"They''re not necessarily evil, it just determines what happens to them when they die."
"I see..."
Okay, the existence of Gods was just confirmed, no biggy.
"And you have to keep me supervised?"
"Like I said, water and sand. Can''t have you sharing the info on how to cause glitches and killing you would create too much work for me. Normally when someone has to be silent for us we would just remove their language comprehension, but you can retaliate. So I have to physically stop you from sharing what you learnt."
"We? There''s more of you?"
"Yeah."
... he''s not elaborating.
I don''t have anything to do, I mean, I do have things to do. But I''m out of mana.
"Hey, is there a way to pass the time?"
"You can hibernate on command."
... that''s what I get for skipping the tutorial. Alright, let''s see...
I started fiddling around with the system trying to figure out how to sleep.
Blue print archive:
All your personal or copied blueprints can be stored here.
Neat, not what I was looking for, but neat. Guess I can get this over with now.
Blue print archive:
Black cave mouse.
Wolf hound.
Dire wolf.
Alaskan wolf.
Grey hound.
Lion hound.
German shepherd.
Unknown bush false pine.
Unknown bush false oak.
Unknown bush false birch.
Unknown weed false grass
Unknown bush
Boar
Huh, it didn''t accept the stone molders or rock eaters blue print... interesting.
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I keept fiddling with the system until I did something that made everything go black.
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A while later.
The future hall mistress pasted back and forth in front of a small group of people, her left hand standing parallel to the said group.
"You."
Her staff hit a random one from the bunch on the head.
"Will write a report why we needed an extra day to respond to the guild lord."
"Yes ma''am..."
"Good, and you."
Her staff hit the fella next to him.
"Will write the report on the dungeon and make sure to include these pieces of key informations. Archetype: raid dungeon, medium profit, highly intelligent and cooperative under pressure. Make it four hundreddish words."
"Yes ma''am..."
"Good, and you."
Her staff hit the one next in line.
"Will be the messenger and deliver those reports."
"Yes ma''am..."
"Good and you."
The last one dodged her staff which resulted in the future mistresses left hand delivering a much rougher strike.
"Will find me an audience with whichever pig owns this piece of land."
The only response she got were pained hisses as he clutched his head.
"Good, now get to work."
Each of the guilders left one by one, except the last one who was still on the ground, seething in pain.
"... would you kindly?"
After a sigh the druid grabbed the last one by the leg and dragged him away.
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Even later
Wha-what the fuck is going on?
I woke up to the cave shaking and rocks falling from the ceiling.
Ugh, my head...
"Stop..."
It actually stopped.
I thought that since I no longer have a body I wouldn''t have to bear that rotten taste after waking up from a little too long sleep.
Turns out I just switched it for migraines.
"What the fuck is going on?"
Congratulation on creating a new species "Stone Molder", it will be added to your blueprint achieve and made available to anyone with access to the public archive.
An Error has occurred.
User has been banned from the public archive and any long distance communications.
"Stone Molder" and any future Blue prints will be automatically added to the users personal archive.
Huh, neat I guess?
A rock fell through me, words were carefully carved into it, carvings too smooth to be done by tools.
"Are you my father?"
I looked up, a rock ceiling with the occasional root greeted my eyes. But there was more to it, a stone eye tightly clutched by roots like a real eye would be by nerves and veins. Runes I saw in the eclopedia are carved into the sides in the eye to form a circle.
It should be able to see with all those runes... I''m concerned about how a bunch of roots fathomed the concept of sight. Actually, I noticed that a few of the things here have been oddly intelligent...
"Don''t call me that. I''m Leonardo, an Artist, not a father. And stop dropping rocks everywhere, people go through here."
No response, I''ll take that as an affirmative.
I have questions, but now there is someone who can answer.
"What should I call you?"
"Nothing, leave me alone."
"Nothing, why are my creations so intelligent?"
"Ugh... they are a part of you and literally have a bit of your essence in them, which includes your intellect."
"Huh... what am I?"
"A dungeon."
"And that is?"
"Originally called domains and had the sole purpose of creating mana flows. But they soon became resources as they directly influenced mana levels which means they were hoarded, traded and destroyed. So we had to change some things."
"Oh... what is mana?"
"A gift from the Goddess of magic."
"What is the system?"
"Nothing you need to know."
"What is the public archive?"
"An archive of blueprints made by and acseseble to mana beings."
"What are mana beings?"
"Spirits, elementals and under conditions mages."
"What do I count as?"
"A dungeon spirit."
"How many Gods are there?"
"157."
"Am I a God?"
"No."
"Can I be a God?"
"No."
"Are you a God?"
"No."
"Will I be unbanned?"
"No."
"Would you unban me?"
"No."
"Wouldn''t that make me a child of the Goddess of magic?"
"The question is kinda late, but Theoretically."
"Where am I?"
"Here."
"Are you always like this?"
"Only when someone made more work for me."
"Ever thought of quitting?"
"Always."
"Can you quit?"
"No."
"Am I good at what I do?"
"You''re above average for a dungeon of your caliber."
"Thanks I guess. Can any animal evolve to have a humanoid shape?"
"I''m supposed to say something like "None of your concerns". But I know that you already know the answer."
"No. I worded it wrong. Can any animal grow into a humanoid shape?"
"... don''t you already have an experiment confirming that?"
He looked away and I followed his gaze, to a pair of boars,