Redo! Last Chance for a Dying World!

Chapter 155: Meeting

When Geth came out of his mental sphere, he found Jack's party sitting around waiting on him.

"See, I told you he would come to before the meeting," Sindri stuck her tongue out towards the others.

Jack rolled his eyes, "What are you talking about? You're the one who was begging to let you wake him up."

Sindri blushed and looked away. She glanced at Geth to ensure that he wasn't laughing at her.

Geth, on the other hand, wasn't paying attention to them. He'd already left his seat and headed towards the shower.

He admired the way the room was set up. The wash area was akin to an indoor waterfall. Runes kept the water warm and filled the place with steam.

After soaking for some time, Geth donned his armor and joined the others heading towards the meeting location. He made sure to study as many of the Runes and Formations as he could on their way.

The meeting place was a small colosseum-type location further into the Dungeon. Geth took a seat near the back and waited patiently for everyone to arrive.

There were already close to twenty people in the room. As he sat down, he could feel almost every pair of eyes on him.

The section of bleacher that they were sitting on filled up quickly. The original twenty attendees had become close to fifty.

Storm had sat near the bottom of the bleachers. He was glad that she hadn't seen him when she walked in. 

Geth noted a few other familiar faces while he waited. The old man, Slim, constantly looked up toward him in an irritated fashion.

'I wonder why that old man seems to hate me so much,' Geth wondered.

He tried thinking back to his high school days, but he couldn't remember Slim being a coach or teacher. He wasn't the janitor, either.

'Maybe he was someone who worked in the office,' Geth shrugged it off. He couldn't be bothered with the man's pettiness.

Sindri nudged his arm, "Do you know what you're going to say?"

"Not really. Maybe join or die would be a good way to start," Geth chuckled.

Sindri's face turned worried.

"I'm kidding! Though, that is probably the most accurate way to put it."

Jack looked at him, "I suppose that just telling them the benefits would be enough. I mean, being able to purchase spells is the same as having a better chance at survival."

Geth nodded. He'd already told them some of the things that the Tower would be capable of when he finished conquering the Region.

"Look, there's Blade," Rift pointed out. Blade was walking out towards a flat space in front of the bleachers.

Cough. Cough.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologize for keeping you waiting. I would like to thank each of you for being here." 

Blade looked around at the crowd, his eyes lingering briefly when he spotted Geth.

"I've called this meeting to discuss moving out of the Dungeons. The-"

"Moving out of the Dungeons?! Have you gone crazy? We'll die if we are out in the wild for too long!"

A voice from the crowd cried out. Geth couldn't tell who it was, but it had come from somewhere near Slim.

"If you'll allow me to continue, please." 

Blade looked around to make sure that no one else wanted to shout.

"It has been brought to our attention that the Dungeons are more or less temporary housing. Each Local Region has two major Dungeons that are above ground.

Once this Dungeon is conquered, it becomes a small city. The cities are large enough to house thousands and have many benefits.

The meeting today is for us to decide whether it would be in our best interest to conquer our own Region. The other option would be to move into a Region that is already conquered."

Blade finished up his speech and then looked towards Geth.

"I'll have the man who owns the city come down and give you a brief description of the possible benefits. Please, show him some respect. 

Not only has he saved my life, but he is also the most powerful man in this room. Geth, if you would."

Blade sat on one of the bottom benches as all eyes turned toward Geth. He took his time walking down the steps and in front of the bleachers.

"Good morning, everyone. I'm glad that you were able to make it," Geth smiled and looked around at the faces in the bleachers.

"I'm sure that some of you recognize me as one of your past students. That being the case, most of you here know me reasonably well.

I've been made aware that you had to flee south due to the Direwolve's earlier attacks. I'm offering you an opportunity to come back home and a way to increase your chances of survival in the future."

Geth proceeded to tell them a few of the benefits that would come with the Tower, the amount of land available, and the merit system. 

He showed them the potions he had created and drew a few simple comfort Formations to finish his speech.

"If you have any questions before I take my seat, please feel free to ask."

Slim stood up from his seat in the crowd.

"Why should we join your city instead of creating our own?"

Geth shrugged, "It's entirely up to you. We only have two Dungeons left to conquer in the southern Local Region. The sooner the Tower can be opened up, the sooner we can all start receiving benefits."

Slim took his seat. After hearing Geth's speech and seeing the potions, his attitude had calmed quite a bit.

"Are there any other questions?"

No one else stood up. Geth could tell by their faces that they'd already made their decision.

He headed back to his seat and allowed the next person to speak. The meeting continued on with reports about the Dungeons that had been discovered nearby.

After everyone had finished speaking, Blade walked back to the front.

"All right, a ballot box will be placed here tomorrow. All of you will be required to vote. In the case of a tie, the other residents of the Dungeon will vote as well."

Blade looked around at the crowd to make sure that they understood.

"Alright, dismissed."