Questions raced through its mind. What is life? Is it merely existence, or is it about becoming stronger and seizing control? Is it about survival and taking life head-on? These were the thoughts that occupied its newfound clarity. It could think more deeply now, moving beyond basic instincts to truly contemplate its existence.
It truly lived a leisurely existence, moving only when compelled by hunger or danger. The memories of its brief moments seemed somewhat foggy, but it retained a sense of the power, and once felt the urge to seek it. It had been in close proximity to that power, making it seem attainable. However, its quest was abruptly disrupted when a giant figure rushed toward it, scooping it up before it could react. The giant held the snail in front of its face and emitted a strong vibration, or so it seemed at the time. Reflecting on the encounter now, it realized that the giant was attempting to communicate with it.
In the midst of contemplation, it found itself drifting through darkness. After a brief moment of reflection, it noticed a distant purple light. This light radiated the same power it had felt before, but with a newfound purpose ¨C it sought to share its strength. It wished to empower it, granting it the chance to shape its own destiny, to lead a life marked by strength, power, and control. Without hesitation, it moved toward the beckoning light, eagerly embracing the opportunity.
As its surroundings became clear, something within it stirred, something that had always been there but now revealed itself. Knowledge, information previously locked away, surged forth. Mana, runes, incantations, and magic¡ªall not fully understood but present. It was aware of its revival and the bestowal of a new, more potent body and shell. It sensed an increase in size, strength, and speed. It felt the mana in the air and recognized the potential within itself, even though it had yet to grasp the art of manipulating mana. It gazed towards its savior, its new master.
Chapter 4 | No Time to Wait
The snail looked at me with newfound clarity, gratitude, and an eagerness to serve.
Varian observed the snail, a look of satisfaction and nostalgia in his eyes. "Your choice was a wise one, Blake. Sorcerer Snails have a remarkable connection to magic and have an extraordinary amount of potential."
The snail, my first companion, seemed to comprehend its role. The bond between us was forming, sending me thoughts of its happiness and willingness to serve.
Varian cleared his throat, his countenance assuming a grave solemnity. "Blake, there are critical truths that you must come to understand. Our connection runs deep; my divine mana sustains your being. Were I to cease existing, so would you, and the essence of my mana within you would scatter into nothingness. I could have absorbed you to reclaim some of my power, but I care too much for the souls inhabiting your core.¡±
His voice softened, bearing a weight of profound concern. "Your dungeon is a haven of magic, populated by creatures and fraught with challenges. It is also a place that will beckon adventurers seeking treasure, power, and glory. They will soon realize that you are no ordinary dungeon. Furthermore, when the church sets its sights on you, they will stop at nothing to obliterate you. Additionally, the fiends and monsters lurking in the depths of this cave will come seeking your power, and you must be prepared to fend off all manner of intruders."
"I need you to grow stronger, Blake, so that I too can find strength. Together, we can aid in the restoration of this world," Varian concluded, his gaze shifting from me to the snail, who was watching with rapt attention.
Anxiety coursed through my thoughts as I grappled with the profound burden now resting on my shoulders. The dungeon I had become was ill-equipped to confront a potential onslaught of monsters, let alone a holy crusade. I was going to need to learn how to better defend my dungeon.
Over the next couple of hours Varian began explaining the art of dungeon defense . I absorbed his wisdom eagerly, knowing that our future depended on my ability to master these defensive strategies.
As I listened and absorbed the knowledge, I couldn''t help but wonder what manner of beings would dare invade my dungeon. What would they be like? What dangers would they bring? I needed to be ready for anything.
Our training continued, and I delved deeper into the intricacies of dungeon management, expanding, and trap building.
At the end of his long explanation, which apparently was just the basics, he told me it was probably fine to go ahead and level now as it would expand my abilities, and boost the power of my mobs, and so I did.
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You have leveled up!
You can now choose two abilities.
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[Arcane Resonance]: Strengthen your connection to the magical energies of the dungeon, allowing you and your mobs more precise control over manipulation of mana.
[Deep Insight]: Expand your awareness to sense all chambers and corridors within your dungeon, making it possible for you to instantly travel anywhere in the dungeon.
[Enhanced Communication]: Forge a stronger mental link with the creatures in your dungeon, enabling verbal communication to coordinate tasks and defenses.
[Enhanced Magical Perception]: Improved ability to sense magical energies and anomalies within the dungeon. you can tell if any spell is being cast, and what type.
[Arcane Ward]: Create protective barriers and magical shields to defend the dungeon. The shields strength is dependent on how much mana is infused into it.
[Enchanted Constructing]: Create enchanted traps and mystical objects to fulfill a variety of roles within the dungeon, including intricate puzzles and mechanisms.
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I consulted Varian for his opinion on my choice. He reminded me that the decision was ultimately mine since it was my dungeon. He did, however, advise against selecting Enhanced Magical Perception, as there were hardly any spellcasters or magic users remaining, and it shouldn''t pose a threat to us even if they discovered our location.
I contemplated the remaining options, starting with Arcane Resonance, which seemed like a definite choice. Strengthening the connection between me and my mobs over mana appeared to be an essential ability.
As for Deep Insight, it might prove more useful once I grew larger, primarily for navigating the staircase. Enhanced Communication, on the other hand, would facilitate teaching my mobs how to defend themselves and harness their magic.
Varian informed me that both Arcane Ward and Enchanted Constructing were powerful defensive abilities but came with a high mana cost.
With all that in mind I made my choice.
The immediate impact of the level-up became evident within my dungeon. The ambient mana had become more pliable, easier to manipulate. I observed my snail companion, who had undergone significant growth. It now measured an impressive 1 foot and 3 inches, with a shinier and thicker shell, with even more alert eye stalks.
I opened my status to look over the changes.
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Name: Blake
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Race: Dungeon-Core
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Affinity Type: Magical/Divine
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[Arcane Resonance]: Strengthen your connection to the magical energies of the dungeon, allowing you and your mobs more precise control over manipulation of mana.
[Arcane Ward]: Create protective barriers and magical shields to defend the dungeon. The shields strength is dependent on how much mana is infused into it.
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Communication with the snail was essential but could be delayed, and I had decent mobility within my current small dungeon. Enchanted Constructing, on the other hand, was not practical in my limited space, and would of better use when I got larger. But having a way to protect Varian was essential.
Over the following three days, I dedicated myself to the task of expansion. It demanded my unwavering focus, ensuring that I meticulously transformed stone into durable bricks without a single crack or imperfection. With precision, I forged a new passageway situated on the opposite side of the chamber, leading the way to an even larger secondary room, dwarfing its predecessor in size and potential.
My initial chamber had modest dimensions, measuring about 25 by 25 feet, but the one that lay before me now stretched much farther, a colossal expanse extending to a staggering 50 by 350 feet, while soaring 25 feet high. Upon entry, one could scarcely discern the room''s impressive length. The intention was to craft the illusion of an infinitely long library, an endless repository of knowledge. Towering bookshelves, adorned with sliding ladders, graced the walls and reached up to kiss the lofty ceiling. Tables and chairs scattered throughout the room, making many hiding spaces. The shelves, with books currently vacant, awaited Varian''s endeavor to fill them in his free time. Nestled at the room''s rear, I perched upon my dais, commanding a view that spanned the magnificent chamber.
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It was rather surprising to discover that manipulating my surroundings was far more effortless than I had anticipated. Unlike the walls that took much focus, I simply conjured bookshelves, books, ladders, benches, tables, and rugs with a thought. I carved murals of my snail companion through my new hall, I made a new dais appear into existence and, upon Varian''s guidance, swiftly relegated the former one to oblivion. As Varian explained how to create a new dais It came as a revelation that the runes etched upon it did not harbor protective enchantments, as I had initially believed, but rather, they composed a poignant poem.
While I focused on expanding my dungeon, my snail companion experienced a remarkable transformation. It not only grew physically by an additional 3 inches but also displayed an enhanced proficiency in magic. Its height now approached an impressive 2 feet. In the midst of my expansion efforts, Varian took on the role of the small creature''s mentor. He patiently taught it the fundamentals of mana control and introduced it to the practice of spellcasting, although it only managed to grasp the basics of two spells during this initial training phase. Upon completing my expansion, I noticed a message that had been trying to get my attention for a while, it had confirmed that the snail was improving.
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Your mob [Sorcerer Snail] #001 has learned a new spell.
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[Shell Shield]: The snail can summon a magical barrier around its shell, providing enhanced protection against physical attacks. This spell consumes mana and can be sustained for a limited duration.
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Your mob [Sorcerer Snail] #001 has learned a new spell.
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[Arcane Bolt]: The snail can channel a portion of its mana to project a small arcane bolt at its target. While not very powerful, this spell can be used to fend off weaker intruders or creatures.
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The master and his young servant were truly extraordinary.
They engaged in lengthy conversations, and the snail observed quietly so as not to disturb them. During their exchanges, something incredible happened ¨C the snail experienced a substantial growth spurt. This transformation was a bit disorienting at first, as it took the snail a moment to ascertain whether the room was shrinking or if it had grown larger. As it continued to observe, the newfound power coursed through its body, a sensation unlike anything it had ever imagined.
After their extensive conversations, the master shifted his focus to expanding their dwelling, only stopping to talk to the servant for brief moments. During this endeavor, he assigned the task of mentoring the snail to the servant, a remarkably knowledgeable young boy. Over the next three days, the boy patiently guided the snail through the intricacies of the arcane arts. Although the snail couldn''t comprehend the boy''s spoken words, it had developed the ability to sense the intentions of his thoughts and vividly visualize the concepts he tried to convey.
This unique connection often led to misunderstandings, with the most unfortunate incident causing the snail''s unconsciousness due to mana depletion. Hours later, it roused from its unconscious state, feeling more drained and feeble than it had ever experienced. This occurrence proved to be a valuable lesson for the snail, instilling in it the importance of exercising caution in the future.
During those days, the snail acquired a significant amount of knowledge, first of which was to open its status.
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Affinity Type: Mana manipulation |
| Mana 11/30 (5-1, 4 per day) |
Mana to Level Up 11/25 |
| Hp: 10/10 |
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[Arcane Bolt]: The Arcane Snail can cast Arcane Bolts, a basic offensive spell. It shoots bolts of arcane energy at its target, dealing 1 point of damage per mana imbued. (Mana Cost: 1)
[Mana Shield]: The snail can create a protective shield using mana, absorbing 10 points of damage for every 5 points of mana. (Mana Cost: 5)
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The snail had acquired two spells and was on its way to obtaining a third. It and the boy had spent their time training in the first room, both to safeguard the core and as a precaution in case of any structural issues during the expansion. When the master had finished his work, he and the boy conversed for a moment. Afterward, the boy gently lifted the snail and placed it on his shoulder. Initially, this move had been frightening for the snail, but it soon understood the purpose. Despite its increased size and power, the boy remained significantly faster. He also walked over and gently picked up their master, placing him in his pocket.
