a little, as with their Tier gap they needed to be careful to not get overwhelmed. [Mana Beam] or something like [Breach] might have worked, but the risk was too high with tens of thousands of creatures who might turn on them en masse.

    A fear that turned out to be correct.

    As they reached the halfway point of total monsters killed, the attacking creatures turned their attention from the elephant to them.

    The three of them immediately retreated, and all unleashed their largest area attacks to cover their retreat.

    They were effective, but not nearly as effective as they would have been without the Tier difference.

    What was interesting was how the monsters’ Domains seemed to perfectly merge together, growing stronger as more and more joined together in their attack. It even got to the point that even a full powered [Mana Beam] just splashed off the leading orc-like creatures, and Aster''s ice spells only slowed them down instead of freezing them solid.

    Liz’s ichor was mildly more effective, so long as she was able to kill the creature before all of its flesh was gone but even she struggled to burrow through the ever-growing bones if she didn’t take them down quickly enough.

    The situation was bad, but hardly untenable, and they were slowly whittling the creatures down as they retreated in the general direction of the rift exit, where they could be reasonably sure they wouldn’t run into more enemies and get cut off.

    Aster, however, noticed what was wrong first.

    “Look at the elephant!”

    Matt exploded upward, sending two of the orcs that had tried to tackle him flying.

    Off in the distance, the elephant that had been stripped of flesh was more than fully healed.

    It was growing like uncontrolled cancer.

    Flesh grew and grew until it popped like a blister before that healed and grew further.

    He also noted how the orcs that had been flesh covered were slowly becoming fully bone monsters.

    Apparently the orcs, goblins, and elephant had a mutually beneficial symbiotic relationship where they helped each other from deforming.

    “If we kite these orcs out enough, they will probably fully calcify.”

    Aster pointed out the issue with that option. “We probably won’t get the essence for those kills though.”

    Liz made the call. “Then let’s go pop that elephant.”

    Matt led the charge through the horde, even as they tried to drag the three of them down.

    [Bulwark] made for a plow that pushed aside the initial mass of enemies, and his repulsion effect kept their sides clear long enough to punch through.

    Once they were through, it was a foot race, and despite them only being Tier 26 to the monsters’ Tier 29, they were faster.

    It was times like this when Matt could fully appreciate all of the resources the army had poured into them to bolster their already impressive natural abilities.

    When they reached the elephant, a phoenix Liz slammed into its side like the realms smallest fly when compared to its massive frame.

    The phoenix Liz on Aster''s shoulder gagged, but before their eyes the elephant’s ever-growing flesh started boiling, even as it turned golden.

    For the first time, the elephant screamed, its massive trunk causing a shockwave that took all three of them using [Air Manipulation] to fully block.

    The oncoming wave of monsters weren’t killed outright, though that would have been nice, but all of the orcs went down like puppets with their strings cut. Not dead, but disorientated to the point of being rendered ineffective.

    Matt grabbed the ground with [Earth Manipulation] and swallowed the closest mass of orcs, who had taken the brunt of the attack, and started squeezing, crushing them.

    They tried to fight, tried to merge their Domains to protect themselves, but he was prepared for that and had separated them by pulling some deeper into the ground than others. It didn’t stop them, but it did weaken the connection.

    The bursts of essence started slow, but, as Matt killed some, the collective grew weaker, making it easier to crush the rest.

    He finished just before the rest of the mass arrived in a frenzy.

    Blood, bones, and body parts flew as he, two Lizzes, and Aster’s golems protected her, even as she cast massive debuffing spells to slow their enemies further.

    Matt could also feel that she was starting to open her Tier 25 Talent space, though it was slow in the firmer space of the Tier 29 rift. The rift’s dual layers of reality might have made the effort more difficult as well.

    The fighting lasted almost an hour until the elephant’s side exploded and ichor started to rain down like acid rain.

    The orcs'' boney bodies started to melt as flesh replaced the bone, making them easier to kill, and the three of them didn’t waste their moment to take care of as many of them as they could.

    The stealthy goblins were ignored, which led to all three of them taking hits, but any one of them was not so easy to kill and each of them could fight without limbs long enough to heal after the fight.

    When they finished, the field was littered with bodies up to their knees in the lowest spots and forming hills in the largest.

    Matt panted as he looked up at the elephant that was still being corroded by Liz.

    Looking over to his wife, he asked. “How fucking big is that thing?”

    “Larger than you’d expect. It''s got a higher regeneration factor than a dozen damn trolls, making every inch of progress a battle. Thankfully my ichor is toxic to it and I’ll arrive at the brain soon enough.”

    Aster gestured with her staff. “Need us to help?”

    “If you wanna hit the other side, go for it. It might force it to split its healing factor.”

    Matt cast [Portal], putting the other end of it on the other side of the elephant where he, Aster, and her golems started attacking its undamaged flank.

    It took almost a day, but they finally burned through enough of the elephant''s regeneration that Liz was able to infiltrate the brain and kill the elephant.

    The rush of essence they got from finishing off the elephant was like a torrent, but it wasn’t nearly as large as it could have been, similar to the stealthy goblins.

    Liz spat to the side. “I’m almost glad that wasn’t the right way to get all the essence. That flesh tasted foul.”

    Aster gave the phoenix on her shoulder a scratch. “On the bright side, there are three more giants in view, so you’ll get used to it.”

    That earned her a nip, but she wasn’t wrong.

    The next giant they started approaching had the stealthy goblins, but didn’t have the orc-like goblins. Instead, there were archers that shot saplings that grew like crazy and tried to burrow into anything they hit.

    Liz’s ichor wasn’t as effective as good old fire, but it was a close call, and the two of them burned their way through the hordes with Aster providing wide-area debuffs.

    The longer they fought, the more they got used to the pace of the Tier 29 battles, and what had been difficult became routine, though they were still always diligent to not become overwhelmed.

    The largest oddity was that, despite clearing all nine of the giants they found roaming the rift, they never found the rift boss.

    The reward distortion was accessible, but the boss was nowhere to be found.

    Then they saw the rift reward of just three mana stones, which was pitiful for a full rift, and was so unusual they immediately went back into the rift and tried to clear the rift without entering the second layer of reality.

    That made the rift a dozen times harder, as they couldn’t see their attackers and so had to fight entirely off instinct. That, combined with the fact that if they killed any of the monsters in close range they needed to stop themselves from being pulled into the other version of the rift, slowed their clear speed down to nearly nothing, but they persisted as they wanted to figure out the gimmick of the rift.

    And, to their disappointment, clearing the rift while never entering the second dark realm was not the answer they were hoping for. Once more, there was no rift boss to be found, and, without that, they couldn’t justify clearing the rift a third time while they were trying to advance, considering how much of a rift''s total essence was typically in the boss. Without that influx, they weren’t making efficient use of their time.

    During that second run, Aster thought she felt the existence of a third and possibly a fourth layer of reality, but even after a full week of testing they weren’t able to figure out how to breach the deeper spaces. Even Matt’s full powered tearing of space simply let him swap between the first two realities, but not the theorized third or forth.

    Vowing to return, as well as to never mention this rift to Allie, they decided to move on to one of the other local Tier 29 rifts, one known for its monsters’ teamwork and numerous mini bosses, wanting to advance as far as possible before something inevitably pulled them from their delving.