As Reginald passed the barrier the Pantheon had placed around his home, the barrier fell, allowing him to pass. He flew the bus over a bunch of military and news vehicles parked outside the curve of the barrier. He turned on the radio to a news frequency, tuning in during the middle of a recorded speech from his mother.

"... people abusing the new magics to harm others or commit crimes. It is because of these actions we are forming the new Department of Magical Conduct, which will assist the other law enforcement agencies with crimes of a magical nature. It has become quite clear that these self-proclaimed deities have an agenda all of their own. The President is going to make an attempt to contact them directly and find out what they intend."

"And that was from a press conference held this afternoon by the Vice President. Now, you know I normally stay away from theological discussions on this radio show," the smooth voice of the radio jockey flowed out of the radio, "but with being who can keep a building that would fit well in ancient greek or roman architecture together through reentry, the restoration of anyone who was killed or even hurt by meteor fragments, all of the people who had a true racial change, and not just from skin tone, but into an entirely different genetic race, I would have to say that they have earned the title of deities by sheer power alone."

"I wonder what sort of people will be hired for the Department of Magical Conduct," a deep voiced co-host snorted as he said that. "Sorry, but seriously, the Department of Magical Conduct? What, are we living in Pottermore now? What's next, a Department of Dungeon Affairs?"

"Well, you do know that the government has been keeping a much closer eye on Tarmac, Oklahoma where that large cube crashed and buried itself in the ground, and then the deities set up a barrier to keep people away so the government couldn't dig it up," the original jockey stated. "Apparently the mana inside that area has grown incredibly dense over the last few weeks."

"I'm surprised they haven't tried to drop a nuke to either take out or penetrate the barrier that appeared around it," the co-host answered. "This administration has for the most part been action oriented. I think they're just upset that the Pantheon eliminated the extremists instead of letting them do it."

"Woah! We've got news from the site in Tarmac. Apparently, a flying bus just came through the barrier, which made it drop. Apparently, the ship had a Logo and a website address on it? EternalGamer.net? Oh, wow, it's a website for a Guild who handled top tier raiding in MMOs for the most part until the change. On their Front page there's a new article posted just a few minutes ago!

"Dungeon Grand Opening, inviting people to a meet and greet with the Guild and the hired System Trainers, funded by Dungeon Corporation. What the actual ... Sorry about that, I got caught up and swore on air, oops," the show host said in a surprisingly good humor. "Either someone is playing a joke on the world..."

"I just checked, and Dungeon Corporation is listed as an international entity, registered last week, but whatever has been going on started before they decided to go public," the co-host stated.

"Fuck my life," Reginald groaned. "Now I'm going to have to talk to mother directly so they don't try to nuke my dungeon, not like it would do any good... What the hell, are they trying to pull me over?" He stared in the rearview monitor at the multiple cop cars with flashing lights and blaring sirens chasing his slowly flying bus. He sighed and landed on the side of the road.

When one of the cops finally approached after surrounding his bus, he shook his head and lowered the window. "Good afternoon, Officer Dunkirk."

"Do I know you? Would you step out of the vehicle please?"

"Of course, Officer. No, we don't know each other, but I can see your information," Reginald stated, tapping the door panel to make it fold open while pulling the camera out of his inventory and setting it to record as he climbed out of the bus. "I am recording this interaction for your safety as well as my own, Officer Dunkirk. Why have you pulled me over?"

"You just came out of a Quarantined zone. We are legally required to take you into custody."

"I'm sorry, Quarantined zone? I hadn't heard anything about my lands being quarantined. Besides, I have to pick up my guild and my friend Robert Murdoc at the Airstrip before we head back."

"I'm afraid the only place you're going is to the local Homeland Security office," Officer Dunkirk stated as he reached for his weapon.

"Don't bother shooting, Officer, it won't do anything to me. My defense value is 140. Are you really sure you wish to cause an incident by resorting to violence?"

"You are resisting arrest!"

Reginald sighed and shook his head. "Look, I'm going to call my mother and get this bullshit sorted out." He reached into his inventory and pulled out a sack and tossed it at the Officer's feet, revealing lots of golden coins. "There's a thousand gold. If you want to cause trouble, make sure you carry a resurrection token, they're only ten gold at a shrine or temple, and the Original Pantheon Temple is less than fifty miles away, right?"

Reginald turned back to the bus and started climbing in before grunting in pain as a bullet slammed into his shoulder, taking off ten health. He picked the flattened bullet off his sleeve and tossed it infront of the bag, the door closing and the bus lifting off quickly before blasting towards the airport. "Damn it, mother, what's your game here?"

***

Elinore Montgomery, Vice President of the United States and ruthless business woman, was pacing in her office, having just received a call about a flying bus with the logo of her son's stupid guild and guild website painted on it floating out lazily past the barrier which then fell completely. The military advisor suggested they seize the property while the barrier was down, he had sent some cops after the bus. She shot him down, saying that she had sent someone to speak with her son, and demanded they call back the cops.