As they walked down the new hallway, the snail couldn''t help but take notice of the carvings on the walls. The images depicted the snail engaged in battles against colossal creatures with wings and scales, and vast armies of thousands of men. It depicted the snail as a giant thing, controlling the mana and elements with ease.
Watching these scenes, the snail couldn''t help but wonder: could it truly attain such power?
Upon reaching the new room, the snail''s eye stalks nearly popped out with amazement. The room stretched on indefinitely, a vast library with bookshelves lining its walls. The boy let out a laugh when he saw the room, exchanging some words with their master. He appeared impressed and content. The boy continued to explore the room, moving to one of the shelves, taking a handful of books, and carrying them to the room''s far end. After a brief conversation with the master, a dais ascended, and the master was gently seated upon it. Beside the dais, a table and chair appeared, along with a quill and inkwell. The boy smiled and made his way to the table, placing the snail on it and seating himself. He opened a book and began writing.
Varian seemed content with the new room I had crafted, using it as a place to write down everything he could recall. It provided him with a productive way to spend his time and allowed him to catalog the progress of the snails training sessions.
However, he couldn''t help but chuckle when he beheld the massive expanse of the room. He found it quite amusing that I had created such a vast and lengthy space when our sole companion was a snail. He didn''t hesitate to share his amusement with me as soon as he set eyes on it.
As Varian made his observations, I couldn''t help but feel a touch of embarrassment, but I knew he was right. The extravagant room would eventually serve a purpose, and the prospect of filling it with knowledge, magic, and allies excited me. Varian''s guidance had already been invaluable on this journey, and writing it down would be all the better. But that didn''t change the fact he was right. I should have made the room around the strengths of my snail.
But seeing as I would have time to create more rooms this didn''t seem to be a problem.
Or so I thought. Not even a day after my core was moved I got a notification.
| An invader has entered your dungeon, all building and monster spawning has been deactivated. |
My mind raced with concern. It was evident that the invasion had arrived far earlier than I had anticipated, and I felt woefully unprepared for this encounter. The dungeon was still in its infancy, and Varian and I had only managed to set up a single trap after moving to the second room. While my snail companion had grown, its strength still fell short of my desired level. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on me, and I couldn''t allow this intruder to jeopardize my livelihood and the sanctity of my domain.
In a frantic voice, I conveyed the situation to Varian, seeking his guidance and reassurance. "Varian, we have an invader in the dungeon. What should we do?"
Varian''s response was calm and measured. "Stay calm, Blake. I need you to spawn a sword for me, and then I want you to investigate the intruder. Me and the snail will stay here.¡±
With a sense of urgency, I swiftly created a sword and presented it to Varian. He took the sword and began formulating a plan. "Depending on the invader," he explained, "we can set up an ambush once it arrives. Hopefully, it''s just another snail or something similar."
Varian then picked up the snail, and ran towards a hiding spot, which wasn''t a comfortable experience for the small creature. However, it understood the seriousness of the situation and endured the discomfort.
Turning away, I raced through the dungeon''s halls, my earlier choice of ability now causing me to second-guess myself. Upon reaching the first room, I peered up the staircase, where I saw the invaders coming down towards me. To my surprise, it wasn''t just one invader; there were multiple intruders.
Chapter 5 | The Invasion
While Touk might not have been the strongest goblin, but he knew when something was wrong. When a foreboding sensation gnawed at him, he should have heeded his instincts and fled. Yet, when his chief had ordered him and three others to trace the ominous source of power, he dared not disobey. The consequences of defiance would exceed his imagination.
Possessing unmatched physical strength among the goblins, the chief''s rule was absolute. He had not ascended to the position of chief through merit but rather through sheer force. The prior chief was no different, merely growing frail. Touk, on the other hand, had always been frail but compensated with intelligence, luck, and cunning, enabling him to endure.
Though luck, it seemed, had finally abandoned him, as he was sure this place would be his grave
Guided by Lakar, their appointed expedition leader and the chief''s third son, a tall and self-assured goblin, they were also accompanied by Arlek, a formidable and opportunistic member of the tribe renowned for his physical prowess, and Bolka, a healer among their people, who was always nice to Touk. Together, they descended staircase into what they thought was some old ruins, driven by their quest to uncover the enigmatic power that beckoned. Deep down, Touk secretly hoped the descent would continue indefinitely, but, alas, it came to an end, revealing a small square chamber with yet another doorway on the opposite side.
As they continued walking, around midway through the room, a luminous circle of radiant purple light materialized in the air, revolving with mysterious shapes appearing around it. It concluded its rotation, locking in place. Touk, flanking the three other goblins guarding the rear, stood at a safe distance when the calamity unfolded.
A blazing sphere shot forth from the circle, prompting him, Arlek, and Bolka to swiftly dive out of its path. Unfortunately, Lakar was too close for evasion. Instead of repelling him, the sphere wrapped around him like a scorching inferno, engulfing him in merciless flames. His anguished screams reverberated through the room. Touk, in horror, turned to the surviving goblins, who mirrored his shock.
For a prolonged moment, they stood paralyzed. When it became apparent that no further catastrophe loomed, Bolka, broke the silence. "Wha¡ what was that?" Fear seeped into her voice.
Arlek attempted to compose himself, but his efforts faltered as he struggled to maintain a facade of bravery. "It doesn''t matter," he asserted, his voice quivering slightly. "We still need to secure the power for the chief. Lakar''s death will not sit well with him. I''m taking charge now, so let''s keep moving." His words brooked no dissent, yet the uncertainty in his tone betrayed his own fears.
Touk contemplated the idea of fleeing, yet the reality dawned on him that even if he managed to elude Arlek, where could he possibly seek refuge? He lacked the resilience to survive independently and hunt for sustenance. Venturing to the surface would only expose him to the threat of being slain by a passing adventurer, while returning to the tribe was equally unviable. If either of the remaining goblins made it back, they would undoubtedly ensure his death. Even in their absence, the chief would probably kill him for the act of desertion.
Thus, he chose to remain with the group, clinging to the hope that what transpired was an isolated incident. They continued their descent through the opposite end of the room, leaving Lakar''s deceased body behind. The ensuing hallway was nothing short of grand, etched with carvings depicting epic battles, ancient wars, and historic sieges of a bygone era. The narrations unfolded like a story as they advanced, chronicling the legends of a snail - a colossal and mighty beast that vanquished armies and commanded the elements with unwavering mastery.
The two goblins at the forefront paid no heed to the wall''s intricate narratives. Bolka, to her credit, appeared just as apprehensive and coerced into this mission as Touk. She cautiously moved ahead, her gaze fixed on the ground with each step, evidently intent on avoiding the fate that had befallen Lakar. Arlak, the thick-headed brute, would likely struggle to decipher the tale the wall illustrated even if his life depended on it, and it just might, as they seemed like a warning.
While Touk might not have been the strongest goblin, he knew when something was wrong. The intricate wall carvings appeared to be subtly compelling them to turn back, as if imparting a warning about the perils awaiting them ahead. He was well aware that his inquisitive nature and persistent contemplation had rendered him an outsider within his tribe. Perhaps it was precisely this aspect of his character that had led the chief to select him for this enigmatic and precarious mission.
They reached the end of the hallway, revealing an astounding room. A seemingly endless library sprawled before them, a continuous array of books and shelves adorning the walls. A single long purple rug, embellished with gold trim, extended down the middle of the room. Tables, chairs, and benches were meticulously spaced, all crafted from wood or cloth - an unusual sight in the depths of the cavern.
Glancing at his companions, Touk perceived the avarice in their eyes. His own covetousness, however, had an entirely different motivation: the books.
The idea of obtaining knowledge from the books intrigued him. These texts might hold wisdom akin to what surface-dwelling adventurers and miners possessed. Touk nearly had a hundred discarded books, all considered insignificant by the tribe. After learning to read the language, he had delved into the history of the world, the lore of the seven gods, the tales of kingdoms, and accounts of both mythical beasts and monsters, realizing he was categorized as a cave goblin, albeit one lacking the brawn described in the books. Among the collection, there was even a single volume dedicated to magic, a heretical source of power, although it merely warned against its use without delving into specifics. Perhaps the phenomenon he had witnessed earlier was magic?
Overwhelmed by impatience, Touk dashed towards a shelf, plucking a book and eagerly flipping it open
His enthusiasm deflated instantly.
The pages were blank. Confusion set in, and just then, a high-pitched whistle shattered the air, followed by a resonating thud. Touk pivoted to witness the surreal spectacle unfolding before him.
Bolka lay in the middle of the room, Touk couldn¡¯t tell if she was dead or alive, on top of that there was a snail in the middle of the room. This snail wasn¡¯t as big as the one in the carvings, but was bigger than any he¡¯d seen in person, close to his abdomen in height. The thing had long lanky eye stalks, a brown body, and a gorgeous purple shell.
Its height wasn''t the strangest thing about it though, that was the fact that it pulled the air together and formed a shard of purple light. Once it was fully formed it was launched, making the whistling sound he had heard.
Arlek, while not the absolute best, was among the most skilled fighters in their tribe. Although he lacked the strength to claim the title of chief, his combat prowess was evident. So, when Arlek swiftly raised his sword and shattered the bolt of purple light, Touk wasn''t surprised. What did catch him off guard, however, was the bolt''s disintegration into shrapnel, inflicting painful cuts. Arlek, still standing, rushed the snail and closed the distance before it could react.
Because, well, it was a snail.
Arlak swung, bringing his sword down upon its thick head. The world seemed to twist once more as a protective barrier of the same pulsating purple light materialized over the snail, intercepting Arlek''s strike. With a resounding snap, the sword broke at its weakest point, sending the haft hurtling through the air and embedding itself in Arlek''s leg. He collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony, while the snail appeared to droop slightly.
Seizing what he saw as an opportunity to defeat the snail and out of fear of being alone, Touk rushed to assist. However, his path took an unexpected turn when a small, pale leg extended from under a table. Tripping over this obstacle, Touk found himself face to face with an unusual adversary¡ªa human boy no older than ten. The boy, wielding a sword, jumped out from beneath the table and raised it overhead, he swung it down in a clumsy and uneven strike. Rolling over to his back Touk attempted to block the blow with his dagger, but the sword''s momentum was too much.
The sword pushed Touk''s dagger aside and pierced deep into his chest, plunging deep into his chest, leaving him sprawled on his back, utterly stunned. The cold hand of death was now reaching out to claim him. In his final moments, a tumultuous rush of thoughts besieged his consciousness, casting shadows over his life''s purpose, the relentless pursuit of power for someone who held no regard for him, and the ultimate futility of his quest.
