The space around the [Rift Shard] took over the entire area as it formed like a ring-shape surrounded by slate floors to 120 meters in length away from the zone which covered the entire area with circular lines throughout the vicinity.

While In the middle corner of it is a structure that stood from seven-meter height and ten-meter wide made of wood and thatched roof materials constructed from it. The Town Hall.

On how it appeared out of nowhere, no one knows, as if the entire structure all of a sudden sprung up from existence without any clue where it came from. Though, the best explanation could only come from the rift strange irregularity.

Falling snowflakes descending from the roof gliding through the cracks of the ceiling creating patches of snow decorated from its surface. Wooden walls painted with hues of caramel in it and holes piercing through from it, old-fashioned doors that looked like they were about to fall apart, floors being floors.

The front hall was plain and simple with a wooden floor supported by four beams while covered with thatched roof and fences barricading the whole area, leaving an entrance leading through the front door with two windows to stand between it and a tower-shaped curved roof connected from it.

While Olen was admiring the tattered structure right before him...

Two men quickly appeared right in front of him, giving a sign of a symbol that recognizes loyalty as they hold up their hands to the chest.

“My lord, I came with grim news, the [Rift] has been showing signs of ripples without a stop,” Alfric said with worry in his eyes.

“My lord, with respect, if you have already noticed, there’s nothing outside the hall beside us,” Feimshall said as he looked through the horizon with a worried gaze in his eyes.

That just sounds condescending...

With his sightseeing disturbed by the condition of the [Rift] upon hearing its news. Olen proceeded to the rift and left the town hall without even visiting it inside.

Olen looked all around the area near the [Rift] to find out the problem that was causing the ripples to happen. And after quite some time Olen found the source of the problem, as he noticed a strange glob bouncing around all over the floor as it circles throughout the rift every once in a while.

The glob of goo seems to be prancing around heedlessly as it looks puzzled at the situation from what’s happening to it right now. Taking a look at it, an object seems to appear inside the glob of goo visibly floating in it. It looked like a splinter from a wood that was being dissolved by the goo inside it.

Wait a minute, if there's wood, there's dirt, and just from the look of the splinter, it looks like it had just been recently scraped from a bark, which means there is water.

“My lord, I think we might have found something that is crucial for our survival in this empty world,” Feimshall said.

“Yes, if there is a wood then there’s no doubt it came from a tree which means the land is fertile” Olen replied as he stared at the glob of goo at the same time.

Like a bolt, a thought suddenly struck through Olen as he realized that the [Rift Shard] might have the answer to his question. He stared at the [Rift Shard] for a while and a blue screen immediately appeared floating in the middle of the shard.

[Rift Gate]

[Rift: 1]

Stability: 8/10

Chewing at the information displayed in front of him, Olen then realized that whatever was happening inside in that [Rift], it’s causing massive changes to the other side connected to it, and a high chance that the glob creature might have come from it due to the instability it's causing.

With a thought, an invisible hand suddenly lunged through the air as it touched the pale screen and swiped through past it, resulting in new information displayed from it.

[Would you like to have the slime to be captured or form a contract]

“Contract,” Olen said as the sight of the information caught him off guard.

Oh no this going elsewhere…

Suddenly, a string of energy was drawn from the crystal lodged on the sword, channelling the energy across the [Rift Shard]. Followed by a sudden burst of energy, channelling back through the slime.

And after some time, a new contract was formed in Olen's thoughts. Meanwhile, the screen panel suddenly displayed brand-new information regarding the slime that he had just contracted recently with.

[Slime]

Tier: 1 (50/100)

Species: Metal Slime

Interesting, considering the differences of our two species, it's reasonable for a monster to instead gain tier and evolve since they lack certain intelligence to comprehend knowledge for their own use.

Curious, I fed the slime with a sliver of my mana to see the changes that it would do to it. Every once in a while the slime would wriggle and convulse as a sliver of my mana retained on his glob and hued with blue. And after the process was done, Olen checked the result right in front of the [Rift Shard]

[Slime]

Tier: 1 (60/100)

Mana: 2/2

Species: Metal Slime

Abilities: Hardening

[Olen Fairer]

Mana: 10/20

Delighted at the result, Olen decided to prepare and hone his proficiency with Aflric and Feimshall along with his new companion, Metatron the slime. As if hearing the thoughts of his master, Metatron wriggled and flopped atop into his master's head bouncing from time to time.

I wonder what we look like right now.

Olen then walked outside through the town hall and saw two men sparring at each other as they exchanged blows, with Feimshall leading in a hand.

