Arthur watched the system streams scroll past in silence.
Dungeon gates.
Quest completions.
Player movement.
Everything was functioning.
Arthur looked back at Floor 5's framework.
Gold requirements.
Guild registration.
City departure.
He nodded to himself.
"Floor 5 is simple," he said quietly.
He traced the city boundary with his finger.
"They earn coin."
"They struggle."
"And when they finally leave the starting town…"
His eyes narrowed.
"That's when they move forward."
Toward the Royal Capital.
Arthur opened a new layer.
[OVERLAND ROUTE SYSTEM]
A blank continent unfolded in front of him.
No markers.
No roads.
Just raw land.
Mountains.
Rivers.
Forests.
Plains.
Arthur studied it in silence.
"So the journey becomes a floor too," he murmured.
Not a single arena.
Not a closed trial.
A living stretch of world.
He began drawing.
A main road carved itself from the starting city toward the Royal Capital, winding around mountain ranges, crossing wide rivers, threading through forests.
many major stop cities appeared along the route.
A frontier trade town near monster territory.
A river port famous for caravans and mercenaries.
A fortified crossroads controlled by nobles and guards.
....
...
..
.
Each would offer rest.
Quests.
Supplies.
New dangers.
Arthur leaned back.
Then shook his head.
"No," he said quietly.
"One road isn't enough."
He reopened the map.
The glowing line split.
Then split again.
Side routes branched off through darker forests.
A longer path curved around the mountains.
A risky shortcut cut straight through monster-heavy plains.
Arthur watched the network grow.
Players wouldn't be forced down a single story.
They would choose.
Safety or speed.
Crowded roads with caravans…
or lonely trails filled with danger.
Some paths would have more cities.
Others would have fewer stops but better rewards.
Arthur traced each route carefully.
"Let them decide how they reach the capital."
He finalized it.
[MULTI-PATH OVERLAND SYSTEM: ENABLED]
Arthur folded his hands behind his back.
"Every choice changes the journey."
And sometimes…
the journey changes them.
Arthur lifted one hand.
A new prompt appeared.
[CITY DESIGNATION REQUIRED]
The system highlighted every major stop along the glowing routes.
Blank markers pulsed softly.
Arthur exhaled.
"Go on," he said. "Name them."
The interface processed terrain data, trade patterns, historical weight.
Then the suggestions surfaced.
[SYSTEM GENERATED CITY NODES]
• Thornreach — Frontier trade town near monster territory
• Rivermark — River port city of caravans and mercenaries
• Ironcross — Fortified crossroads under noble control
• Ashvale — Forest-side settlement known for hunters and scouts
• Greyford — Mountain pass city built around ancient bridges
Arthur glanced over the list.
Then waved it away.
He closed the detail panels.
"Let's just name them for now. No histories. No roles."
"I'll shape their identities later."
The system acknowledged.
[CITY DETAILS: DEFERRED]
Arthur paused.
Then a new thought surfaced.
He straightened.
"Actually… first the kingdom."
"Give me kingdom names," Arthur said.
[SYSTEM SUGGESTION — IMPERIAL DESIGNATIONS]
• Solvaris Empire
• Aetherfall Dominion
• Crownveil Imperium
• Astryx Sovereignty
• Valemarch Empire
• Radiant Accord
• Obsidian Crown
• Everfall Imperium
Arthur studied them in silence.
One by one, the names hovered in front of him.
Solvaris.
Aetherfall.
Crownveil.
Astryx.
They sounded grand.
They sounded powerful.
They also sounded artificial.
Arthur slowly shook his head.
"No," he said.
"These don't feel right."
He dismissed the panel with a flick of his fingers.
"They sound like something a machine would invent."
He paced a step forward, hands clasped behind his back.
"This is supposed to be a human kingdom."
A place with farmers.
Merchants.
Children running through streets.
Old men arguing in taverns.
Not some abstract empire carved out of fantasy syllables.
Arthur looked back at the empty map.
"I want names that feel lived in," he said quietly.
"Names that sound like people could actually be born there."
He turned back to the system.
"Give me something simpler."
"Something grounded."
"Something human."
The interface flickered, recalculating.
Arthur waited.
This world deserved better than pretty words.
It deserved names that could carry history.
The interface pulsed again.
A new set of names formed, slower this time.
Less polished.
Heavier.
Arthur read through them carefully, letting each one sit in his mind for a moment. These weren't grand titles meant to impress. They felt grounded, like names that could belong to real places with real people living ordinary lives beneath their banners.
Then his gaze stopped.
"Demitri…"
He repeated it softly.
The word carried weight. It sounded old. Steady. Like a kingdom that had survived wars, famine, and generations of rulers. Not flashy. Not dramatic. Just solid.
Arthur nodded once.
"That's it."
He selected the name.
[PRIMARY KINGDOM SET: DEMITRI KINGDOM]
The world map responded instantly. Borders formed along rivers and mountain ranges. Trade routes adjusted. Influence zones settled naturally, as if the land itself accepted the decision.
Arthur didn't linger.
He opened the capital designation panel.
"If there's a kingdom," he said quietly, "it needs a center."
A single marker glowed at the heart of the territory.
This time, Arthur didn't wait for suggestions.
He typed the name himself.
Taxila.
The letters locked into place.
[ROYAL CAPITAL ASSIGNED: TAXILA]
Arthur stepped back slowly.
Demitri Kingdom.
Capital — Taxila.
He watched as everything aligned around those two anchors, roads stretching outward, cities reorganizing themselves in relation to the capital.
Now it wasn't just a system-generated world.
It was a place.
A destination.