Dungeon from the Void - Book 5 - Chapter 4 - Making Plans (Patreon)

                                                                  Leon

After the Dungeon Core’s Avatar leaves the room, once again destroying some of the building in the process, I let out a sigh of relief. Because I always feel nervous nowadays whenever I’m dealing with him.

Not really sure why. Maybe it’s because he’s growing in power a lot faster than I am?

Which isn’t entirely thanks to his own efforts, considering all the void orbs the guy is devouring.

I’m not exactly made of money after all. I can’t get as many orbs as he can.

And he’s a dungeon. All dungeons level faster in terms of EXP than mortals.

I frown for a moment.

Yeah, that’s it. For some reason the thought of him passing me in level bothers me. Like it’s some sort of competition.

“Are you okay?” My sister suddenly asks, walking up to me and looking up at me with a worried look on her face.

“Yeah, fine,” I answer before turning to the others and saying, “Looks like we have that settled.”

The King of the Drezar Kingdom nods his head and says, “That it is. Now we just have to plan for how we’re going to deal with the ‘delegation’ once it arrives.”

I grimace at the thought of dealing with that.

The main reason I made my nation neutral is that I don’t want to deal with other people’s problems and just want to stick to our own here without interfering with other nations’ conflicts. But I also just plain hate the problems that arise from war. So I avoided it.

Now I can’t avoid it. Not when the war is being directed towards me over a dungeon.

Meanwhile the dungeon in question, just like most Dungeon Cores, couldn’t care less about this whole thing outside of his own benefits.

I guess I can’t blame it for that though. It’s just in its nature after all.

“The best plan would be to meet with them away from a populated area so as to keep the casualties to a minimum when the ‘negotiations’ break down into war,” Dad says, bringing my attention to him. “They’re going to know we’re trying to do that, so for now we should figure out a way to force them into a place best suited for us.”

I nod my head at that before glancing at the door again when Kat walks in. Then I turn my attention back to those gathered here.

This is gonna be a long day.

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                                                                     Fenrir

I still say they need to make new buildings for larger people to walk through. Because these are too fragile.

Then again, buildings aren’t meant for Dungeon Cores. And I have my dungeon, so I guess it’s fine.

With the exception of that meeting building. They really need to improve that building if they’re gonna force me into going there.

Even if I’m not the one repairing it, that doesn’t mean I enjoy walking through a building that I’m not sure will be able to withstand my passing or not.

I sigh at that thought as I continue walking through the streets towards my embassy, which is just a large black and red tower standing on the cliff that my dungeon starts in. The tower can be seen through most of the city, and I have to agree with Dawn, it is rather cool looking in comparison to the rest of the city. Even if I still don’t understand her obsession with appearances and aesthetics. Not when simple works perfectly fine and sometimes even better than cooler and more better aesthetically designed things.

Just like always, the people I pass by stare as I walk. But I ignore them all the way till I reach the base of the cliff and jump straight up to the top in a single leap. Then I move up to and into the tower, a building that is actually well designed and capable of my entry without taking any damage.

Inside of the tower are several direwolves that all immediately bow their heads to me at my entry, following which they move up and rub their heads against my sides. A greeting I’ve grown used to since getting my Avatar.

Although I’m still not quite sure if they’re greeting me like this because I’m their creator and the Dungeon Core, or if it’s because my Avatar is a giant wolf.

Doesn’t matter though. Respect is respect, and I kind of see them like my children in a way, so either one works for me.

I glance at the receptionist who is politely bowing to me behind their receptionist desk at the end of the hall. A woman with crimson eyes and silver hair who had somehow stumbled into my dungeon through one of the secret entrances I made Dawn. While almost dead.

Out of simple curiosity, I healed her with a potion just so I could ask her how she found the entrance. Since the entrances were supposed to be covered by void mana that made them difficult to see, and the girl is only a Tier 1. She’s not even a Knight yet.

Although she’s getting close to that level nowadays.

It was rather surprising the lengths she wanted to go to pay me back for saving her though, since she agreed to be the receptionist working the desk in my embassy for me with very little in return. Makes me wonder if all mortals are like that, or if she’s special.

I nod my head at the Vampire girl before continuing past her to head towards the back of the tower, where I have a portal leading into my dungeon through the void. And as I walk, I absorb the energy from the void orb they had given me for our agreement.

Let’s see… an instance costs about three hundred mana, and I only have a little over four hundred mana right now. So I should have enough mana to make an instance every day for them with some leftover to experiment with. And I can just cultivate in my downtime after that.

Sounds like a plan.

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