She swore up a storm after hanging up. "What the fuck is Reginald thinking!? That son of mine is going to ruin my chance of being elected!" She grabbed the phone when it rang, and looked at the caller id. "Robert, you better have some good news for me!"

"Aunt Elinore, I took the private room in the back of the plane to make this call because of the soundproofing. Apparently, your son arranged for his Guild to be on this flight, and I was refused boarding until they had arrived. Your son has become a god-like being called a 'Dungeon'... He also prepared a package of suggested laws he wanted you to review regarding things called Adventurers, Guilds, and mobs. There's also something about interstellar travel and immigration."

"Bullshit, Robert. Cut the crap and tell me the facts."

"I am being serious, Aunt Elinore. Why wouldn't I be? You know his mentality. He gathered his 'Guild' from those online gamers, and they've all been talking about various magics and abilities. They seemed to be excited for what he's got planned. Oh, and if that's not the overall kicker, he said we have interstellar immigrants headed our way!"

"Hold on, Robert, Reginald is finally calling. I suppose you texted him to call since you were on your way there," she sighed and merged calls. "Hello, Reginald."

"Mother, would you please kindly retract your damned military barricade from around my home and cancel the damned quarantine? Also, if you dare to try to nuke my dungeon, I will grow my dungeon to be able to cover all of the continent and fuck with your government," Reginald demanded. "Right now, I may only have a few kilometers of radius for my dungeon, but I can always continuously spawn monsters and push them out or release the rest of the pressurized fluidic mana and bring us easily above the point where large scale monster hordes will start spawning naturally. As it is, I managed to convince the Pantheon to allow for an extended duration of below average mana density to try to get some people trained."

"They aren't gods! There is only one God!" Elinore snarled.

"Alright, then what are they? They have power over life and death, over time and creation. If they aren't Gods, then please, tell me what they are. Or just accept they are beings beyond your comprehension and let us move on from that subject. Please tell me you aren't a 'humans only' advocate," Reginald sighed, shaking his head.

"And what's wrong if I am? At least those of us who remained human proved our loyalty to our race!"

"No, those of you who remained humans were selected by weaker or cheapskate deities who couldn't look through your past and your mentality to find what truly suited your personality. Then again, your personality is probably the same as a standard corrupt politician, so tell me how much it will cost me to get what I want put through Congress. I know you have enough blackmail and you probably have maxed out the System benefits from that Skill, to make it happen."

"I AM NOT CORRUPT! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK THAT WAY TO ME, YOUR OWN MOTHER!"

"Oh, stuff it. I'm using Digital Communion to make sure this call is clean. Give me a figure. I want the USA to swap to the System Currency, I want laws to create an Adventurer's Guild. You should have all the same documents in your inbox now that Robert has."

"Reginald, you're pushing much harder than I expected..." Robert started to say before Elinore cut him off.

"You worthless, game addicted, pathetic excuse for a son... Fine, you want me to name a price? Get your 'gods' to leave and never return."

"That isn't going to happen and you know it, Mother. I'll give you fifty-two Capital Construction Cores and fifty-one AI-Driven Dungeon Master Cores. That's one for each state, DC, and one to disassemble and study. I control the Dungeon at Tarmac, so Oklahoma might not need another dungeon. I will also give you ten thousand System Gold."

"Oh no, you're not getting off that easily. You will give me two hundred and sixty of those Capital Construction Cores and two hundred and sixty Dungeon Cores that are able to be controlled directly. In addition to those, you will give me every magitech item you can create and every blueprint for magitech devices. You will also give me ten million gold in System Currency."

"Mother, for ten million gold, I can buy the entire planet from the system shop and make whatever laws I want according to the Gods. We have four interstellar ships headed our way with immigrants who likely could purchase from the system a good dose of the planet when they get here. I am not putting that much power in your hands. I'll give you fifty-two Capical Cores, a hundred City Construction Cores, and a hundred AI-run Dungeon Cores. Unless you have someone you are willing to transfer into a Construction Core, you're SoL regarding a person driven one. I'll give you a hundred thousand gold and the blueprints of the simpler magitech items and weapons, which require less than twenty-five levels of Magitech Engineering to understand and build."

"All goods from your dungeon face a fifty percent tariff."

"That's bullshit and you know it! I can provide food for the entire nation if I felt like it. The maximum I will allow is a ten percent tax on system currency dropped in the dungeon and a ten percent tax on system currency transactions. Don't bother trying to get more than that from me."

"I want everything you know on these 'gods', the 'immigrants' you claim are coming, and you to keep them from interfering in our electoral process."

"I can make that request, but you must allow the immigrants land if they choose to settle here."

