Chapter 16: We’re Making Progress
Ragnar spent the next three days in a state of profound frustration.
His new C-Rank Creation skill was a marvel, but his grand plan for an intelligent advisor had backfired spectacularly.
Val’sharah, the expensive and elegant Dark Elf, followed him around with silent, graceful loyalty, occasionally offering him advice in her melodic, incomprehensible language.
For all the good it did, she might as well have been reciting grocery lists.
His other new creations, the Orcs, were a much simpler story. He had spent 25 CP on one as a test. The creature that appeared was a seven-foot-tall mountain of green muscle with a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp.
It was armed with a massive, crude axe and possessed the intelligence of a particularly angry hammer.
Ragnar had mentally named him ’Smashy’. Smashy was great at hitting things, but terrible at everything else, including basic hygiene.
"I’m running a daycare for the violently stupid and the poetically unintelligible,"
Ragnar grumbled, slumped on his throne.
He was bored.
The "Farm" was running itself, with student parties arriving every six hours like a pizza delivery of experience points.