Touk grasped the harsh reality that the coveted power he had relentlessly pursued was an unattainable mirage, especially with someone like Arlek around. Regret filled his final moments as he pondered the missed opportunity to escape while he still had the chance.
As his life flickered away, Touk''s gaze swept across the room. Arlek, wounded and struggling to distance himself from the snail, while Bolka lay lifeless in the room''s center, her fate seemingly sealed. A profound sense of remorse washed over him, especially for Bolka, with whom he had felt a unique connection, despite the knowledge that their paths could never converge.
Amidst the disarray, a distant purple radiance emerged, the very source of power that had entangled them all in this tragic conclusion. Redirecting his focus to the enigmatic boy who had sealed his fate, Touk locked eyes with him. The boy''s irises mirrored the deep purple of their surreal surroundings. To Touk''s astonishment, the boy spoke in his native tongue, offering a glimmer of reassurance, "Fear not, your journey is far from over. The power you seek has found you and welcomes you with open arms. Do you wish to serve?" With a feeble nod, Touk succumbed to the encroaching embrace of death. In the engulfing darkness that followed, a distant light beckoned. Was it the same light that had promised him power in exchange for servitude? It called out to him, offering a path to empowerment, a chance to prove that even the seemingly feeble could ascend, demonstrating the inseparable bond between intelligence and strength. Filled with unwavering resolve, Touk embraced the light, allowing it to envelop him completely.
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The situation played out more favorably than I had initially anticipated. I witnessed them descending into my domain and feared the worst. However, luck was on my side that day. As they reached the bottom, I closely observed them, hoping for that elusive blue box. Fortunately, my prayers were answered.
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More imposing than their counterparts, these cave goblins stand around three feet tall. They possess stocky, muscular frames, with mottled, rough skin. Their eyes are sharper, with an intense gaze that hints at their superior physical strength. These cave goblins appear imposing to those who encounter them in the underground caves.
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Deception emanated from the box. Only two of the goblins fit the described characteristics. Although not physically diminutive, the two at the back seemed less imposing. One of them stood out, the sole female among the group. Her designation was that of a healer, yet her skills seemed to derive from an extensive knowledge of herbs and natural remedies rather than from the realms of arcane.
As for the goblin at the rear, I sensed a distinctive intellect emanating from him. Unlike his fellow comrades who unhesitatingly advanced, his gaze swept across my dungeon, absorbing the intricacies of its design. Meanwhile, a seemingly confident goblin took the lead, but his overconfidence was short-lived as my trap sprang into action.
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The magical fireball trap is designed to release a powerful sphere of fire that engulfs and consumes the target upon detection. The trap is often used to safeguard key areas within dungeons or structures by inflicting fiery damage on any who trigger it. Single target.
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The trap didn''t lie fireball engulfed the goblin, sending him to the ground in frantic, agonized contortions. His companions instinctively scattered, their faces twisted with a mix of horror and confusion, their speech consisting of peculiar grunts and barks. It was a tragic sight as they mourned their fallen comrade. These creatures are more empathetic than the description made it seem
However, the goblins regrouped and resumed their journey toward my next room, though the one in the back looked as if he would bolt at any second. It seemed he came to his senses though and went with the group. As they traversed the hallway, the newly appointed leader and the herbalist strode past the intricate carvings I had painstakingly created, barely sparing them a glance. I couldn''t help but feel a twinge of disappointment, but my spirits were lifted as I noticed one goblin at the rear who stood captivated by the detailed engravings. His eyes followed the narrative etched into the wall, and this discovery filled me with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
This same accomplishment grew when they made it to my library, and they all were amazed.
However, this sense of accomplishment gave way to a new, less pleasant emotion as their faces began to color with a new expressions: greed. The two front goblins practically oozed avarice, their desires transparent in their eyes and actions. Surprisingly, it was once again the goblin at the rear who diverged from the expected pattern. Instead of harboring a lust for material gain, his gaze rested upon the books with an insatiable thirst for knowledge. Without hesitation, the goblin raced past his companions and sprinted toward a bookshelf. Perhaps fearing that he might snatch their coveted loot, the other two goblins chased after him. As he ran past the table Varian was hiding under, I feared he might attempt an ambush, but the cunning deity remained patient and watched the goblin make a beeline for a book. A smile crept across Varian''s face as he observed the goblin not merely using the book for its physical value but actually reading its contents.
When the other goblins realized that the one at the back was interested only in the books, they snorted and turned their attention to other potential treasures. However, the healer among them, quite belatedly, noticed my snail. Unfortunately for her, it was far too late to react as the snail had already conjured a charged mana bolt. The bolt struck her squarely in the chest, and she dropped to the ground immediately, without even a twitch.
The other two goblins, one of them still holding a book, stared at the scene in shock, completely bewildered by what had just happened. His gaze flicked back and forth from the snail to the lifeless body on the floor.
My snail, however, was not done. It readied another Arcane Bolt, and the remaining goblin, who had managed to regain his composure, instinctively slashed at the incoming bolt, shattering it into a spray of shards that rained down upon him. Undeterred, he closed the distance rapidly, displaying his physical strength as he swung his weapon at my snail. But my clever little companion had a trick hidden within its shell.
It activated its mana shield at the last moment, causing the goblin''s weapon to snap, with a fragment piercing his leg. He tried to crawl away, but my snail was relentless, following him closely. With a burst of determination, my snail channeled a spell it had been practicing but had not fully gripped until now. With precision, it unleashed the spell, surprising both me and the goblin.
| Your mob [Sorcerer Snail] #001 has learned a new spell. |
| [Mana Leech]: This spell allows the snail to sacrifice a small portion of its own health to absorb the target''s mana, converting it into a direct mana replenishment. |
The snail''s skin shriveled and split, but its eye stalks sharpened with renewed awareness, and its body visibly swelled, radiating with a newfound strength. In stark contrast, the goblin''s flesh had withered, leaving him skeletal and motionless on the floor, his eyes vacant and lifeless.
It was at that moment that I heard the distinct goblin language, its cacophony of barks and grunts. However, as I turned to locate the source, I was stunned to find Varian engaged in conversation. He stood beside the fallen body of the last goblin, his sword still embedded in its chest. As the goblin nodded at Varian, his life slipped away, and the familiar message arrived, informing me that my dungeon was finally free of invaders, along with a couple of others.
| There are no more invader''s inside your dungeon, all building and monster spawning has been reactivated. |
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16 mana points have been awarded.
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Congratulations you have unlocked new mob types.
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[Goblin Sparkshapers]: Goblin Sparkshapers are adept at manipulating sparks and wielding other electrical abilities, like generating lightning-like bolts, and creating electric barriers, making them a force to be reckoned with. But like any conductor of electricity, they remain susceptible to electrical feedback, and mishandling their powers can result in unintended shocks or even harm to themselves.
[Goblin Mystic Trainee]: Mystic Trainees focus on harnessing mana to engage in communication and form pacts with elemental entities. They often have difficulties in connecting with the elementals, which can ultimately lead to the elementals taking the initiative to set the rules for the pacts. Depending on the elemental this can result in one-sided pacts, or in rare cases the creation of a complete pact.
[Goblin Alchemist Apprentice]: Alchemy apprentices have mastered the art of creating stable and predictable mixtures, particularly explosive ones. However, these mixtures can sometimes be sensitive to external factors like temperature, causing unpredictable reactions.
[Goblin Healer Novice]: Goblin Healer novices are a unique subset of goblins who blend their innate magical abilities with a profound understanding of herbal remedies. They serve as the primary source of healing and well-being for their fellow goblins. Armed with knowledge of potent herbs, poultices, and magical incantations, they ensure the physical health of their kin.
[Goblin Illusionist Apprentice]: These Goblin Illusionist Apprentices have further honed their abilities in creating moderately convincing illusions. However, their illusions can sometimes be disrupted by sharp and sudden noises, revealing the deception to keen-eared adversaries.
[Goblin Pyromancer]: Pyromancer have elevated their control over fire and heat, generating large flames with more devastating potency. However, their relentless focus on pyromancy has left them vulnerable to the cold and wet, but resistance to their fire.
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A mob has embraced your power.
You may pick one of the following special mob types to inhabit your dungeon.
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[Goblin Timebender Initiate]: Timebender initiates have become more adept at manipulating temporal fluctuations. Their adjustments to time have a more substantial impact on the environment and events, allowing them to manipulate the flow of time with finesse. However, excessive use of their time-warping abilities can result in personal time-related disturbances, and dizziness, making it challenging to predict the effects.
[Goblin Seer]: Goblin Seers, a rare and mystical breed among their kind, possess an extraordinary attunement to the world''s mana. Their uncanny ability allows them to glimpse into the immediate future, providing a momentary foresight into their enemies'' actions. This unique gift not only grants them a formidable edge in combat but also enables strategic mastery. Rather than relying on sheer physical strength, Seers engage their foes with cunning and agility, using their enhanced awareness to elegantly evade oncoming attacks and strike with precision at precisely the right moments.
[Goblin Runeblades]: Goblin Runeblades are a distinctive breed among goblin-kind, having established a strong connection with the enigmatic power of ancient runes. These formidable warriors have delved deep into the study of runic lore and its application in the martial realm. By etching mystical symbols on their weapons, armor, and even their skin, Runeblades infuse these glyphs with potent and elemental magic. This infusion not only enhances the effectiveness of their weapons but also grants them the power to cast spells with rune-empowered strikes.
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I better talk to Varian about this.
Chapter 6 | The Calm That Followed
After the battle, my dungeon fell into an eerie silence, punctuated only by the sound of Varian''s labored breathing. As his fight came to a close and his conversation wrapped up, he sank to the ground, not due to any injuries, but simply due to exhaustion. While he lay there, I absorbed the goblins, read through my notifications, and then glanced over at Varian. After a minute of his complete stillness, concern began to well up within me, prompting me to float over to him. To my astonishment, he was asleep. I had known Varian for years, and I had never witnessed him sleep.
Wait a second...
I corrected my thoughts; I''d only known Varian for four days. Where did that fleeting notion come from?
The fact that I had never seen Varian sleep still lingered in my mind, and yet, there he was, peacefully drooling on my dungeon floor. Why, out of all times, did this deity suddenly require sleep? I might have chosen the Sorcerer Snail on my own, but it was Varian who had regaled me with stories about them. And not to forget, he was a partial owner of the dungeon, almost like a father figure to me.
"Not again," I muttered aloud, and there it was once more: another unexpected memory. Varian had warned me that this might happen, though I had anticipated flashbacks or visions, not this strange sensation. It felt unnatural, as if the words didn''t originate from me but were somehow flowing through me.
