Reject Humanity, Return to Monke

After having dismissed the meeting, I made a beeline straight to the Dungeon Core Room using the Dungeon-generated passageway that only Dungeon Masters could use. For simplicity's sake, since there was no real label on the passageway, I'll call it the Master's Path.

With a name that unique (I doubt it), it would be easy to remember.

Anyway, now that I was done with explaining some things, as well as preparing for the accommodation of the new residents, it was time to prepare for the next Dungeon Event. The event will start tomorrow, and no way in hell will I be caught unprepared.

Arriving at the Dungeon Core Room, I saw Domino waiting excitedly for me at the doorstep of the house, her normally expressionless face sporting a wide grin, which was breaking her character.

"Papa… Let's play…"

… How can I say no to that? Just a few games, and I swear I'll prepare my Dungeon then.

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After having my ass kicked for the last hour against my I-swear-she's-scripting surrogate daughter, I was now sitting in a clearing where nothing could bother me. Domino was still playing the offline games inside the Gaming House, since she was a bit bummed out that I had to cut our gaming session short because of my responsibilities.

"Haaaahh… Now then, what was it I was forgetting?" There were some things I forgot, which were incredibly important to the defensive properties of my Dungeon, but there were also the skills I didn't bother to use yet because of my lazy ass, and the admittedly more important affairs regarding the arachne and alraune villages, as well as the new residents.

"… Okay… remember, what did I get when I killed those Dungeon Masters?" I searched my thoughts for the rewards I had gotten from killing the kobold Dungeon Master and the Ogre Dungeon Master. There were the DP, the monsters, humans, and demi-humans…

And then there was an additional floor…

Quickly accessing the Dungeon Menu to check if what I recalled was correct, I couldn't help but jump in glee at the new floor I had just received.

'No wonder the stairs felt a little longer than usual…'

My mood then deflated because I splurged most of my DP on buying that skillbook, but that was an investment I was willing to make. For the moment, I will leave the third floor as it is. Even if all of the rooms were defaulted to forests, who said that a forest couldn't be filled with traps and a bunch of other stuff that could screw over a group of invaders?

"Gong." I quickly opened the Dungeon Communications and called Gong, who I can see teaching some primates the art of fighting. Armed or unarmed, it doesn't matter, all of them would be taught some kind of fighting style, with Gong being the head instructor and all.

"Yes, Boss? Need me?"

"Yes. I'll send you some new primates. A group of them you will teach how to fight, the rest you will send to our trap specialist." I thought of Chin, the chimpanzee I refused to give the magic staff, which was still sitting in my inventory, who then decided to learn how to use traps from the goblins. He then asked the kobolds to teach him some of their traps, then asked the orcs.

The result was a combination of deadly traps that I wouldn't want to wish on any normal invader. That said, what I wish and what I do were vastly different.

His repertoire expanded vastly, however, the moment the alraunes and arachnes arrived, making him the expert trapper in the Dungeon.

'Actually, if I'm not mistaken, Chia and Chin are now lovers… I should probably get some gifts then, if they actually had a baby.'

"Understood, Boss." Gong gave me a primate salute and I cut the communication.

'Next was the [Golemcrafting] skill…' I searched my brain for any kind of information that was imprinted into my mind the moment I used the skillbook. Finding the details I was looking for, I looked at the ground under my feet and proceeded to scoop up a handful of dirt. 'Here's to hoping this works.'

MP: 2322 / 2322 -> 2222 / 2322

Imbuing mana into the dirt, I felt the handful of it squirm in place. The dirt morphed and shifted itself to take on a vaguely humanoid appearance. The dirt hardened to a point where it could form solid objects, but not hard enough to tank a hit like a rock would.

The process finished, it then looked up at me and stood still. I tilted my head, but the golem continued to stare into my eyes, even if it had no face. I tried giving it a command through my mind, and the dirt golem followed, its hands raising into the air and waving at my general direction.

'Okay, first off, this is a goddamn gem. Second, it's too mana intensive.' I noted while I gently laid the golem down on the ground, the humanoid dirt hopping off and landing on the grass with nary a sound. 'It took exactly 100 MP from my reserves to make a single dirt golem the size of a small action figure.'

Looks like I have another skill to grind, but hey, if I do master this skill, then I could make a veritable army out of them, thus expanding the defenders in my Dungeon, as well as using them as meat shields, if an invading force that was on par with my defenses ever arrived.

Though, this got me wondering about the possibilities of these golems. If I could share my senses with them, then they could be used to spy on targets outside of my Dungeon. What about introducing intelligence into its non-existent brain? If that could be done, then I could use it as a proxy that could travel the world in my place, noting the sights, the different cultures, religions, etcetera, and the most important part…

Noting whether something was a threat to my Dungeon or not. Close or far, it does not matter. If they are a threat, then it must be dealt with as soon as possible.

There was also the possibility of making it so it had a uniquely human appearance. If I could do that, then infiltration into settlements would be a breeze. No way in hell am I sending some of my residents, even if drastically needed, into the hearts of the enemy's base.

I'm also pretty sure that highly defended areas would have some countermeasures in place, so this golem skill could have its uses for identifying it by actively getting caught in the trap.

But I'll get there when I get there. For now, I need to grind this skill to lower its mana cost.

Like seriously, this is probably more mana intensive than any of my elemental magic…

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~ Third Person POV ~

"You know, Uius, I have been having visions of another cataclysm event incoming in the near future."

"Is that so, m'lord? Then, are we at the heart of it?" Uius asked from his post, his ever-dignified posture set in stone as he served the God before him.

"On the contrary, though, we are allies with the aforementioned, Bringer of Calamity." Chythos chuckled as he took a sip of heavenly alcohol from his goblet. "I couldn't see the figure well, but his strength was on par with the mediocre Gods, with a huge army backing him, pushing his strength into the realms of the somewhat stronger Gods."

"Then, are we to prepare for the incoming future? Or should we cut it off at the roots before it even begins to spread?" Uius poured more alcohol into the goblet made of gold, various jewels adorning its shiny luster that could bankrupt a kingdom on its value alone.

"Nah. We'll follow what my visions told me. It's been far too long since the Gods on that side of the spectrum decided to abandon the Mortal Realm because of their incredibly steep tastes." Chythos gripped the goblet in his hand tighter, but then relaxed as he chugged the liquid inside in just a single second. "Aah~ That's some good alcohol. Anyway, those Gods better prepare, otherwise they'll find themselves either exiled into a lower world, where they'll have to scrounge up some crumbs of their power to rise again, or ultimately have their Godhood extinguished."

"I'm guessing that you're leaning into the latter part, m'lord?" Uius refilled the goblet once more, his graceful movements going unnoticed due the Chythos' drunkenness coming into play.

"Hah! Of course, I want them extinguished. The horde of lunatics believe that being a God elevates them above the mortals, who serve as their source of power. Idiots, the lot of them." Chythos downed some more alcohol. "Ugh… That's gonna give me a headache tomorrow."

"I presume you want me to explain the rules once again?"

"Atta boy." Chythos patted Uius' shoulder with a grin on his face, red dusting his cheeks showing his apparent drunk state.

Uius could only nod at his lord's command.