Paragon's Rise - Damn my life

So. Good news first.Rick is still alive.Bad news. That is no longer impressive.After surviving collapsing temples, hostile wastelands, political cities, and several extremely poor decisions made by people with titles, Rick has reached a new and deeply uncomfortable phase of existence.Being taken seriously.Which is unfortunate, because the moment people start taking you seriously, they start throwing more responsibilities your way. Even when you don't want it.Factions are watching. Gods are whispering. Structures are recalibrating. And everyone seems to agree on one thing.Rick has stuff to do.Power wants control. Control wants subservience. And Rick has been doing a remarkable job of offending both.Book Three of Paragon's Rise is where survival stops being the problem and consequences start becoming architectural. This is the part where running away becomes a strategy with an expiration date, and refusing to rule begins to look suspiciously like negligence.No prophecies. No chosen ones. Just a man, a dog with better instincts than most civilizations, and a growing number of entities asking the same question.If you will not build something, who do you think will do it for you?I would like to point out that the answer is never someone you like.This LitRPG progression fantasy continues the saga with grounded power growth, escalating factional pressure, reluctant leadership, and gods apparently only know how to speak in broken sentences - not very divine of them if you ask me.In summary. Things are about to get even more dicey.This is not a threat. It is an observation.Fred - Interface Consultant Occasional Instigator Professional I Told You So