As I stared at Varians unconscious form, I felt something. Anger, another emotion I''ve never experienced rose through me. I guess I had felt it before, I just don''t remember it.
Damn it! I''m going in circles.
"I hate this. Why did this idiotic god have to drag me into his problems? I could''ve been blissfully enjoying myself in the void, but no, this all-powerful being requires my help, and now I have to protect him again. This time my sole means of doing so is this damn snail." The room began to shake, and the cadence of my voice changed, but I was too absorbed in my rant to notice.
"He always does this, never considering how I''ll react. Can''t he focus on something else for just five seconds? Always holed up in his insufferable tower, acting like he''s a genius. No wonder the other gods are frustrated with him. If he''d stop meddling with mana control, they wouldn''t be so angry. There''s a god of fire for a reason; they don''t want him tampering with their element." I spoke all this aloud, my words flowing unchecked.
"But he never listens, always insisting he could to be more than the god of wisdom, assuring me that he''ll make them understand. How''s that working out, you fucking moron. I''m trapped within this damn crystal, and you''re reduced to a mere child. Doesn''t look like things are going well at all." The frustration in my voice escalated, my resentment pouring out.
¡°I can¡¯t believe you fucked me over in life and death! Following you wasn''t worth it. You dragged your followers into an unwinnable war, and when I died, you sealed me in a crystal along with others!" My seething rage manifested, spilling out into the surroundings with an intensity that couldn''t be contained.
"And then the other day, you have the audacity to tell me that you abandoned the battle when your own life was at stake? MY LIFE HAS ALWAYS BEEN ON THE LINE FOR YOU! I''ve done everything in my power for you, and now you''re confessing that you ran away when we needed you the most?" My anger and disappointment reached a boiling point as I let my frustrations spill out.
What was happening?
As this thought crossed my mind, it all dissolved. The emotions vanished as though they had never existed, and my mind fell into silence, leaving no trace of the memories I had been discussing. But I remembered what they said, or I said.
It seemed that one of the souls residing within me harbored some strong resentment towards Varian. Personally, the whole of me felt rather indifferent. While Varian could be a bit irksome, especially when he scolded me for my mistakes, I didn''t hold any strong dislike toward him, certainly not enough to unleash that tirade of anger. Though I couldn''t deny a bit of frustration regarding his untimely sleep, given that he needed to help me in selecting the next mobs in my dungeon.
Oh, right, my dungeon.
It was clear that my rage had left a chaotic aftermath. My snail had retreated into its shell, seeking refuge after my outburst, and Varian remained peacefully asleep, even snoring lightly now, evidently in need of the rest. Chairs lay in disarray, and books were scattered haphazardly across the floor. Additionally, an unfortunate table had borne the brunt of the havoc, a victim to the weight of multiple books from a top shelf, causing one of its legs to snap under the pressure.
As I surveyed the disarray, it struck me that my outburst had not only disrupted my immediate surroundings but had likely reverberated through the entire dungeon, perhaps even causing tremors that extended to a significant portion of the mountain range. Varian had mentioned that this mountain was situated beyond any kingdom''s borders, but that didn''t change the fact that goblins and other creatures residing nearby must have felt the surge of my power and experienced their homes shaking.
I needed to prepare for what''s coming. I looked at my choices again.
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Congratulations you have unlocked new mob types.
You may chose two of the following the inhabit your dungeon.
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[Goblin Sparkshapers]: Goblin Sparkshapers are adept at manipulating sparks and wielding other electrical abilities, like generating lightning-like bolts, and creating electric barriers, making them a force to be reckoned with. But like any conductor of electricity, they remain susceptible to electrical feedback, and mishandling their powers can result in unintended shocks or even harm to themselves.
[Goblin Mystic Trainee]: Mystic Trainees focus on harnessing mana to engage in communication and form pacts with elemental entities. They offend have difficulties in connecting with the elementals can ultimately lead to the elementals taking the initiative to set the rules for the pacts. Depending on the elemental this can result in one-sided pacts, or in rare cases the creation of a complete pact.
[Goblin Alchemist Apprentice]: Alchemy apprentices have mastered the art of creating stable and predictable mixtures, particularly explosive ones. However, these mixtures can sometimes be sensitive to external factors like temperature, causing unpredictable reactions.
[Goblin Healer Novice]: Goblin Healer novices are a unique subset of goblins who blend their innate magical abilities with a profound understanding of herbal remedies. They serve as the primary source of healing and well-being for their fellow goblins. Armed with knowledge of potent herbs, poultices, and magical incantations, they ensure the physical health of their kin.
[Goblin Illusionist Apprentice]: These Goblin Illusionist Apprentices have further honed their abilities in creating moderately convincing illusions. However, their illusions can sometimes be disrupted by sharp and sudden noises, revealing the deception to keen-eared adversaries.
[Goblin Pyromancer]: Pyromancer have elevated their control over fire and heat, generating large flames with more devastating potency. However, their relentless focus on pyromancy has left them vulnerable to the cold and wet, but resistance to their fire.
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Frustration crept in as I contemplated the choices before me. There were only three I could choose, and I needed to make each one count. I began by eliminating the choices I couldn''t take.
The Pyromancer, while it had been rare and one of the more intriguing options in the initial pop-up, fire was still far too hazardous for Varian, especially considering I now had a library filled with books and wooden shelves.
As for the snail, while it had proven its worth, it wasn''t the best fit for this elongated room, and I needed someone who could effectively cover this space, and someone for the initial, still-undeveloped room, which lacked a specific theme or purpose at the moment.
The idea of choosing an Alchemist Apprentice had its merits, but I lacked the necessary resources to adequately supply their work. The prospect of explosions and the inherent risks with the trade further deterred me from this option. Furthermore, the frigid temperature of the room we were in was an important factor to consider, as the choice''s success depended on it. Therefore, this choice was not a suitable one.
Considering the option of an Illusionist Apprentice seemed tempting, but I couldn''t overlook the fact that I needed goblins capable of defense. Illusions, while potentially effective as distractions, felt like a risky bet, relying on something that might not always work as intended. This uncertainty led me to forgo this choice.
With only Sparkshapers, Healer Novice, and Mystic Trainee in the first box, I had to narrow it down to two choices. The Healer was a definite keep, as the potential synergy with my snail was intriguing. That left me to decide between the Sparkshaper and the Mystic.
The Sparkshaper was everything I wanted, ranged spellcaster, has a defense spell, and has legs so he can move fast. But the potential to hurt himself sent me to look at the other one.
The Mystic Trainee wasn''t a bad choice, but it seemed like they needed time to improve their abilities. What gave me pause was something I had mentioned earlier: "There''s a god of fire for a reason; they don''t want him tampering with their element." This class indeed tampered with the elements, something the other gods didn''t want to exist. For some reason, this realization brought me a strange sense of joy. I decided without thinking, a mischievous giggle escaping me as I made my selection.
I broke out into a laugh as I looked at the other pop-up to choose my special mob type.
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A mob has embraced your power.
You may pick one of the following special mob types to inhabit your dungeon.
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[Goblin Timebender Initiate]: Timebender initiates have become more adept at manipulating temporal fluctuations. Their adjustments to time have a more substantial impact on the environment and events, allowing them to manipulate the flow of time with finesse. However, excessive use of their time-warping abilities can result in personal time-related disturbances, and dizziness, making it challenging to predict the effects.
[Goblin Seer]: Goblin Seers, a rare and mystical breed among their kind, possess an extraordinary attunement to the world''s mana. Their uncanny ability allows them to glimpse into the immediate future, providing a momentary foresight into their enemies'' actions. This unique gift not only grants them a formidable edge in combat but also enables strategic mastery. Rather than relying on sheer physical strength, Seers engage their foes with cunning and agility, using their enhanced awareness to elegantly evade oncoming attacks and strike with precision at precisely the right moments.
[Goblin Runeblades]: Goblin Runeblades are a distinctive breed among goblin-kind, having established a strong connection with the enigmatic power of ancient runes. These formidable warriors have delved deep into the study of runic lore and its application in the martial realm. By etching mystical symbols on their weapons, armor, and even their skin, Runeblades infuse these glyphs with potent and elemental magic. This infusion not only enhances the effectiveness of their weapons but also grants them the power to cast spells with rune-empowered strikes.
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This is when Varian was important, he could regale me with stories of what these creatures once were, but alas he slumbered. And so I looked them over myself.
The prospect of the Timebender was alluring, particularly considering it also had potential synergies with my snail. The ability to slow down enemies and hasten the snail''s movements seemed highly advantageous. However, the warning of "time-related disturbances" lurking within this choice loomed as a potential threat, raising concerns about potential dangers associated with the manipulation of time.
The Seer option seemed promising, with no apparent downsides and the enticing image of a skilled warrior gracefully navigating a battlefield, strategically attacking exposed points in armor before deftly moving away. It appeared to be a perfect choice, one that didn''t carry the risk of harm. However, I couldn''t help but feel compelled to explore the final option before making a final decision.
The Runeblade option was equally impressive. I couldn''t help but recall the runes that had adorned my trap, causing that goblin to be engulfed in the flames it had spewed. If this new companion could inscribe a similar pattern on a sword, the potential for devastation was clear. My mind painted a vivid picture of the same battlefield, but envisioning a different warrior who slashed through enemies, causing them to burst into flames, with blows raining down upon him only to transform his armor into stone, and lightning dancing around his feet as he moved effortlessly across the battlefield. The allure of this option was undeniable.
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But, as much as the Runeblade tempted me, I had to consider the nature of the soul I was essentially empowering. The individual in question was a swift and agile warrior, small in stature but undoubtedly resourceful. If the one who had attacked my snail was the recipient of this power-up, I wouldn''t hesitate to choose the Runeblade.
Then, a sudden realization struck me: why was I limited to just three?
Recalling the battle, I tried to pinpoint any reason that could have prevented me from obtaining one of the souls. It was during this reflection that I remembered my snail draining the life out of a goblin, but the spell it had employed had made no mention of soul absorption. Was it something my snail did, or because the spell killed him?
I pushed aside these questions for when Varian woke, and made my final choice.
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Name: Blake
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Race: Dungeon-Core
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Affinity Type: Magical/Divine
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Mana: 29 (1 per day)
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Mana to Level Up: 29/30
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Available Mobs
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[Sorcerer Snail]: (10 mana)
[Goblin Seer]: (15 mana)
[Goblin Healer Novice]: (8 mana)
[Goblin Mystic Trainee]: (6 mana)
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[Arcane Resonance]: Strengthen your connection to the magical energies of the dungeon, allowing you and your mobs more precise control over manipulation of mana.
[Arcane Ward]: Utilize hardened mana to establish temporary protective barriers and magical shields for the defense of the dungeon. The strength of these shields corresponds to the amount of mana infused into them.
