We meet Seth and Twig back at the docks where they have been given directions on how to continue on their journey through the Kingdom of... What? Through the many decades this world has been running, it has become obvious that a lot of vital pieces of information have been deteriorating. For instance: The world Seth lives in no longer has a name, neither does the kingdom, nor the city. Bathvil, Seth's home village, is one of the few remaining names that has survived the flow of time. What people still do remember is that the World of... What?, Land of... What?, Kingdom of... What? and City of... What? Previously had different names, and do not have any relation to each other whatsoever.

Seth and Twig start walking west from the docks and emerge outside the City of... What?, finding themselves south of the Seashore of.. What? and north of the Lake of... Uhm. Seth and Twig examine the signs on a signpost with fingers pointing in all useful directions, and one scratching its 'head' as it seems to have forgotten which direction it pointed to once.

Twig: So, we could go back to the seaside where we came from, go alongside the west bank of Lake of... Uhm, all the way into the forest and return to Bathvil or...

Seth: Or?

Twig: We could go to the Run of the Mils plantation.

Seth: What is there?

Twig: No, What is East. Run of the Mils is the other way.

Seth: I did not mean the City... Or the Kingdom, or the Land for that matter. I meant what could we find there?

Twig: I haven't been there in decades. Its owner is a little... Wacky.

Seth: In what way?

Twig: He's filthy rich. He even paid to remove one of the l's from the farm's designated name. People who have so much tend to overreach a little.

Seth: Overreach?

Twig: Yup. The farm was expanding way too fast, and as punishment this became a restricted area surrounded by hidden walls.

Seth: I do not see any walls. Besides, how are we supposed to get to the farm then if there are any?

Twig: Well, that's the point of them being 'hidden'. They don't stop creatures like goblins and pigeons from passing through, but the heroes seem to have trouble running into them. It's pretty fun to just sit on the inside of the wall and watch their faces get squished ghehehe. You might be all right though since it doesn't seem like the world considers you a hero for some reason.

Seth: Hey, that is rude!

Twig: We still might have some trouble getting there though.

Seth: Why is that?

Twig: Well... You're quite underleveled for that area, and when I die it will take a lot longer to get back. Last time I died, we were lucky we were close to the spawning points of Goblins on the forest side. But this time it will take a few hours, even on Jimmy-

Seth: The wolf?

Twig: That Jimmy, yes. So the upcoming encounters will be quite tough.

Seth: Hmm... I guess you are right, but I could always anthill it.

Twig: Huh?

Don't you dare...

Twig: I don't know what it's about, but the Narrator doesn't seem to like it Seth.

Seth: Well, just think about it. Every creature I kill in this world will grant me those experience points to level up. So killing even the smallest insects would give some kind of experience.

Twig: You're aware of that?

Seth: Sure, my brain will eventually learn how to kill them more efficiently too. I noticed that I got more muscular over time. The odd thing was that it happened directly after fighting the grandma, the spiders and the heroes we slayed. So the only logical conclusion is that this is the way it works, right?

Twig: You sure got a lot of smart-ass experience.

Seth: I have to assume my intensive book reading has granted me some intellectual understanding of how this world has underlying philosophies. And I am bound to notice their function in our daily lives.

Twig: Uuhh... You lost me at 'intensive'.

Seth: It is too bad you cannot level up your brain Twig.

Twig: ...

Seth: Then there is this 'stat points' thing. The Balancing Staff assured me I would be able to spend points on my magic and stuff, but that still has not happened yet. My points, if they truly exist, are still automatically spent towards to my Strength perimeters.

Twig: ... Wait, so you could have just punched and sliced the enemies we have encountered so far with huge blows?

Seth: Pretty much, yeah.

Twig: Then why didn't you?

Seth: I want to be a Mage. Mages do not punch and slice.

Twig: Ah... So anthilling?

Seth: Yes, anthilling. The idea is that any creature, even an ant, could give me experience. And in the logic of this world an ant should give me at least a single experience.

Twig: I guess, so?

Seth: Now imagine me casting a 'fireball' on the Mop of Wetness to boil the water and pour it over an anthill, practically killing every ant inside.

Twig: That's...

Terrible! Poor little ants! You're menace, Seth!

Twig: That's so smart! Let's do it!

