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UL1 - Book 11 - Chapter 109
🕑 Added 2025-12-16 14:00:13 +0000 UTCMax found them waiting in the gathering room.
"Well?" Fowl asked. "Did the little gnome try to sell you a bridge?"
Max pulled out a chair and sat down heavily. "He tried to sell me a portal network. Same thing, really."
"That bad?" Tanila asked.
"That's the problem." Max rubbed his thumb along his knuckles. "It wasn't bad at all. Everything he said made sense. Every term seemed fair. Every concern I raised, he had an answer for."
Silence settled over the room for a few seconds.
"You don't trust it," Rakonath said. It wasn't a question.
"I don't trust him." Max looked around the table. "But I'm not sure that matters anymore."
He spent the next half hour explaining everything. The three tiers of membership. The fees and obligations. The mutual defense clauses and what they meant. The arbitration system for disputes. The fact that even Igarra had been part of the network and played by the rules.
Jazzjak took notes on his tablet, occasionally asking clarifying questions. The others listened, their expressions shifting as Max laid out each detail.
"He mentioned Igarra specifically?" Cordellia asked, her stylus pausing mid-stroke.
"By name. Said she was difficult but understood the value of trade." Max shook his head. "It felt deliberate. Like he was telling me that even aggressive gods can work within the system."
"Or warning you what happens to gods who don't," Sog muttered.
"That thought crossed my mind."
Fowl shifted in his seat, his armor creaking slightly. "What about the enforcement side? You said disputes go to arbitration. Who sits on this council? How do they decide who's right?"
"Senior members of the collective. The ones who've been around longest."
"So the old guard," the dwarf said, frowning. "The ones who know all the tricks and have all the connections. Convenient for them."
"That's how these things usually work," Batrire said quietly. "The ones who write the rules always write them in their favor."
Max nodded. "Nerdok made it sound simple. Fair. But you're right. The details matter, and he was very good at glossing over them."
"What about leaving?" Tanila asked. "You said there's an exit clause."
"Trade Partners can leave with thirty days' notice. Associate Members need a year. Full Members need three years." Max paused. "He made a point of saying no one has ever wanted to leave. That bothered me more than the terms themselves."
"Because it's either true and the system works perfectly," Rakonath said slowly, "or it's a lie designed to make us comfortable."
"Or leaving has consequences he didn't mention," Cordellia added.
The room fell quiet again as everyone considered that possibility.
When Max finished his full explanation, Fowl was the first to break the silence.
"So we've got three choices," the dwarf said, counting on his fingers. "One, we stay out entirely and keep struggling with DP. Two, we join as Trade Partners with almost no strings attached. Three, we go deeper and accept more obligations for more benefits."
"That's the summary, yes."
"Bah." Fowl shook his head. "I hate when things sound too reasonable. Makes me think I'm missing something."
"You're not the only one," Batrire said softly.
"There's something else," Max said, and the tone of his voice made everyone straighten. "Nerdok knew about Miranna."
Tanila's expression hardened. "What do you mean?"
"He asked about her by name. Asked if she'd completed the tower. Congratulated me on her achievement." Max met his wife's eyes. "I never told him any of that. Not her name, not about the tower, nothing."
"How?" Sog pushed off from the wall, his casual posture gone. "How does a helper on another world know details about your daughter?"
"That's the question, isn't it?" Max said. "Either he has sources we don't know about, or he's been watching us far more closely than we realized."
"Or he's not just a helper," Jazzjak said quietly.
Everyone turned to the vorpal rabbit.
"We've discussed this before," their helper continued. "The possibility that Nerdok is something more than what he claims. If he's a god playing the role of a helper, he'd have access to information networks we can't even imagine."
"And we'd be inviting him directly into our world," Cordellia said. "A portal isn't just a doorway for trade. It's a connection. A line of communication. A way to watch everything that comes and goes."
"He's already watching," Max replied. "He proved that today. A portal doesn't change that. It just makes it more official."
"So we're already compromised," Rakonath said slowly. "The question is whether we gain enough from the arrangement to offset the risk."
"Exactly."
Jazzjak cleared his throat. Everyone turned to the vorpal rabbit.
"I've been running calculations while you talked," their helper said. "Based on the traffic patterns Max described at the hub, and the typical DP generation from inter-world trade, I can estimate what a portal might bring us."
Numbers appeared in the air above the table, floating in soft blue light.
"As Trade Partners, assuming moderate traffic and standard commerce, we'd likely see an increase of roughly fifteen to twenty percent in daily DP generation. That's not counting any new species that might settle here, which would be prohibited under the Trade Partner arrangement anyway."
"Fifteen to twenty percent," Fowl muttered. "That's a lot… and even I’m not good at math."
"You’re right." Jazzjak adjusted the display. "Over the course of a year, that translates to a substantial boost. Over a decade, it compounds significantly. Over the time we have remaining before protection ends..."
He let the numbers speak for themselves. The projected totals floated in the air, and Max watched his friends' expressions shift as they understood the implications.
"If we upgraded to Associate Members and allowed settlement, the increase could be significantly higher," Jazzjak continued. "I doubt we’d see a forty percent gain, but in a few decades… who knows."
"And Full Members?" Cordellia asked.
"Difficult to estimate. The defensive obligations could cost us resources, but the emergency access provisions could save us in a crisis. It's a gamble either way."
"Everything's a gamble," Sog said. "The question is which gamble gives us the best odds."
Batrire leaned forward, her eyes glancing at all of them. "What happens if we don't do this? If we stay isolated and keep doing what we've been doing?"
Jazzjak's ears flattened slightly. "Then we continue at our current pace. Which means..." He pulled up another set of numbers. "We'll likely reach our goals, but with very little margin for error. Any setback, any unexpected cost, any crisis that drains our resources, and we fall short."