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The thought crossed my mind, "Well, they''re expensive." But it left me pondering further: Why were they so costly? It did make sense that the Seer was expensive, considering its unique abilities. However, it puzzled me that the Seer cost more than my snail. After all, they both shared the same rarity, and the snail seemed to offer even more versatility than the Seer.
The reason for this discrepancy eluded me. Was it due to goblins'' inherent ability to think, or perhaps because of their bipedal nature? Or perhaps is was stronger than it seemed. Unable to arrive at a definite answer, I chose to set the matter aside for the time being, leaving it as another question to pose to Varian when he eventually woke.
Before creating a new mob, I entertained a thought: should I wait a day for a level up? But this approach would deplete my mana reserves, and I couldn''t be sure if I''d have enough time to generate more. An alternative was to spawn them all in at once, allowing for a steady passive mana gain, but that raised concerns. If Varian needed a shield, I wouldn''t have enough mana to create one. Given these considerations, I decided to spawn in the Healer and Seer for the time being, opting for a cautious approach.
Creating the Healer and Seer in front of my crystal, away from Varian, seemed like a prudent decision, considering any potential lingering tensions. As they materialized, their transformed appearances became immediately evident. The Healer now possessed smooth and healthy-looking skin, displaying a brighter shade of green, with longer hair than before, and a stouter build. She no longer had the sharp features typical of her Cave Goblin counterparts. She looked up at me, eyes a deep shade of purple, reminiscent of the hue of my crystal. By goblin standards, she was unquestionably the most beautiful among them. A smile adorned her face, and the warmth it radiated stirred a flutter in my heart.
The other goblin had indeed undergone a remarkable transformation. He now stood at nearly five feet tall, with skin that had darkened to a deep, almost blackish-purple shade. However, like the others, his skin had taken on a smooth and healthy appearance. He stood there with his eyes closed, but I imagined they shared the same purple color as the Healer''s. His hair, too, had grown longer, matching the new vibrant shade of his skin.
The compact muscles in his arms and body were evidence of his newfound strength, even surpassing the goblin my snail had previously faced. This transformation was nothing short of astonishing.
Hindsight made me question my decision. If I had foreseen the extent of his physical transformation, I might have chosen the Runeblade option. Nevertheless, while his body had undergone a remarkable change, his mindset remained unaltered.
The newly appointed Seer briefly opened his eyes, but upon doing so, he quickly closed them and took a small step backward. He grabbed the side of his head wincing, upon hearing a noise the Heal immediately looked at him. She jumped back, tripping over a snail that had finally joined the party. I sent her calming emotions trying to get her to understand that he was an ally, she didn''t seem to care, good thing I moved Varian.
With urgency, the Healer rose and rushed toward the Seer, noting that he still had his eyes closed. I transmitted a signal in the hope that it would serve as a warning to the Seer. He responded by turning towards her and abruptly opening his eyes.
Touk had indeed sought power, but this was more than he had anticipated.
Upon embracing the light, he had expected powers akin to those displayed by the snail or the deadly trap that had vanquished Lakar. However, as he underwent the transformation, something felt amiss. Although he had yet to open his eyes, he sensed the world around him. He observed the crystal that had brought him into existence and recognized his new master. He felt happiness when he lay his eyes upon the crystal, thankful for a second chance.
However, a sense of astonishment enveloped him as he laid eyes on the goblin standing next to him. She was incredibly beautiful, and her smile was unmistakable. She was Bolka, there was no doubt about it. While her appearance had changed significantly, the warmth in her smile gave her identity away.
Touk had always held a fondness for Bolka. She had been kind to him, never ridiculing him for his love of books. While she might not have been the most beautiful goblin in the tribe back then, her charm and personality had always drawn people to her. Now, her transformation had made her the most beautiful goblin by a considerable margin.
As Touk finally opened his eyes to look at Bolka, he was met with a surreal sight. Time appeared to slow down, and thousands of Bolka''s materialized, each moving in various directions. Some of them were translucent, while others appeared more substantial. Astonishingly, a few even seemed to launch attacks against him.
Touk''s attempt to grasp the sight before him was abruptly cut short as he closed his eyes and took a step back, the action accompanied by a sharp pain. It felt as if his body was urging him to keep his eyes open. Frustrated, he instinctively grabbed his head and groaned, only to be surprised by the deep and smooth timbre of his own voice. It was a stark contrast to the grumbling, crackling voice of his previous form, even deeper than that of the tribe''s chief.
A sudden jolt coursed through Touk, breaking his reverie. With his newfound heightened awareness, he noticed Bolka rising from the floor. She had tripped over the same snail that had caused her death earlier and was now charging toward him, ready to launch an attack. Her movements were swift, propelled by the strength she had gained. Touk swiftly pivoted to face her, his body instinctively responding, and as she closed in, he opened his eyes.
As thousands of Bolka''s manifested once more, Touk adopted a different approach this time. He observed the multitude of apparitions, carefully analyzing each one. Gradually, he discerned a pattern ¨C these were the potential movements she was contemplating making next. Those with a translucent quality were less probable, while the ones that appeared more tangible were the most likely.
He watched as some of the images vanished and reappeared, while others underwent slight changes. Amid the fluctuating visions, one remained consistent. It was the most tangible among the multitude, almost appearing as if two Bolka¡¯s were engaged in an attack.
Moments stretched into minutes for Touk, while to onlookers, it was but a matter of seconds. He meticulously observed the myriad images of Bolka, finally reaching a decision. Closing his eyes once more, this time the pain was less intense. Time accelerated as he surged forward, seizing Bolka''s wrist out of the air. With agility, he spun around her, maintaining a firm grip on her wrist, and simultaneously grasped her shoulder with his other hand, swiftly bringing her down to the ground. He secured his position by pressing his knee onto her back, effectively restraining her.
Touk couldn''t help but feel a sense of accomplishment, even though he had meticulously planned his actions over a span of minutes. He was genuinely proud of his precise execution. However, Bolka''s reaction was markedly different. She began screaming and thrashing, attempting to break free from his unyielding grip. It was apparent that the power bestowed upon her by the crystal wasn''t primarily strength-based, as her efforts to escape proved largely futile.
Once her screams subsided, Touk decided to speak, addressing the situation.
¡°Calm down Bolka, we are not enemies.¡± He knew she wouldn''t believe him even if he told her who he was, so Touk kept that to myself for the moment.
Bolka, still bewildered, asked, "Are you a goblin? How do you speak the language?"
Touk responded, "I am not entirely certain if I''m still goblin. I underwent a transformation, though it seems to have improved me in some way. As for speaking the language, you don''t necessarily need to be a goblin. I heard a human boy speak it to me earlier.¡±
"A human boy, deep underground, in a freezing cold library, speaking goblin?" She appeared highly skeptical.
¡°Yes, actually, it was quite strange.¡± His thoughts shifted to the boy he had encountered earlier. His whereabouts remained a mystery, but he realized it was a question for another time.
¡°Whatever, it doesn''t matter. How do you know me, who are you, and where are we?" Bolka pressed for answers.
"We''re in the place where you died, and the power you seek has embraced you," He echoed the words of the boy who had initially killed him in this mysterious place. "Or something along those lines, If I were to guess, it''s a dungeon, but I''m not entirely sure.¡± Touk then said with a shrug
Bolka''s skepticism and annoyance were palpable in her response. She implored Touk to release her, adding with a sneer, "And open your damn eyes. Do you really think you''re so good that you had to beat me with your eyes closed?"
Touk rose to his feet, releasing Bolka from his hold. She also stood, brushing herself off, and it was then that he fully realized the considerable height difference between them. She stood at nearly half his size. This newfound perspective offered an explanation for her initial fear of him. Despite her small stature, it was indeed brave of her to have attempted to stand her ground and challenge him. He recalled that Bolka had always been this way¡ªsometimes sweet and caring, yet capable of being the most formidable and fearsome goblin you could ever encounter when she was angry.
And, Bolka''s anger was palpable as she glared at Touk, her frustration and confusion mounting.
Their standoff was abruptly interrupted by a sudden noise emanating from the crystal. It had uttered something in the human language. While Touk was capable of reading the language, he was still unable to speak it, as his previous grumbly and cracking voice had made it difficult. However, with his new, deep and smooth voice, he realized it would now be much easier for him to communicate in this foreign language.
However, this didn¡¯t change the fact he couldn¡¯t understand the crystal now, but this unexpected development sparked an idea within him. Hurriedly, he dashed toward the nearby shelf and retrieved a book. Upon opening it, he discovered that its pages were blank, like he was hoping. He then made his way to the table that had been prepared for writing, likely for the child. With determination, he began to inscribe something in the human language.
¡°What do you want from up?¡± He wrote.
In response, another quill appeared above the book and began to write. When it had finished its message, it dipped itself into the inkwell and remained still.
"I have given you a second chance at life, bestowing upon you powers beyond your wildest dreams. In return, all I ask is for your assistance in defending my dungeon."
Touk realized that something about this place was indeed different. It was a dungeon, he knew it. This was a chance for him to start anew, to become something entirely different. Here, he had power, access to knowledge, and a sense of safety. He could potentially become stronger than any goblin in history. A smile gradually spread across his face, not for the power he had gained, but for the feeling that he finally had control over his own life. While he was required to serve the dungeon, he had no desire to leave. As he recalled the information from the books he had read about dungeons, he understood that he would not require food, water, or sleep in this new existence. This was perfection in every conceivable way for him.
Touk shared the exciting news with Bolka, who couldn''t help but feel the same sense of excitement. However, she did express curiosity about the specific powers the dungeon had granted her beyond her newfound appearance, as she couldn''t discern the differences.
After a brief exchange with the dungeon, Touk informed her that she had been designated as a Healer Novice.
Bolka scoffed at the title, saying, "Not really beyond my wildest dreams, I''m already more than a novice. In my tribe, I''m actually one of the best."
Touk sighed deeply and replied, "I know, Bolka, that''s not what it meant."
¡°How?¡± She questioned, obviously mad.
¡°What?¡± He responded.
"How do you know? How do you know my name? How do you know I''m the best in my tribe? How do you know that not what it meant? How can you write the human language? Why can you write in the book with your eyes closed? Tell me," she demanded, her tone insistent.
"Because, I''ve known you my whole life, Bolka. I came here with you, but I''ve changed now. you still recognize me?" Touk finally revealed, hoping that she would finally recognize him.
"No... its not you" she said, her voice quivering. "Touk?"
He nodded with a smile.
Bolka stepped back, her hand covering her mouth. "I''m so sorry. What happened to you? You know I would have never tried to hurt you," she mumbled, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Like I said, I changed, and for the better," Touk replied, conveying his newfound sense of empowerment and transformation.