Seth: I knew you would agree! Let us find an anthill right now!

Balancing Staff: Hold on a minute.

Twig: Oh, hey Balancing Staff. How have you been?

Balancing Staff: Pretty good. But someone reported Seth for cheating, hence I appear.

Twig: Now that's convenient.

Seth: Who called the Balancing Staff?

Grr...

Seth: The Narrator? Really? Is that not abuse of power?

Balancing Staff: Yes that's true. He'll get his punishment, but if you are about to do what you said you were going to do Seth... I will have to punish you as well.

Seth: What are you going to do then?

Balancing Staff: I would de-level you on the spot, roll you back eight levels. I will also claim all of your magical items, and if you still continue doing it I may even have to ban you.

Seth: Banishment? From the Kingdom of... What?

Balancing Staff: No... Ban you from the World of... This.

Twig: Ah, so that is what the world is called now. I forgot.

Seth: ... You would kill me?

Balancing Staff: No, nothing that drastic. I'd just make sure everything you have achieved in your life will be for nothing. No one here would ever know you existed in the first place.

Seth: That is a punishment worse than death...

Balancing Staff: Well, you were about to massacre ants for experience. So who's the cruel one here?

Seth: But...

Balancing Staff: No more protests please. Let's move on. Since I'm here I'd like to announce to you that when you level up from now on, you can improve your magic skills. However, good luck finding spells. Also, the other heroes will not receive this ability.

Seth: See Twig? I am a hero!

Twig: Hush.

Balancing Staff: The rest of the heroes of this world will have to make do with their basic Fighter class. Allthough, they do seem to prefer it that way. Pathetic cliché nimrods... Sometimes I think it's better to swap our true inhabitants with that bunch, because the people who do not blink in and out of existence have more personality than them.

Seth: My head hurts.

Balancing Staff: Sorry, am I swimming too fast in that head of yours which I use for a fishbowl? Sorry, it's my malediction. Makes me swim more circles than usual.

Seth: Ugh...

Balancing Staff: Also, I noticed you have two magical items in your possession. That's pretty neat! There used to be plenty of them in old times, but things have been degrading for decades. I guess the reappearance of these lost relics have something to do with Richard?

Twig: Sounds like him.

Balancing Staff: Well, I cannot punish you for something Richard did, can I? Also, I tried to punish him once, but he took the punishment out of the equation and left with nothing but benefits...

Twig: Mehehe.

Seth: I am about to puke.

Balancing Staff: Ah, forgive me Seth. Let me make it up to you. Since you seem so clever, I will just say... You have five minutes to make everything right.

Twig: Thanks a lot Balancing Staff!

Balancing Staff: No problem Twig. Consider this my repayment for that time in the bar when you singlehandedly saved me from that pixie.

Twig: And don't you forget it. I still have to look over my shoulder every time I hear wings flapping.

Balancing Staff: Until we meet again.

Seth: That was...

Twig: Pretty good. So... what now?

Seth: Killing an anthill of course.

Twig: ...

Seth: You heard him. I got five minutes.

Twig: So?

Seth: Just watch me.

And so, Seth walks up to an anthill he spotted further along the road. Unfortunately for me, the punishment the Balancing Staff gave me is that I have to narrate the terrible deed Seth is about to do. He boils the water from the Mop of Wetness with a kindled wooden sword he calls a 'fireball', and slowly but steadily the anthill fills up with boiling water. Over two thousand ants die because of it.

Seth: Done.

Twig: You gained a level?

Seth: No, I am level one again.

Twig: ...

Seth: So, it is like this. The Narrator had to be punished, and my body was not built the right way. So instead of changing my body, the Balancing Staff deemed it better to punish me lightly by just rolling me back to level one. I have lost all my muscles, and I assume I will become capable of using Magic now! Also, the anthill instantly respawned as if nothing happened; Courtesy of Balancing Staff.

Twig: You recall that part about us being under-leveled in the first place? And not only that, but you apparently lost all your strength now which was the only thing that could save us in a pinch?

Seth: Pretty much yeah. I am excited.

Twig: Now my head hurts.

Meanwhile at the Castle.

Servant: My Liege, would you like to do anything today?

King Lacial: NO! Show that Narrator the door.

Servant : So, Narrator... Please?

And with that we leave the Castle of... What?