Eisen stepped into his dungeon-workshop. Since there were a lot of things the he needed to make for the dungeon in general, he figured that it was a good idea to create a separate space for him on one of the deepest floors where he could work on everything without being bothered all too much.
At the same time, he figured it might be a good reward for those that managed to reach deep enough into the dungeon. Like a safe space where they could make a single request to Eisen, within limits, and he would make them a fitting item.
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.
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.