Perhaps after some grinding?

It takes an immense amount of willpower to look away from the beautiful scene in front of you. With this statue as confirmation, it became clear that cleaning out and repairing the tomb would be a core feature of your new base.

With this in mind, you definitely need more scarabs. Not to downplay how proud of and happy with this one you are, but one would most certainly not cut it if you are going to get this dungeon up and running in time.

With this in mind, there is no doubt what you need to do. You need fame, for this, and for a lot of other things that may become important. You also needed experience in order to level up, and if you understood how the system worked well enough, you would no longer get set back to level 5 every time you died.

Now, there is of course a major question. How the hell do you gain fame? The only things you had done so far were something you couldn't recreate, as well as being talked about by beings you hope with all your willpower have now forgotten you.

So, you need fame, which means you need to become known or spread word in some way. But... how? How can you get word of yourself out there in a way that isn't just going to get you killed? It also could be in a way that gather's experience, but you lacked the strength to fight most adventurers.

As you pondered, a new message appeared.

No hostile creatures detected
Deactivating Raid Boost

You look over the message for a moment, then a feeling of concern overtakes you. You quickly look back, but see that Sahara is still alive just fine, done with her drinking and instead filling her waterskin in the basin.

You look back to the message confused for a moment before something clicks. It must be that she is no longer hostile. But that raised a concern of the fact she was still hostile that entire time. You look at her cautiously as you think about the implications of this message.

She notices your staring, and looks at you and back to the water. "I'm sorry, was I not supposed to take any of the water?" She begins to withdraw her water skin, but you shake your head and wave your hands to dismiss the thought.

You ponder for a moment before getting an idea. You go up to Sahara, before remembering you have no means of direct communication. You tap your jaw a bit before walking over to the large sand pile and writing out a question.

She cautiously approaches before reading it aloud, "'Are there any monsters nearby?'" She looks to you confused, "Why are you asking me this?"

You write out your answer, hoping it will satisfy her. "I wish to know my surroundings."

She seems baffled by this response, "How do you not know your own surroundings?"

You write back, annoyed with her rude response. "I don't get to get out much, seeing as I had to constantly clean the place before, and always died whenever I left."

She let out a sigh, "I guess that is fair." She considered for a moment, "well, there's a camp of goblins not too far down to the south. To the west is nothing for a very long ways, but I believe we are directly east of the Lizardfolk capital, so you'll get there eventually. North is a direction I would not recommend, near constant storms and nothing of note otherwise to my knowledge. And east of us..." She looked somewhat ****, "Is where I am from."

You take in these options, and begin writing out your own thoughts on a map you create in the sand. "North: Not good, nothing we need. East: Fennicfolk, possibly what we need, not certain. South: Goblins, definitely good for experience, unknown on fame. West: Capital, definitely fame, probably not experience."

She looks over your shoulder as you write, making a comment as you jot notes about the east, "You do know we are the Zerdans, not Fennicfolk, right?"

You write in response, "The gods commonly argue over true names, all adventurers simply use the '-folk' titles. Example: I am considered a 'Lizardfolk', but the name for our kind in our tongue is 'Reptas'." You don't know how you know this fact, as you don't recall ever learning it from someone else. In the end, you chalk it up to WotA (Wisdom of the Ages).

She gives a considerate, "huh," in response, and you finish with your notes. Looking at them, you felt something was off. No matter how much you thought about it, the information on the north just felt wrong.

The feeling builds up, making you feel uneasy and uncomfortable. It culminates until you are unable to resist it, and wave your hand to flatten the sand back out and write it again. "North: VERY IMPORTANT, VERY DANGEROUS, VERY VALUABLE." You are able to stop there, but the words continue in your mind. they endlessly compete, one list stating how unapparelled the rewards are, the other saying the same about the threats.

Sahara looks at you confused after you do this. "What was that about? You okay in there Netherus?" She lightly knocks on the top of your skull, which you respond to by waving her hand away. You don't quite know how to answer her, so you just shrug and look back to your options.

To the north was great risk and reward. To the east was a great unknown variable, which could be seen as a positive or a negative. To the south was goblins, low risk with decent rewards in the way or experience. and lastly to the west was the capital, a long way away making it a very dangerous journey, but surely it would be a good place for you to gain fame?

You sit there for an amount of time you cannot remember. All you know is that by the time you came back to, Sahara had busied herself in studying the murals. You shake your head, deciding that this decision could at least wait for a little longer, and head over to her.

As you approach, she looks over her shoulder to you, a happy expression on her face. "Oh, hello. Finally done with your thinking?" You give a so-so hand gesture and shrug. "Huh, well, I have been spending my time investigating these in your absence."

She turned back to the mural, it being the first one of the white Lizardfolk. She holds her hand up but stops just before she touches it, running her hand around just a little bit off of it. "I can't believe there is something like this still around."

You walk up next to her and tilt your head at her, curious as to what she means. She looks at you in awe, "You own this place and you don't know the significance of this mural?" You reluctantly shake your head.

She takes in a deep breath before speaking again, "This mural, must be extremely old. The last of the Hollow Space tribe died before my people even gathered into the group they are now." She catches you looking at her slightly confused, "That would be the white scaled Lizardfolk."

You consider this for a moment, before realizing you don't know how much new information this gives you. You hold up your hands, trying to communicate with fingers to ask when her people first came about.

She thinks for a second, "I believe the first of my people gathered soon after the 3rd world event, if not before. I am not sure how long before that the Hollow Space tribe ended, but it was most likely quite a while before, either during the 3rd event or before it."

You shake your head, then point towards the ground, and then leap your right hand over your left hand. She slowly pieces together what you mean, "This place is... older than that?" You nod, to which she looks at you with a perplexed expression. "How would you know that?"

You point at yourself, and then hold up two fingers. She stares at your hand confused for a moment before her eyes go wide. "Y-you're f-from the second world event?" You nod, and she freezes. You wait for a moment to see if she does anything else, but she just stands exactly still.

You wave your hand in front of her face to test for a reaction, but her eyes don't even follow you. You begin to become concerned when suddenly her tail starts wagging from under her cloak. You look around at it before drawing your gaze to her face again, seeing she has turned to look at you.

Before you can react, she tackles you and grabs your shoulders, shocking you enough to cause you to fall to the ground. You don't even have time to mentally question what's going on before she starts bombarding you with questions, "What was it like back then? Did you get to meet any of the great dragons? Were you there for the shattering of the crown?"

You lay stunned on the ground, trying to figure out how to let her down easy.