Redo! Last Chance for a Dying World!

Geth stood before the small crowd of people in front of the Tower. The projection of Larz was standing by his side.

He looked out into the group and mainly saw familiar faces. Everyone was standing in groups based on the Dungeon they had come from.

Some were waiting with excitement, while other faces were wrought with trepidation. Those that looked worried were the women from the Water Dungeon and those few new faces.

Geth rolled his eyes internally. Between the separate groups and the hints of doubt, he could tell that it would be challenging to run a tight-knit community.

He raised his staff off the ground, and the muttering in the crowd quickly quieted down. He nodded in approval as only the occasional shuffling of feet could be heard.

"Since there are a few new faces here, I will introduce myself. I am called Geth. Most of you have been living in the Dungeons conquered by myself and my friends here."

He waved his staff to indicate his party members standing off to his side. Harris and Farris waved to the crowd like they were on parade.

Geth chuckled at their usual childishness and continued, "There are some new faces in the crowd, so I will state the rules once again.

All of my or my party members' orders must be followed in times of danger. If you do not follow our instructions, and something happens to you or your loved ones, then that will be on your conscious and not ours."

Geth paused for a second to let that soak in.

"Furthermore, there will be no free rides in this community. There is too much work to be done. 

Of course, you are welcome to choose what you do from a list I've mocked up. Everyone present will also be put through combat training, regardless of the role they take. 

This includes women, children, and even the elderly. If you have any questions before I move on from this subject, you may raise your hand to ask."

A whining voice spoke up from the back of the crowd almost instantly.

"And why the hell should we listen to anything you have to say?"

The crowd turned their heads back. A young man was standing there with a confident look on his face.

Most of the people sneered at this idiot. Of course, a few seemed to want to know this answer as well.

"Larz?" Geth glanced at the figure beside him.

"Edge. Age, 22. Level, 23. Been a part of the Forest Dungeon for less than two weeks." The butler replied.

The young man's confidence slipped from his face for a brief second, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Edge, I hope that you can find a safe place to hole up before the coming atrocities. Larz."

The butler drew a simple Formation in the air, and the space behind the young man's body began to distort. Two hulking figures stepped through the distortion and grabbed each of Edge's arms.

They were two of the Orcs that Filthy and Swole had recently killed. The stench coming from their mouths even reached Geth at the front of the crowd.

"Escort this young man from the premises," Geth commanded.

The two Orcs nodded and began to pull the young man away.

"Wait! Let go of me, you ugly fucks!"

Edge continued to kick and scream as he was dragged towards the East Gate. The last thing Geth could make out was something about killing him one day, to which he rolled his eyes.

"All right, now that the commotion is over. Is there anyone who has a legitimate question?"

Some people seemed too afraid to speak up, but those who knew him already had a lot to ask. He decided to start with those who may have concerns rather than those just curious.

Geth pointed at one of the women who had their hands raised. She was one of Thorn's victims from the Water Dungeon.

"What kind of work are you expecting in return for us staying here?"

Geth could hear a hint of suspicion in her voice. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"We need hunters, cooks, and farmers first and foremost. There are a lot of mouths here to feed." He indicated the entire crowd with a wave of his hand.

"There will need to be parties set up for expeditions, researchers, explorers. Some will need to be well versed in construction as well, though I've heard there is a Builder Class that comes with Skills to make building easier."

Geth stroked his beard for a moment, "In fact, there is a Class for almost every job. We will need those willing to accept some of those Classes instead of Classes for battle."

The woman nodded and then seemed to fall into thought. Geth motioned towards an older man that he hadn't met yet.

"You mentioned that children and the elderly would have to learn to fight as well. I used to train some local MMA fighters.

I had to stop eventually because of shoulder problems. Thanks to my Grimoire, I feel fitter than ever! I would like to help with training!"

"Very well, Hulk here," He paused and pointed at the man. "Is going to be commanding most of the parties. You are welcome to speak with him later." 

The old man smiled in satisfaction and stepped back to his place in the crowd. Geth felt that the man would make a great asset and decided to make proper introductions soon.

"You, Miss. What is your question?" He pointed at a middle-aged woman in the crowd.

"The Football, Wrestling, and Track teams were all at school with their coach when the incident occurred. One of the coaches was the astronomy teacher, and they were supposed to stay overnight..."

The woman seemed to hesitate a bit before asking her question, "I haven't seen my Son in months... I don't even know if he's alive. If you can help me find him, I'll do anything you ask."

Geth smiled at the woman before speaking. "Yes, we intend to make an expedition south soon enough. I would love to help in finding your boy."

He was hoping to recruit most of the school boys anyway. This just gave him another way to secure his position.

He didn't miss that some other men and women in the crowd had some worried looks on their faces when the woman asked her question.