Spending My Retirement In A Game

But right now, Eisen was going to focus more on the dungeon itself. One of the newer floors was going to have a theme inspired by Eisen's journey through the giants' country; a homage to the place where here grew up in this world. And, to some degree, it was also going to be a way for him to deal with the things that happened. He was fairly open about his emotions, of course.

He had no issues talking about certain aspects of what troubled him, but at the end of the day, he was still comforted a lot through his work. Craftsmanship was a creative outlet for him that helped him through most of the hard times in his life.

And luckily, even if the ever-changing influence that the system had on him messed with his use of his skills, making and building things was something that Eisen had originally learned on earth anyway; the system never ended up giving him any particular support in that aspect anyway.

For other skills, like changing his size through his Giant racial skill, the system's assistance made it easier, allowing him to smoothly affect every part of his body at once without even thinking about it. With the system's assistance waning, it was a bit more awkward there.

Some parts of his body changed faster than others, and he would end up uncannily disproportionate, even if he always ended up falling back into his normal proportions sooner or later. But with things like this, where Eisen was making things on his own, the only thing that the system really did was interpret Eisen's actions.

That was why he was able to calmly continue working, even if that was apparently still enough to make the system resistance skill level up.

But right now, Eisen accepted that the skill was going to keep leveling up. Rather, he chose to concentrate on actually using other skills and properly getting used to what was going on. And since there didn't seem to be any changes to the process of logging in and out yet, Eisen figured this was the best path of action.

If he was able to ween himself off the system with the use of that skill, he could act in ways that Samuel wouldn't be able to predict whatsoever.

The old man stepped into his workshop, looking at the checklist that he had laid out for himself of what he needed to do. The first thing on the list was a backpack, some bottles, as well as a few spare weapons and everyday tools that a traveler would need. However, they weren't just regular items, they were going to be items at a Giant's scale.

The first floor of the Giant section was an oversized forest. The people exploring the dungeon would proceed thinking that it's just a jungle, until they came across these items scattered about, as though someone had been attacked here, leaving all these objects behind. In fact, the boss monster of these floors would be an undead giant, the one that these items originally belonged to.

Quickly, Eisen got started. Even if the objects were supposed to look old and withered, the best way to do that in this situation was to make the base object first and then scuff it up later, even using some magic to make some of the objects rust or dry up as though they were left behind for forever.

First, the old man started with the backpack. He slowly and carefully increased his size as he stepped off the surface he was standing on. The human-scale workshop for this special floor was actually built on top of one of the giant-scale workshop's workbenches.

Evalia suggested it, saying that it would be a fun moment of realization for the people that reached this far, showing that this wasn't just a normal space.

Either way, for now, Eisen just had to get to work. He pulled out a roll of leather made from a giant ox's hide that he bought specifically for things like this during his travels throughout the giants' country. He used a long rope with small markings at 1-meter intervals to measure it out at the right size.

For a while, ever since Eisen had gotten that ability, he would make use of a blueprint ability. Basically, he would overlay it onto his materials and then simply trace what he had drawn out beforehand, but as the system grew weaker, Eisen realized that he had started becoming too strongly reliant on the system's supports.

In reality, that ability seemed to be a visualization-ability that helped Eisen better visualize the final item and what was needed to make them up; in a sort of mental-image way. However, being a bit harder to get used to, Samuel chose to pull the mental image out into a system window instead.

But after becoming aware of the ability's true nature, Eisen had started using the mental image form of it, though it did require him to measure things out manually again. But even if it took a little longer, it was also more fun than exclusively tracing things.

The first thing that Eisen did was cut out all the pieces that he needed. For the most part, they were really just rectangular pieces of leather. The front and back of the main body as as well as its two more narrow sides. And since this was a traveler's backpack, Eisen also cut out some squares that he would add onto the outside as extra pockets for smaller objects.

However, each of the pockets, and of course the backpack's main body, had top flaps with two rounded edges instead of sharp ones like the others. While he was at it, Eisen also cut out a few thinner strips of leather, not only for the shoulder straps, but also for the straps that would be used to keep each of the pockets, and the main backpack, closed.

Just so that the backpack would keep its shape more easily, especially when fallen over onto its side in the dungeon's forest, Eisen used alchemical transmutation to harden the squares of the bottoms of the main body and pockets. Not to the point that they were completely solid, but just enough to not flop as much as the other parts.

In Eisen's hand, the ego-tool Bai turned from a knife into a needle, as the old man picked up a large spool of rope. Though to a giant, this was the equivalent of thread. Luckily, through the help of Melissa's tendency to create many different bee colonies, Eisen had a lot of beeswax to make use of. Right now, he had a large lump of it in his hand, which was larger than a human's body.

As he unspooled part of the rope, he ran it over the beeswax to coat it in a thin layer of it. This was just to avoid rope-burn on the edges of the leather as he sewed it all together.

Quickly, Eisen put together the backpack's main body, and it didn't take much longer for him to add the outer pockets to the mix either. He attached the straps all over the backpack too, and then put the half-finished piece to the side. There were still a few more things to do before Eisen could get to scuffing the backpack up. The most important one being the metal buckles for the straps.

They couldn't just loosely hang there, after all.

For the material, Eisen chose some brass. It was a cheap material and simply looked good; he himself used to travel around with a backpack like this with leather buckles on it.

The old man stopped for a moment, closing his eyes. He sorted through the memory. Was it Benjamin that did that, or was it Eisen? No, maybe it was both. As he traveled in his younger years, Benjamin had a few different backpacks. Just one of them was leather, but it had steel buckles.

He made it himself, so he knew that for sure. His other backpacks were made of fabric, since they had lower upkeep than leather bags. What he was thinking of here was a memory from Eisen, who tended to use leather instead.

It took him a while to get the processes, farms, and tools in order to get a regular supply of the type of fabric he could use for backpacks in his younger years here in this world, and since he hunted a lot anyway and had much more leather, he tended to make use of that a lot more. Good. Now that that was cleared up, Eisen continued with his work.

This was something that he started doing a lot during the past month. He had his moments were memories just naturally popped up in his mind. To deal with all that a bit better, he found that it was useful to figure out if those were memories or pieces of knowledge from his time on Earth, or from his time in this world. But he didn't spend too much time on it.

He would have these moments at least once or twice a day, so setting aside an hour every time would be too much. No, he wanted to get this done sooner rather than later. Right now he could work on this since they were on the ship back to Asgard anyway, but he would need to worry about other matters once there.

Either way, Eisen placed a brass ingot into his forge.