Siverra stood in his room, deep in thought as he pondered his next moves. "First off, I need some weaponry for my army," he mused to himself. "Next, I need better clothing. I can't fight a god in a robe! And after that, let's see... Ah, yes, the Crocoplant. I plan to bring him with me to grind some levels. He is my trump card, after all."
Lost in his thoughts, Siverra was suddenly interrupted by the sudden burst of noise as Jeran entered the room. The young man looked confused as he approached Siverra. "So... are you my master's teacher?" he asked, trying to make sense of the situation.
"Similar," Siverra replied slowly, his voice filled with a quiet power. "I saved your master. He was originally just a regular village elder. I gave him strength and a place to live. I am the god of that dimension."
Jeran's eyes widened in surprise at the revelation. "I see. Master said I should tell you about some things," he said, trying to compose himself. "First of all, I know how to enchant things. I also know how to use arrays."
Siverra's interest was piqued. "Enchanting?! Even arrays! This kid... It was well worth coming to this village," he thought to himself. "Can you enchant armor?" he asked Jeran, anticipation evident in his voice.
Jeran hesitated before replying. "Yes, but not as well. It's harder to enchant armor because there usually isn't much of the creator's passion stored within the item. Therefore, it's hard to manipulate the mana into it," he explained, struggling to put his thoughts into words.
"How about this robe?" Siverra asked, offering it up to Jeran for inspection.
Jeran's eyes scanned the robe, taking in its every detail. "Sure," he replied, but his tone was tinged with caution. "But the appearance will probably change, also I need you to inject all of your mana into the robe for it to recognize you as someone to use the enchantment," he added with a smile.
"Okay, no problem," Siverra replied, taking the robe back from Jeran. He closed his eyes, focusing his energy and injecting his mana into the fabric. Jeran's expression shifted, his face a complex mix of shock and awe.
Siverra handed the robe back to Jeran, watching as he stared at it in horror. "This amount of mana...this...this will be the best enchant ever done!" Jeran exclaimed, his voice laced with a hint of fear. "The appearance is also related to the mana, just wait I'll come back in 3 months!" With that, he snatched up the robe and darted away to a nearby room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Siverra couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he contemplated the potential of the enchanted robe. Perhaps it would be just the thing he needed to achieve his goals. But he knew there was still much work to be done. He needed to procure weapons, grind levels, and recruit more people to his cause. He also needed to establish alliances with other kingdoms. Thankfully, he had a plan for it all. With steely determination, he set out to make his ambitions a reality.