Spaceships And Magic, What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
When I died I didn't expect to wake up with dark beings of immeasurable power looming over me. I didn't expect to be given new life in a brand new world. Now, armed with a powerful system that makes me stronger after every fight, I might be the last thing standing between the multiverse and absolute annihilation. As I complete quests, defeat foes and become stronger, I still don't know if I'll be able to save this world, my old world and all the worlds in between. "And below... the MAW beckoned..." Come check out the discord to speak to the author and other readers: https://discord.gg/BEJgcRVVev
Snoop
Our primary job, as people were being teleported down to the surface of the planet, wasn't actually anything to do with the people that were arriving.
We were on the lookout for anyone trying to snoop around, causing the refugees that had arrived on Actaeon any undue stress in this incredibly trying time.
One of the many things that had been listed in the dossier that I had been given as a brief primer on Actaeon is that many of the people that already lived here weren't actually all that happy with a few million new lifeforms arriving on their world.
For the most part, Actaeon was actually one of the more segregated worlds that had put themselves under the protection of the Guard.
Prespian city had been a complete melting pot of cultures and people, with races from all over the galaxy coming to join the society that had grown in the megabuildings.
This, however, made a great deal of sense.