On the one hand, my principles made it so that I was reluctant to actually complain about my situation too much, as I was technically an illegal migrant. Not exactly a willing one, as I had no freaking idea HOW I ended up across dimensional lines, or that interdimensional travel was possible in the first place, but as it turns out? That did not matter much to the people that I came across. No, I was a vagrant and illegal alien not registered on a corporate work visa and so I was guilty. And had a choice of punishments in fact, because 'Justice is a Collaborative Social Effort.'

Now, there had been five options to chose from... and all were various kinds of indentured servitude contracts. Which was... yeah. It was a place that looked like what you would see out of the science fiction stories. Chrome, glass, high buildings and flying cars, the works. And one of said contracts was to literally be a gladiator in bouts to the death, because 'human lives were cheap and who cared if a few dozen people died, that was just good ratings!' Which really? I decided to take the one that would have me go far away. Very far away.

See, they were partially up front, in that there were some technologies capable of terraforming a world inside a normal human lifetime! And while they could indeed automate them, why not send some criminals out to do it manually? With you know, an in system platform that would monitor the terraforming effort and destroy any space craft carrying human life that tried to leave the orbit of the planet. Because of course, the rehabilitation would only work if I stuck to the program and did not try to escape, which would result in the termination of my existence visa.

Which is why I was hurtling to the ground, inside of a landing pod, wearing a suit that would recycle my waste products, prove me with oxygen, heat and cool me, protect me from radiation and even display my various vital signs in a convenient hub format. And then there was the multi-tool. The freaking multi-tool. See, it was capable of digitizing raw recourses and then combining them before projecting them back into conventional space, basically allowing for the transmutation of matter. And with its own independent and separate power source that would outlast the normal human lifetime.

So, again, they pretty much had technological magic, but they liked to use other methods when it came to 'rehabilitation and entertainment.' Because there was an option to have this entire thing recorded in exchange for credits on successful terraforming. And yeah, I refused that because I would hold onto the shattered imaginary shards of my dignity. In any case, I had a few advantages, as small as they happened to be. That or the hallucinations were fairly consistent, either or really, but I would have thought this entire thing was as well not that long ago.

Still, a book that said 'myths of the harem king' was perhaps a bit much on the nose. And sounded at least partially like a trap. But, there was no reason NOT to open it up, to see what exactly was available... and as the damn thing burst apart, lights sinking into me, a character sheet being visible. I laughed, as the door of the pod opened, hissing, a barrier keeping the oxygen inside. Because, as a reward for crossing the dimensional gap? I got class levels, gestalt and a template. And exile on a world that would need to be terraformed, but life.

And apparently, my 'rewards' were going to be based on the terraformation level, though from what I could tell on a casual look and how different parts of my preloaded build interacted with it? There was a good chance of eventual epic levels long before the terraforming was finished. And part of that was mythos... and part of that was the fact I was a Harem Summoner. Which was basically being able to summon multiple non combat minions. Which would help, as all said and done? There would only be environmental dangers, no wild beasts. No stalking aliens.

Just me, the powers I gained and those that I would be summoning to act as companions to half the long slide towards isolation induced psychosis. Because sure, they had a months supply of sealed food in the crate next to the pods crafting station, but there had been the very clear message that there would, in fact, be no resupply. I'd either unlock enough of the terraforming parameters to begin the cultivation of meals to keep me going, or I would simply die. This information was given in a cheerful customer service tone and voice by the way.

Still... it may have been cowardly of me, but I was not going to summon my first two companions just yet. No, as more and more of this reminded me of some of the games I played on steam, I was going to actually make a habitat first, a place I would be able to make into a long term base of operations, as they would be stuck inside until things reached the Breathable Atmosphere stage, which could take a while and was apparently not the end of the process. But it would be close, if it matched up to my memories.

All in all, it only took three days. Three days for the resources to be collected, the land cleared, and the bare bones of the habitat made. In some respects, it was little more than a set of five habitat modules 'east/west,' five 'north/south' and three stacked up on each other. Which yes, ended up being seventy five living habitats total, linked by internal stairs on top of a hill overlooking my landing site. It was blocky, but there was a view, even as I spotted the falling dust waterfall to the north in the iridium cave.

The bottom floor would hold the storage and crafting stations, along with one of the 'office' set ups, while the second floor is where I planned on putting the food production... once I was able to locate some seeds and actually unlocked the blueprints. Meanwhile, the top floor would be the living quarters. Again, it was somewhat... spartan at the moment and my eidolon's were totally going to talk about it about a woman's touch. I had some plans... but needed to source the materials. And I was hesitant to open any of the chests in case life mimicked the games more and more useful loot would come if I held off.

I already had a major expedition planned, as enough was matching up that there were a few places I could hit close by, But first... I would preform the rites of summoning, as I reached out into the ether, to call unto me... a pair of draconic MILF's.