Alfric dodged the heavy sword approaching from him as he rolled down at the side to keep his balance on. Felmshall then took the opportunity and slammed his heavy sword on Alfric leaving him with a narrow escape, but instead, Alfric dodge it in time as he leaps up from his feet with momentum and pierced his sword through Feimshall neck, and abruptly stopped as the tip of the sword hung on his neck with an inch separating from it.

“You won, Alfric, who would have thought you used your weakness against me,” Feimshall said while he shook his head in defeat.

“You have overpowered me, Feimshall, there’s nothing to it, just a man with shrewd thoughts to keep his pace,” Alfric said with disapproval written on his face.

Noticing the changes in the air, two warriors suddenly felt Olen's presence and hastily proceeded to pay their respects to their liege. “Excuse us my lord” as they bent down their knees with shame.

“Stand up, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, you were merely practicing, also from now on there will be no more knee dropping in front of me”. Olen said raising his tone and establishing authority without question.

these frickin medieval idiots…

[Speech proficiency has been increased slightly]

Not now! You dumbo brain!

The two warriors looked at each other bewildered at the command told by their liege, but after quite some time, they have come to accept the decree, and instead, they respond to the decree with their arms up folded in their chest in respect.

“Good, come with me, let’s spar and teach me the basics on how to use the sword,” Olen said, as he stared at the two warriors with an air of authority to be sure they won’t decline his request out of honor.

“My lord, if you haven’t noticed but your sword is in the pillar, and I’m afraid beside our weapon we have no materials to craft a sword,” Alfric said with a cough to hide the embarrassment.

Alfric continued: “My lord, if you wish I could lend you my sword while I watch in the back at your spar with Feimshall”

“No need, I have something of my own”

“Hardening!”

Suddenly, the slime squirmed towards Olen's wrist and wiggled around his palm as it shaped into a hilt from a sword to his hand imbued with metallic shade.

“Come!” Olen said while glaring both at the warriors indicating who will step up first.

After quite some time, Feimshall heaved a deep breath and took a step forward as he brought his own sword with him and proceeded to his own position while standing two-meter apart from the center of the battlefield.

Olen took up his sword and stood aligned from the center of the battlefield with his eyes staring at his own enemy in battle position.

Every once in a while, three figures would take up their swords as the sound of metal clashing together reverberated in the air while exchanging blows until one of them fell on the ground.

An hour later, Felheim and Aflric leaned back at the wooden wall and took a lungful of air while standing apart from each other. As they stared in surprise at Olen laying back on the ground exhausted.

[Your understanding toward the [One Handed Sword] has increased moderately]

*Huff, huff*

Olen heaved a deep breath as he got up from the ground with a mix of joy and defeat written on his face. Drifting his eyes around, Olen looked at the sword from his own hand, he didn’t think that at the spur of the moment the slime would suddenly liquefy and lose its shape, and before he knew it, the glob suddenly passed through the defenses of the sword while the strike of the impact of his enemy blew him away. Earning him a loss.

I could have won once if not for this daym slime. Oh... if Shilla was just here. No, just no, a slime can’t do that, isn’t it? It's metal slime, not liquid slime.

With a sigh, Olen linked his thoughts to the sword, as the slime returned from its shape and squirmed through the top of his head. "As usual," Olen said while rolling his eyes.

Olen then noticed the two warriors arriving at him with a complicated gaze on their face as they folded their arms up in their chest in respect, and as they were about to open their mouth—

“No need to remind me of my defeat” Though Olen knew what they were going to say, he instantly dismissed it with a wave of his hand, which made the two warriors shut their mouths and smiled awkwardly as they departed with their eyes on the ground.

But as soon as they walked away, Olen stopped them and asked a question that would pop anyone's eyes off upon hearing it. “What do you think I look like right now?” with a smile as bright as the sun suspended on his face.

“With pleasure my liege, your head is as translucent as a glass with a silver lining across it, and a silver eye that pierces through the heavens above, a body as old as the great sun but brimming with life and longevity spanning across centuries, your skin as dry but strong as a bark,” Feimshall said while spouting endless words and reciting it with passion gleamed in his eyes.

After the intense passionate speech. Alfrick stood up and applause as his clap echoed through the sky without a stop until his strength depleted him, and flopped over to the ground.

Frickin medieval idiots… I swear. And what do you mean translucent, is that calling me bald? I’m bald... I’m still that bald old man. What the hell!

Watching Alfrick flop to the ground, Olen sighed at the embarrassing scene before him. But all things considered, Feimshall in some sense did portray him. He was old and...

A bald with a slime jumping on top of it.