Chapter 7 | Downtime
The Seer emerged victorious in their confrontation, pinning the Healer to the ground. Subsequently, they engaged in a back and forth using that strange goblin language, although their voices had taken on differences. Following their chat, the Seer released the Healer, and they stood there, gazing at each other for a moment. I guess it would be more accurate to say that the Healer was the one doing the staring. The Seer closed his eyes, directing his gaze vaguely in the Healer''s direction. He only briefly opened his eyes for a second or two during Bolka''s charge. When the fight ensued, he shut them, and they have remained that way since.
When the silence between them drew out too long, I remembered that I could speak.
"Please, let''s not fight. Are both of you alright?"
They both reacted with surprise when I spoke. The Healer''s face lit up with a warm smile, her demeanor softening as her eyes met my crystal. On the other hand, the Seer appeared excited, his expression suggesting a storm of thoughts swirling within him. After a brief moment of standing there, I was on the verge of speaking once more when the Seer darted toward one of my bookshelves. I observed him with curiosity as he opened a book, then flashed a smile at its blank pages.
Hurrying back to Varian''s desk, the Seer began to write something in the book.
Damn it, I had convinced myself that I couldn''t read after several unsuccessful attempts to grasp Varian''s writing. However, as the goblin wrote the words, they somehow began to make sense to me, and I found myself understanding them. To my astonishment, I realized that I could also write, conjuring a quill and skillfully etching the words onto the page.
The goblin and I engaged in a continuous exchange through the book. Varian had advised me to assert a sort of authority over my mobs once I could fully communicate with them. I had mistakenly referred to my Sorcerer Snail as my companion and friend one too many times. Varian emphasized that I could maintain a strong bond with them while ensuring they understood that I was in charge, after all, most are creatures with their natural instincts intact.
Following Varian''s guidance, I addressed my familiars in the same aloof manner that Varian often used when speaking to me. I strived for honesty in our communication, yet I held back certain information until Varian would be awake to answer better.
The Healer, whose name I learned was Bolka when the Seer wrote it during their second question, appeared was rather displeased upon hearing what I had told them about the power I had granted her. She cycled through a range of emotions, initially coming across as snarky, followed by confusion, and ultimately ending with tears. Bolka and the Seer shared an embrace that seemed to bring her solace, and they engaged in a conversation for a while, so I gave them some space.
They conversed for about five minutes before Bolka stood up and caught my attention. She began making various gestures in the air, apparently attempting to perform some form of magic.
Touk, the Seer, shared a smile with Bolka before returning to the book. Our conversation continued over the next hour or so, with both sides doing their best to answer each other''s questions. I discovered that they hailed from a goblin tribe about an hour''s walk from my dungeon. Touk, the Seer, explained that he had been a lower-ranking member of the tribe and suggested he might have been dispatched on the expedition to be disposed of.
The other three, Bolka, a renowned herbalist in the tribe, the warrior who met his end at the hands of my snail, and the chief''s son who perished in one of my traps, had come to claim the power their chief believed was crucial.
It seemed like a complex situation.
After I built some rapport with my new mobs, I finally felt comfortable telling them about Varian. After all, leaving him near the entrance of my second room was a risky move, especially if I were to get invaded again.
As I detailed the situation in writing, Touk read with a laugh, surprising me with his response. He promptly got up and made his way toward the location where I had directed him to find Varian.
As he laughed and rose from the chair, Bolka, still struggling with her magic, continued her unsuccessful attempts. She had been persistently doing so since I had shared information about her class. When Touk began walking away, Bolka spoke to him, to which he responded with a wave, signaling for her to follow.
Bolka hurried to catch up with Touk, appearing to question him in their native language. He responded with a smile and continued walking toward Varian. As they moved past a table that had obstructed their view of Varian, Bolka suddenly froze, her expression one of bewilderment as she gazed upon Varian''s unconscious form. Touk burst into laughter at her reaction, but Bolka remained still, her gaze unbroken. After a couple of moments, she turned to Touk and made a comment, which sent them both into fits of laughter, a sight that brought me joy.
After their laughter subsided, Touk appeared to explain what I want them to do regarding Varian. Bolka nodded in understanding and knelt beside Varian to assess his condition, checking for any signs of injury or distress. Once she confirmed that he was physically well, Bolka spoke to Touk, who then gently lifted Varian and carried him back to my crystal. I had prepared a small bed in the back corner, behind my dais. They carefully laid Varian down, and I summoned a blanket to cover him, even though he didn''t require protection from the cold. Then again, he had never mentioned needing sleep, so it was best to be cautious.
While the goblins made their way back to the writing table, I used my powers to construct wooden walls, each an inch thick, around the bed, effectively creating a small room within the larger chamber. The two goblins appeared visibly impressed by the addition, which brought a sense of satisfaction and contentment.
They sat down at the table and started talking, occasionally asking me a question or two but seemed to understand their role in my dungeon. This went on for a couple of hours, and afterwards, they went their separate ways. Touk stationed himself near my core, just as Varian had, immersed in writing within a book. Bolka and my snail moved to the front of the room, where Bolka seemed to have developed a fondness for the snail, addressing him, and talking to him in a higher-pitched voice. In turn, my snail appeared to have taken a liking to the goblin, allowing her to pick him up without any resistance. It was heartwarming to see the bonds forming between my mobs.
As the next couple of hours passed, a feeling of uncertainty washed over me, leaving me wondering, "What now?" Do I simply wait? How long will Varian remain asleep¡ªdays, months, years? Varian possessed the ability to communicate with the goblins and teach my mobs to harness their magical abilities, something I had no knowledge of beyond the fact that I possessed it.
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Wait!
The souls within me were all proficient in using magic. If I could tap into some of their memories, it would undoubtedly make things easier. I attempted to recollect some of the experiences from the various lives I had lived, consciously striving to maintain my composure and avoid being overwhelmed by emotions, as had happened the last time I began to recall a soul''s life.
It was like a tidal wave, overwhelming me in a way I hadn''t expected. The torrent of memories circled me, hundreds of different lives flickered past, varying in length and clarity. Most of these memories highlighted important moments, while others remained hazy and unfocused. I desperately sought out any healers among the clear memories, as Touk seemed to have a grip on his powers. As I found one, a young elf boy. I focused on his life trying to block out the other memories that were surrounding me. It worked, and I could feel the smile on his face as his mother embraced him when he healed a cut on her leg. His life flashed forward, and he found himself standing at a wooden door, with sweat dripping down his forehead. When the door opened, a tall, young man with long, messy black hair and a floppy pointed hat with purple robes stood on the other side, his eyes aglow with a purple light¡ªit was Varian.
I felt his presence, and it was so overwhelming that it made it difficult to stay upright. The mana around him was dense, making it hard to breathe. The moment Varian gazed at the elf, his life flashed forward once again.
Now, he was in the thick of a battlefield, with a simple wave of his hand, soldiers began to rise, revitalized and renewed, charging back into the fray with a newfound strength. His life continued to speed forward, and he found himself once more on the same chaotic battlefield. A colossal dragon was wreaking havoc among the ranks of soldiers, and I could sense a surge of fear for impending death, a burning anger aimed at the other gods, and profound sorrow for not being able to assist Varian more.
Another dragon soared overhead, leaving a blazing trail as it descended towards the battlefield, heading straight for the elf. With urgency, the elf slammed his staff into the ground, conjuring a protective bubble of green light that spread out from him, shielding the formation he was part of. The approaching dragon noticed this and flew closer, attempting to land on the barrier. The elf''s knees buckled under the strain, blood trickling from his nose as he strained to maintain the protective barrier. The dragon pressed on, putting its full weight on the shield, and the elf dropped to his knees. In the end, the barrier shattered, and the dragon crashed down.
The memory ended, and a succession of other recollections began to replace it. But I remained in shock, deeply affected by the battle I had just witnessed. Memories faded now that my attention was slipping, and I felt a profound sadness. Witnessing the battle felt like a part of myself had been extinguished, and it had all transpired within a mere 30 seconds. Experiencing the emotions of the elf, feeling attached to his plight, and recognizing that it was, in a way, me¡ªit all weighed heavily on my mind and bothered me deeply.
My contemplation was cut short by a blue box appearing in the corner of my vision. I took a moment to calm myself, then opened it to read.
| Your mob [Goblin Healer Novice] Bolka has learned a new spell. |
| [Rejuvenate]: This spell invokes restorative energy, channeling it into the target to promote rapid healing and rejuvenation. A bright green glow envelops the target, enabling the body to repair damaged tissues and mend minor wounds. |
That''s quite impressive indeed. It seems she was able to grasp the intricacies of spellcasting without any prior information.
I rushed over to Bolka, only to discover her lying face down on the ground. Panic welled up within me as I had no idea what had transpired. My immediate reaction was to go back to Touk, who was still engrossed in his writing, and I flipped the book we had been using to write messages back and forth open with force. Startled, Touk watched as I rapidly wrote down what had happened to Bolka. His eyes widened as he read my words, and even before I had finished writing, he abruptly stood up, his chair toppling backward, and sprinted toward Bolka.
Touk covered the distance swiftly, coming to a halt next to Bolka''s unconscious form. He briefly opened his eyes, scanning the area for any signs of what might have caused her to lose consciousness. Finding nothing amiss, he hoisted her up and carried her back to my crystal, where I created another room with a bed in the opposite corner from Varian.
Touk gently laid Bolka down on the bed, then left the room to investigate what might have caused her loss of consciousness. Both he and I searched the area but found no immediate clues. Returning to Bolka''s side, Touk settled in a chair outside the room where she lay and began writing in a book once more. However, it was evident that he was still deeply troubled by the event.
It was a relief to see Bolka wake up with the dawn, even though she appeared a bit sluggish. She explained to Touk, who then relayed the information to me, that she had fainted because she had continued trying to cast magic after just learning what it was from Touk, completely unaware of the concept of mana depletion. Given her lack of knowledge about mana control, it was likely that she had funneled all her mana into a single use of the spell.
This explanation made sense, and I received a notification confirming that she had acquired a new spell, something that typically occurred when my mobs successfully cast a spell. It was clear that Bolka''s magical abilities were progressing rapidly, albeit with some unexpected consequences.
Over the course of the next three days, my mobs grew closer as they spent a significant amount of time together. The trio engaged in sparring sessions, with Bolka usually observing since she couldn''t match the strength of the snail or the Seer. However, she got to use her healing spell on the one who lost, and this brought her great joy. It was evident that Bolka had developed a deep affinity for magic.
She especially appeared delighted when she healed Touk''s arm after one of the matches, a scene that reminded me of the elven boy whose soul was among those residing within me. It brought lingering sadness from the elf''s death, something I had not yet fully processed. I still haven¡¯t revisited the memories since then, in fear of another experience like that.
