- The hell, Jack! Do you know how much we need the Goblin Empire’s cooperation?! They are the main producers of Orc Weaponry; We don’t have enough Smiths with the skill to produce Orchimite on our own, do you intend to arm our whole beast-slaying corps by yourself?!

- We don’t need a thing from the Demon Kingdom! We have plenty of neuromancers ourselves, but we can’t do against the Orcs!

- Are you just trying to get out of work?!

- For fucks sake, I have worked years to get on ambassator’s Fagner good side, and you destroyed that in a few minutes!

Jack was seated at the center of a semi-circular table which faced the Main Hall’s Door. This was a room located deeply within the Dragon King Palace, which neighbored the Dragon King Supreme Court and the Dragon King Congress.

The people sitting around Jack were the “ministers”, “ambassadors” and so on which ruled the daily affairs of his “Kingdom”.

Truth be said, Jack didn’t care. They didn’t care much for his position as well and would talk to him as if they were equals. However…

[- Shut up all of you! If you want your weapons so much, go on and take a NPC kingdom for yourselves! Do I look like someone who will go against Timoty so you can sleep with more NPC whores?!]

Jack released a little bit of his Draconic Aura, and everyone present in the council had to submit.

A few of them were close to be Max-Level players, however, as higher as one climbed the power ladder in Another World, the more difficult it became to do so.

There just weren’t that many highest-level NPCs to beat out in the “wild” anymore, since natural dungeons had to accumulate mana in order to spawn them, and those needed Parties to defeat as well.

In the whole of Another World, only five people had hit max-level besides Jack and Elicia themselves. And those either became kingdoms of small NPC nations or worked for Timoty - another reason why Jack didn’t want to oppose him.

It was way easier to oppose the Goblin Kingdom. As much as they had cursed him in the past, now they couldn’t do the same anymore - after all, he had Curse Resistance at level 100, and was also a level 100 Semi-God (an advanced divine class which came after Pope/Bishop, Prophet, and God-Chosen). Even a level 100 curse could be dispelled after using his “Divine Cleansing” skill.

The only reasons why Jack didn’t dare to invade the place and take back his first dungeon were:

1 - It would be a lot of work to manage still another dungeon.

2 - Timoty might want to start a cold war due to there being only two World Superpowers if he did so. And that was a hastle.

3 - He couldn’t care less for a penny-less dungeon.

- Was that really necessary? - A seemingly young half-elf named Lillian asked Jack while taking a piece of cake from her Inventory and eating it.

This was the same young hag who travelled with Raphael and Yrwin in the past. With the passage of the years, even her young-girl cosplaying habits became a little tiresome - so she chose to act normally. Now, she oversaw the Reality Culture and Memory Preservation Ministry - a ministry which focused on preserving the memory of how things were on earth, something players started to think was important once many of them started to feel homesick.

- Yeah. I’ve almost soiled my pants. - As for Yrwin, he had become interested in politics once more, and was currently the Minister of External Affairs.

[- Whatever. You guys wanted for me to come over and deal with this, I did that. Now don’t bother me anymore. And if they really send an army or whatever, just tell Elicia.]

Jack rose from his chair and flew out through the council’s open ceiling, going through the small barrier which prevented from the outside weather to infiltrate and heading home.

- He’s unreasonable as always. - Yrwin said.

- Yes. But what do we do now? I’m pretty sure they will send someone over to do some damage - Raphael, which had become the man in charge of the Geography and Cartography Ministry, asked.

When you can’t win in a direct confrontation, then at least do as much damage as possible - the Goblin Kingdom was made of a number of violence addicts in the first place, so when it became cornered, sabotage, arson and terrorism were the norm.

They may cause little damage and bother Jack in the minimum, but people would be afraid of fanatics nonetheless.

For many of the ministers, dealing with an organized army like Timoty’s would probably be way better than dealing with terrorist attacks.

- What a pain in the *ss…. - Max, the old Envoy from the Republic of FarCry said.

- What the hell are you doing here anyway, you aren’t even a member of the government! - Lillian snapped.

- What, I was curious!