"And falling short means dying," Fowl said bluntly.
"For some of you, possibly," their helper replied.
The weight of that statement settled over the room like a physical thing. Max watched his friends absorb it, saw the fear they tried to hide behind determined expressions.
"What's your gut say?" Tanila asked him quietly.
He took a breath before answering. "My gut says Nerdok is playing a game I don't understand. My gut says there's a trap somewhere in all of this that I can't see yet. My gut says we should walk away and figure out another path."
"But?"
"But my gut also says we're running out of time." Max met her eyes. "We've been grinding for over a hundred and fifty years. We've done everything we can think of. Built obelisks, created champions, optimized every system Jazzjak could devise. And we're still not where we need to be."
"So we take the risk," Sog said.
"We take a calculated risk," Batrire corrected, echoing her words from the previous meeting. "There's a difference."
"Is there?" her husband asked.
"Yes." The dwarven healer's voice was firm. "A calculated risk means we go in with our eyes open. We know Nerdok is probably not what he claims to be. We know there's probably some angle we're not seeing. We accept those unknowns and plan around them."
"How do you plan around something you can't see?" Sog asked.
"You prepare for everything." Batrire's voice was steady. "You build fallback positions. You keep secrets of your own. You never let them see all your cards."
"She's right," Rakonath rumbled. "We've faced enemies before who knew more than they should have. We survived because we were prepared for betrayal, even when we hoped it wouldn't come."
Cordellia nodded slowly. "Trade Partners seems like the obvious starting point. Minimal exposure, quick exit if needed, but enough access to see how the system actually works from the inside."
"Agreed," Rakonath said. "We can always upgrade later if the benefits prove worthwhile. We cannot undo damage if we commit too deeply too quickly."
"What about the information Nerdok already has?" Tanila asked. "He knows about Miranna. What else does he know? What else has he learned that we haven't realized yet?"
"We can't control what he already knows," Max said. "We can only control what we give him going forward. And if we're careful, we might be able to learn how he's getting his information in the first place."
"Turn the surveillance back on him," Sog said, a hint of approval in his voice. "I like it."
"It's not about liking it," Max replied. "It's about survival. Nerdok has been watching us. Fine. Now we watch him. We take his portal, use his network, and pay attention to everything. Every contact, every trader, every piece of information that flows through. Somewhere in all of that, there's a thread we can pull."
Fowl grunted. "And if we pull it and the whole thing unravels?"
"Then we'll deal with that when it happens." Max looked around the table. "We've dealt with worse. We'll deal with this too."
One by one, the others nodded their agreement. Even Fowl, after a theatrical sigh and eye roll, gave a grudging nod.
"Then we're decided?" Max asked.
"We're decided," Tanila confirmed. "Trade Partners. Minimal commitment. And we watch everything."
"I'll contact Nerdok," Max said. "Let him know we're interested in discussing terms."
"Not too eager," Jazzjak warned. "If he thinks we're desperate, he'll push for more."
"I know." Max smiled slightly. "I'll tell him we've considered his offer and have some questions about the specific terms. Keep him talking. The more he explains, the more chances he has to slip up."
"And if he doesn't slip up?" Sog asked.
"Then either he's exactly what he claims to be, or he's too good at this game for us to catch. Either way, we'll have learned something."
The meeting broke up slowly, gods drifting out in ones and twos. Fowl and Batrire left together, the dwarf already muttering about needing a drink. Cordellia departed with her tablet, still making notes. Sog gave Max a nod before slipping out, and Rakonath shifted back to his dragon form before taking flight through the large window that had been designed for exactly that purpose.
Jazzjak lingered for a moment.
"You're doing the right thing," the vorpal rabbit said quietly. "I know it doesn't feel that way. I know you'd rather have certainty. But sometimes the right choice is the one that keeps the most doors open."
"Even if one of those doors leads to a trap?"
"Especially then." Jazzjak hopped down from his cushions. "At least you know it might be there. That's more than most gods ever get."
He left, and Max stayed behind, staring at the empty chairs, the table that Fowl had stolen from their old faction hall so many years ago. How many decisions had been made at this table? How many plans hatched, debates settled, arguments resolved?
We're really doing this.
We don't have many other options.
I know. That's what worries me.
Nerdok is dangerous. But so are we. Whatever game he's playing, he doesn't know everything about us. He doesn't know about me, not really. He doesn't know what we can do when we're cornered.
Let's hope we don't have to show him.
Agreed. But if we do...
If we do, we make sure he regrets it.
Tanila appeared at the doorway, waiting for him.
"Coming?" she asked.
Max pushed back from the table and stood. "Yeah. Just thinking."
"About Nerdok?"
"About everything." He walked to her side and took her hand. "We've come so far. Built so much. I don't want to see it all torn down because I trusted the wrong person."
"Then don't trust him," Tanila said simply. "Use him. Take what we need and give as little as possible in return. That's how the game is played, isn't it?"
Max smiled despite himself. "When did you get so ruthless?"
"I learned from watching you deal with every other enemy who thought they could manipulate us." She squeezed his hand. "Nerdok thinks he's the hunter. Let's make sure he finds out he's wrong."
"And if he's not wrong? If he really is just a helpful gnome running a portal network?"
Tanila's smile carried an edge. "Then no harm done. But we both know that's not what's happening here."
Max nodded. They both knew that wasn’t the case.
They left the gathering room together, leaving the empty table and chairs behind. The decision was made. For better or worse, they were opening a door.
All that remained was to see what came through it.
Comments
Ben
They can't communicate with them until they get tier 6 gods if I'm correct. When Max teleported back to his old world something he should not have the ability to do he almost got in a lot of trouble with the system.
Daniel
I think they would have asked their (former) dwarf God or Pinus of what they thought