I pushed that to the side for now, because I realized that four days had transpired since I had remade Bolka and Touk, as well as since the invasion. The time had come for me to create another to join our growing group.
I shared my plan with Bolka and Touk, and I also mentioned the possibility that the next mob I created could be the same individual who had died during the invasion. To my surprise, they both made it abundantly clear that the deceased was not their friend but rather someone who held a more authoritative role. They explained that he had a tendency to be rude, particularly toward Touk, and that Bolka didn''t like him for that reason, leading to frequent clashes between them. I told them this was a maybe though, I''ve never created a mob with a soul that''s been dead for a while.
They settled on the decision that Bolka would be the one to welcome the newest member, considering that Touk''s size and appearance might be a bit intimidating. To facilitate this, I created pillars along the rug that extended the length of the room, evenly spaced at 15-foot intervals, which would allow Touk to remain concealed nearby and observe the interaction without drawing undue attention to himself.
With all the preparations in place, I expended my mana to create the Mystic Trainee. As he materialized, there were some noticeable differences in his appearance from his original form. He stood at a height of 4 feet but hunched slightly, making him around three and a half feet tall. His skin had the same healthy look as the others, but with a pale purple shade. Unlike Bolka and Touk, he was bald, and his body was covered in tattoos featuring various symbols and runes. While Bolka wore white robes and Touk dressed in a cloth shirt and pants, this new goblin sported no shirt and wore pants made of furs and leather.
Despite his wild appearance, the Mystic Trainee''s expression didn''t match his looks. Instead of appearing crazed, he looked around the room with an intrigued and cautious expression, as if assessing the environment for any potential threats. His gaze eventually landed on Bolka, and his eyes widened.
Chapter 8 | The Pact
Nora found herself seated within her office inside a temple devoted to Zephyra, nestled in the heart of Serenova, the capital of the kingdom of Arvendale. Surrounded by scrolls and ancient artifacts, she was engrossed in her usual paperwork. Her thoughts wandered, reflecting on the path her life had taken since accepting the position of High Priestess within the Zephyrian clergy.
As she meticulously transcribed sacred texts onto fresh parchment, Nora couldn''t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. When she had first heeded the call to serve Zephyra, she had envisioned a life of exploration, charting uncharted territories, and basking in the freedom of the open air. Yet, the reality was her confined to a desk, her days dedicated to preserving the timeless wisdom espoused by the goddess of wind.
One of the young Chime Keepers burst into Nora''s office, breathless and agitated.
"High Priestess, I have urgent news," the young Keeper exclaimed.
Nora, her concern evident, urged the young man to catch his breath before speaking.
After gasping for air for a moment, he finally conveyed the message, "Someone has forged a pact with an elemental."
Nora paused, her brow furrowing as she considered the significance of this report. The presence of countless elementals, spanning the breadth of each elemental force, made the concept of forming pacts with these beings a longstanding tradition.
A pact represents a contract, an agreement forged between an individual and an elemental spirit. These pacts hold the potential to bestow upon the pact holder a diverse array of abilities. From slicing through wood with blades of wind, to imbuing one''s sword with the power of fire, and even mending the wounds of the injured, the spectrum of abilities is vast, with those examples being rare and celebrated.
Yet, the path to forming such pacts is not one easily trodden. The only legitimate way to initiate a pact is through the intervention of the elementals god, who act as an intermediary in these otherworldly negotiations. Elemental spirits communicate through the very life force of the world, mana, and the manipulation of this essence is considered a taboo. The privilege of mana manipulation is granted solely to the elemental spirits and the divine gods themselves.
Nora responded with indifference, saying, "Great! Give them my congratulations and instruct them to document the abilities that their pact grants them." She returned her focus to her writing.
But when the young keeper emphasized, "No, High Priestess. Someone has formed a complete pact with an elemental," Nora''s casual demeanor vanished. Her quill slipped from her trembling hand, and her face paled as she registered the gravity of the situation.
In a voice quivering, she managed to stammer, "How?"
The implications of this revelation led Nora to contemplate two possibilities. First, this could mean the emergence of a new chosen of Zephyra, something that would have undoubtedly been communicated to Nora, who served as the High Priestess of the deity. However, Nora remained certain that the current chosen, Sophie, had not met her demise. This led her to consider the unsettling alternative ¡ª that someone had managed to commune with an elemental spirit without the aid of its corresponding deity, an act achievable only through the manipulation of mana.
In a world where everyone possessed mana, using it to enhance their skills, level up, and unlock new abilities was common practice. However, using one''s mana to manipulate the very essence of the world''s mana was a forbidden art that crossed a moral boundary. It was an act that threatened the balance of the universe and carried consequences.
The keeper''s face reflected a deep sense of fear as he spoke, "I''m not sure, High Priestess. All I know is what I felt on the wind."
Nora knew he possessed a pact with a wind elemental, a common bond that granted him the ability to sense others who had formed pacts with wind elementals. With this it was possible that he could detect the formation of the complete pact.
¡°Alright, you may leave.¡± Nora ordered, after regaining herself.
After the keeper ran out the room, Nora started looking for a blank piece of paper which was harder than one would think, given the mess of parchment and scrolls in her office. After finding a suitable piece, she started to write an urgent message to the Council of Windseekers.
Once complete, she quickly made her way through the temple finding one of her trusted messengers, a Keeper named Elara, who had a pact that allowed her to send messages through the wind.
Nora said, "Elara, use your pact to deliver this message to the Council of Windseekers and tell them to gather here by the week. This matter is of utmost importance, and their presence is required." Elara nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.
Nora couldn''t help but sigh as she prepared for the impending arrival of the eccentric members of the Council. Although they were an unconventional bunch, she knew they would be instrumental in the upcoming task.
Three days later Nora sat in the meeting room, the atmosphere charged with the familiar sounds of a heated exchange, which had seemingly become an integral part of these gatherings. They awaited Sophie''s imminent arrival, who was scheduled to join them shortly.
"You''re being ridiculous, Nina. This meeting could be crucial, so quit acting like it''s a bother," grumbled Samuel, a hulking figure with a bald head, caramel skin and a long braided beard. As a devoted paladin of Zephyra, his fierce loyalty to their deity was unquestionable, and his words carried a deep and gruff tone that was all too familiar.
It appeared that her sister, was maintaining her reputation as a troublemaker. Every time Nina and Samuel attended a meeting, their dynamic of bickering and conflict seemed to be a well-established tradition. Samuel''s strict adherence to the rules clashed with Nina''s more unpredictable and impulsive nature, creating a colorful and often chaotic partnership within the Council.
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Attempting to maintain some semblance of peace, Alice, a diminutive elven woman, her vibrant green hair neatly tied in a ponytail that contrasted beautifully with her fair olive skin and striking deep blue eyes, interjected with an exasperated tone, "Calm down, she''s just trying to get to you." Alice, who had been granted a healing pact, was known for her kind and nurturing personality, and she often played the role of mediator in these confrontations.
Nina, never one to back down, retorted with a hint of defiance, "You might want to heed her advice, big guy. Your size doesn''t intimidate me." Nina had a tall stature and long, flowing black hair, with tanned skin and blue eyes.
Nina''s confident demeanor was often accentuated by her effortless grace and a subtle, yet undeniable, air of authority. Despite her sometimes confrontational nature, those who knew her well understood that her boldness was matched by an unwavering dedication to her duties as a paladin of Zephyra. It was her combination of intellect and strategic prowess that had earned her a place on the Council four years ago, a position bestowed upon her by the High Priest preceding Nora.
She couldn''t help but reflect on the complex relationship she shared with her younger sister. With a five-year age gap between them, their interactions had always been marked by a peculiar blend of rivalry and camaraderie. This dynamic had only grown more intricate and competitive since Nora''s appointment as High Priestess two years ago, adding an additional layer of tension to their already intricate relationship.
She couldn''t help but release a weary sigh as she listened as her sister made another comment, again attempt to incite an argument. This new exchange continued for another 15 minutes before Nora decided it was time to intervene. Clearing her throat, she brought about an abrupt hush that descended upon the gathering, effectively silencing the ongoing dispute.
"Hello, everyone. I''m grateful that you could respond to the short notice, but the matter at hand is of grave significance. It looks like Sophie will be running late, but since everyone else is here we''ll go ahead and start without her," she addressed the room with a sense of urgency.
Nina wore a pout on her face and grumbled, "This had better be worth it. You made me travel halfway across the kingdom."
Nora''s patience wore thin as she responded, "Someone has formed a complete pact with a wind elemental using magic. Now, you tell me how important that sounds." Her words carried a tone of weariness and frustration with her sister''s nonchalance.
A collective gasp filled the room at Nora''s revelation, including her sister, whose expression shifted from pouting annoyance to one of sheer horror and shock. The same sentiments were mirrored on the faces of everyone present, as the gravity of the situation became apparent.
Nora''s gaze shifted toward Liam, the seasoned elder of the Council of Windseekers. Despite his relatively short stature, his well-maintained physique attested to his vitality, while his salt-and-pepper hair and dark brown eyes spoke of his wisdom and experience. Liam had remained notably silent throughout the gathering, hinting at his prior knowledge of the pact''s formation.
"Liam," she addressed him directly, her voice carrying a sense of urgency, "I''m going to need you to track the holder of the pact." Liam met her gaze with a solemn nod.
Liam possessed a unique pact, akin to that of the Keeper who had first brought the troubling event to Nora''s attention three days earlier. However, his was markedly more potent, bestowing upon him the ability to pinpoint the direction of any pact holder with precision.
Nora''s instructions continued as she divided responsibilities among her council members. "Nina and Samuel," she addressed, "one of you will need to assemble a team and accompany Liam."
"Alice," Nora continued, "I need you to coordinate with the local healers and prepare a medical team to accompany Liam, and whoever goes with him on the mission. Ensure they have the necessary supplies for potential injuries and emergencies during their journey."
As the council members dispersed to embark on their respective assignments, Nora remained in the now-empty meeting room, her thoughts shifting to the upcoming challenges. With a deep breath, she steeled herself for what lay ahead.
A sudden gust of wind swirled through the room, and as Nora looked up, she found Sophie seated across from her. Sophie''s presence didn''t come as a surprise, as she had a penchant for appearing in such a manner.
"Oh, damn, did I miss the meeting?" Sophie inquired, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Nora frowned. "No, it''s fine. Have you heard?" she replied.
Sophie nodded in acknowledgment of the situation. "Of course, but it seems like you have this under control. I''m about to travel to Darthic. Could you please resolve this before my return? I''d much rather not deal with the headache of killing some backwoods lunatic who stumbled upon mana control or uncovered forbidden texts." Her words were infused with nonchalance and a hint of boredom, as if she had encountered similar issues countless times before and preferred not to be bothered by such matters.