"Only if they lease it, otherwise they can try to mix in with the rest of society like good little immigrants. You will also assist in training the Department of Magical Conduct."

"Will you be willing to make this a System Contract?"

"Are these Contracts binding?"

"More so than your legal paperwork," Reginald snorted.

"Then Yes, I will accept this as a System Contract."

She blinked as a window popped up in front of her.

Congratulations! You have struck a Deal as a representative of your government - The Federal Government of the United States of America!

The Federal Governement will push through all laws suggested by Reginald in regards to Adventurers, Guilds, and Magitech and the conversion to System Currency.

The Federal Government will NOT nuke Tarmac Dungeon.

The Federal Government will allow System Accepted Immigration, provided they rent land from the government or merge with society.

The Federal Government will remove the Quarantine of Tarmac Dungeon.

The Federal Government will remove the military outpost from Tarmac Dungeon.

In return the Federal Government of the United States of America shall receive:

Fifty-two (52) Capital Construction Cores

One hundred (100) City Construction Cores

One hundred (100) AI-Controlled Dungeon Cores

One hundred thousand (100,000) Gold System Currency

All Magitech Blueprints of Level 25 and below

Ten percent (10%) tax on System Currency Looted in Tarmac Dungeon

Ten percent (10%) tax on System Currency item sales around Tarmac Dungeon

Reginald's Information on the Pantheon

Reginald's Information on Rabitteer Immigration Ships and Immigrants

A Sincere request from Reginald to the Pantheon to not interfere with Earth Politics

Training for Department of Magical Conduct Officers at Tarmac Dungeon

Do you accept this System Contract?

Note: If you Break a System Contract, you will be penalized by the System. You are making this Contract on behalf of the Federal Government of the United States of America. Any penalties will be applied to all members of this body (Executive, Legislative, Judicial Branches).

Yes / No

"In addition I want a personal ten thousand gold."

"I can agree to that, Mother."

Congratulations! You have struck a Deal as a representative of your government - The Federal Government of the United States of America!

The Federal Governement will push through all laws suggested by Reginald in regards to Adventurers, Guilds, and Magitech and the conversion to System Currency.

The Federal Government will NOT nuke Tarmac Dungeon.

The Federal Government will allow System Accepted Immigration, provided they rent land from the government or merge with society.

The Federal Government will remove the Quarantine of Tarmac Dungeon.

The Federal Government will remove the military outpost from Tarmac Dungeon.

In return the Federal Government of the United States of America shall receive:

Fifty-two (52) Capital Construction Cores

One hundred (100) City Construction Cores

One hundred (100) AI-Controlled Dungeon Cores

One hundred thousand (100,000) Gold System Currency

All Magitech Blueprints of Level 25 and below

Ten percent (10%) tax on System Currency Looted in Tarmac Dungeon

Ten percent (10%) tax on System Currency item sales around Tarmac Dungeon

Reginald's Information on the Pantheon

Reginald's Information on Rabitteer Immigration Ships and Immigrants

A Sincere request from Reginald to the Pantheon to not interfere with Earth Politics

Training for Department of Magical Conduct Officers at Tarmac Dungeon

Addendum:

You will personally receive ten thousand (10,000) Gold System Currency.

Do you accept this System Contract?

Note: If you Break a System Contract, you will be penalized by the System. You are making this Contract on behalf of the Federal Government of the United States of America. Any penalties will be applied to all members of this body (Executive, Legislative, Judicial Branches).

Yes / No

"I accept."

You have unlocked System Menu: Government!

"What the fuck is with these pop ups and menus?" she snarled.

"While that isn't covered in our agreement, I shall send you information regarding it as well. I recommend that you use the 100,000 gold that was transfered to the Government Account to purchase the areas of the world where the United States already rules. You will find that the System Menus will be able to speed up government work quite nicely. Check your email for all the laws and requested information. Oh, and look at your desk."

When she turned her head to look at her desk, she saw a huge bag on it marked '10,000'. "Is that my personal Gold?"

"Yes, and I would recommend you store it in your Inventory. Think 'Inventory' to access it. I'm hanging up now, the plane is about to land. I'll see you in a few minutes Robert."

With that, Reginald hung up and Robert sighed. "Well, that was intriguing. I'll have to find out more about what happened from him, since I doubt you'll give me in depth information, Aunt Elinore. I have to hang up because we are indeed about to land. I'll call later after seeing about setting up the training facility for the Department of Magical Conduct. We might want to try to slip in a required service response from local adventurers in case of Magical or Monster Emergency into the Laws."

Robert hung up and Elinore opened her Inventory for the first time, and transfered the almost impossible to lift bag into her Inventory with a touch. "Maybe this System isn't so bad..." she muttered before sitting down and checking her emails from her son with the many files she had been promised.