Sophie was an intriguing individual. As an elf, she stood at an average height, with long, flowing brown hair that added an air of ethereality to her appearance. Her striking green eyes held a certain mesmerizing quality and were known to occasionally emit a subtle, otherworldly glow.
What made her even more intriguing was that she held her status as the chosen of Zephyra for nearly two centuries, meaning she had a lifespan that surpassed even the longevity of most elves, who typically lived for around 150 years. Despite her centuries of service, Sophie retained a youthful appearance, and her carefree, youthful demeanor often belied her true age.
"Yes, I will handle it," Nora replied, her unease evident as she sensed Sophie''s lack of seriousness in the matter.
Sophie, seemingly unfazed by the situation, responded with a breezy tone, "Oh, wonderful, I''ll be off then!" She rose from her seat, appearing ready to make a swift exit.
Nora, however, wasn''t entirely convinced and sought some guidance. "Wait, should I contact the other churches?"
Sophie let out a weary sigh, her demeanor growing more impatient. "No, don''t bother. Like I said, someone just stumbled upon some magic or something. It''s a common occurrence. The only thing that''s different is that they figured out how to use mana speech and made a complete pact. It doesn''t necessarily mean they understand what they did or how to replicate it."
Nora tried to express her concerns, beginning, "Yes, but what if they make another complete pact¡ª"
"Do you realize how lucky they are to have one complete pact?" Sophie interjected, cutting Nora off, her voice tinged with exasperation. "The elemental and the pact holder have to bond their souls, which essentially means that if one dies, the other follows. It''s not something that happens often, as elementals are typically averse to the idea of relinquishing their immortality through such means."
Sophie continued to downplay the situation, stating, "They might make a couple of minor pacts with other elementals. Mixed with their complete pact, they could be formidable, but it shouldn''t pose a significant challenge for the knights you''re sending."
In a rare moment of gravity, Sophie added, "In the unlikely scenario where they manage to form another complete pact, send word and I will come kill them myself."
Chapter 9 | Mystic
Lakar had it all: strength, good looks, and influence. His father, the tribe''s chief, had entrusted him with the most crucial journey of his life, and he had the privilege of hand-picking his team. He chose three goblins to keep the expedition low-profile and avoid drawing unnecessary attention. His father, being the high level he was, had sensed some sort of power and wanted them to investigate it.
Lakar had carefully chosen his companions for this journey. Among them was Bolka, a highly skilled herbalist from their tribe, Arlek, a warrior who had not only challenged Lakar''s father but had also survived, earning the chief''s respect. And then there was Touk, the smallest adult goblin Lakar had ever encountered. What made Touk exceptional, however, was his unparalleled intelligence. He often said things about the world that left Lakar bewildered and that made him think.
Lakar understood the significance of intelligence all too well. His father was the most formidable goblin he had ever encountered in terms of physical strength, yet he was also one of the least intelligent. The chief lacked strategic thinking, and their tribe had never won a battle without the chief personally slaying most of their opponents. He would send their fighters charging into archer fire, then berate them for being weak when they inevitably got pelted with arrows. No one dared to question his tactics or suggest that his plans were flawed, so they were forced to accept that battles under his leadership would result in significant casualties.
Lakar held Touk in high regard for good reason. Touk was a natural strategist, and if it weren''t for Arlek''s presence, Lakar would have frequently sought the small goblin''s counsel on a wide range of matters. He began to regret having brought Arlek along. If it were just him, Touk, and Bolka, he could freely seek their guidance without any reservations. Bolka didn''t mind that Touk was an outcast and had consistently stood up for him. Lakar had only managed to bring Touk along because he had informed his father and Arlek that Touk was essentially expendable, someone to be left behind if the situation demanded it. In reality, however, Lakar had no qualms about leaving Arlek behind, a truth he concealed carefully.
Lakar''s mistreatment of Touk stemmed from his fear of appearing weak, knowing that goblins who held a deep passion for knowledge and books were often treated as outcasts. His brothers had met their demise because of their perceived weakness, and he didn''t want to share their fate.
However, Lakar had recently come to a realization: Touk was right. Words held incredible power, a fact made glaringly obvious when a vivid purple circle of spinning words materialized in the air. Lakar found himself stunned, about to inquire if Touk could decipher the mysterious text. But before he could voice his question, the spinning words locked in place and released a blazing ball of fire.
Expecting the fireball to strike him as a projectile, Lakar stood his ground and braced for impact. However, to his horror, he soon realized that it wasn''t an ordinary projectile ablaze with flames, but a pure, scorching ball of fire that engulfed him completely, enveloping him in its searing heat.
But none of that mattered now, he was dead.
Lakar found himself shrouded in darkness, overwhelmed by regrets. He wished he hadn''t been so cruel to Touk, wished he didn''t have to pander to his moronic father, and wished he hadn''t brought Touk and Bolka to this forsaken place. His only hope was that they would find a way to turn back, but he had little confidence in that outcome. His father would surely kill them if they went back without him.
A faint purple light was visible in the distance. The light held the promise of power, but Lakar no longer desired power. He had tasted its allure and grown weary of constantly looking over his shoulder, of living a life where he couldn''t be himself, of being unable to share his thoughts and fears, and of never making true friends due to the fear that they, or himself, would be perceived as weak and subsequently killed.
Lakar suddenly realized that this power was different from what he already possessed. It was the power his father coveted, the power he had sent their team to retrieve, the power that killed him, it held the same purple glow as the circle.
Was it giving him a second chance?
The power instructed him to wait, and so Lakar patiently abided. As he waited, he couldn''t help but wonder what the nature of this power he had received would be. He held onto the hope that it might be similar to the circle that had ended his life, as he yearned to control fire as it had done.
Lakar acknowledged that he wasn''t the sharpest goblin, but he reasoned that the power wouldn''t merely bestow abilities upon him. After all, he had died first, and logically, he shouldn''t have been granted a second chance. He could only assume that Bolka, Touk, and Arlek would also receive an opportunity, assuming they had met the same fate. Lakar knew it was an unusual thought, but he secretly hoped they had died here as well, rather than returning and facing a grim fate at the hands of his father. Well except for Arlek, he didn''t care for that suck up.
As Lakar spent time in the darkness, he found himself growing to respect Touk even more. Touk had defied the tribe''s norms, risking his life to pursue his interests, and Lakar couldn''t help but wonder if he had made a similar choice, he might still be alive. Lakar vowed that in this new life, he would strive to learn as much as he could and make choices that were true to himself, forging the friendships he desired.
The moment had arrived, and the power extended itself toward him once again. Although he hesitated initially, he eventually accepted it, determined to make the most of this second chance, vowing to be a better goblin this time around.
As Lakar''s world slowly materialized around him, he found himself surrounded by books on all sides, which made the learning think easier. Upon further examination, he realized that the room was long, with bookshelves lining the walls. Pillars ran down the center of the room, and a purple rug followed the path between the pillars. A bunch of empty chairs and table littered the room at random intervals.
He couldn''t help but notice a table to his right that stood out from the others. It was the only table with items on it, including a few books and loose papers, two quills, and an inkwell. What truly caught his attention, however, was the absolutely massive shell resting on the table. It was truly a wonder that the table could support the weight of the shell, which was close to 3 feet tall and 2 feet wide. Resting on the table only made it appear even larger.
As he continued to examine his surroundings, Lakar''s gaze settled on a goblin standing next to a purple crystal, she was undoubtedly the most beautiful he had ever seen. She was approximately the same height as the massive shell, adorned in long white robes with a purple stripe running down the front. Her long black hair cascaded gracefully around her, and her striking purple eyes gleamed. Her skin appeared as healthy as that of surface goblins, with a similar green shade.
She smiled uneasily at him, and he couldn''t help but feel a similar sense of unease. He was aware that he was a goblin from the caves, but he shouldn''t have been too unfamiliar to her.
She seemed both surprised and taken aback by his appearance but tried to be kind and offered a gentle smile. Lakar examined his own body, his skin was smooth like the other goblins, but was adorned with lines and words. He could feel the draft in the room atop his head, signaling the loss of his hair. He had no clothing covering his chest, and his lower half was clad in fur pants. Although he didn''t comprehend the meanings of the inscriptions on his body, it was clear that they were attempting to communicate to him, he could feel them trying to tell him something.
The female goblin cleared her throat, regaining his attention, then spoke.
¡°Lakar, is that you?¡±
This bewildered him, how did she know his name? Oh, right, it was likely that one of the others had been revived before him. They probably informed her of his identity. He hoped they were nearby so that he could apologize, and maybe take a swing at Arlek.
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"Yes, it''s me," he responded, treading cautiously. If this goblin had been the one to bring him back, he wanted to show respect by not bombarding her with questions right off the bat. His past experience with his father taught him that speaking first could lead to consequences.
"Oh, uh, how do you feel?" she replied, her smile fading, voice slightly uncertain, as if unsure of how to continue the conversation after his response.
Lakar began to speak with less formality, deciding he didn''t want to be overly subservient in this new life. "I seem to be better now. I was dead, as I assume you already know."
The female goblin drew a deep breath. "Yes, you have ventured into a dungeon and met your end. However, the dungeon has extended to you a second opportunity, and you''ve accepted it. Your being rewarded with an ability known as magic, each form distinct and you will uncover your own specialization over time. The only condition is your allegiance; you may lead your life as you see fit, as long as you remain within the dungeon''s confines and defend it when it''s threatened. Decline this offer, and your newfound power will be revoked, returning you to death''s embrace once more."
Her attempt at an intimidating speech was marred by persistent stuttering and a tendency to fumble with larger words. It was evident that she had rehearsed her lines only once, as she kept needing to restart phrases.
She let out a sigh, her frustration palpable. ¡°Well, you''ve got the gist of it. just don''t leave the dungeon without permission, and help with its attack, and you''ll get to do some interesting stuff. Trust me.¡±
She approached him and extended her hand for a handshake, her expression turned to one of anger. As he took her hand, she spoke, "It''s good to see you again, Lakar. It''s me, Bolka. Do you remember me?"
Lakar''s eyes widened in shock as Bolka suddenly recoiled and delivered a swift punch to his face. He stumbled backward, only to be yanked back towards her by her strong grip, receiving another blow before she released him. He fell onto the rug, feeling the impact. Though her punches weren''t excessively forceful, the suddenness of the attack was still startling. She began to scold him, but her reprimand was abruptly interrupted by a deep and clear voice, even for goblin standards, that filled the room.
¡°What are you doing, Bolka?¡±
A large goblin stepped out from behind a nearby pillar, he was tall and lanky but looked strong, he stood at around 5 feet tall. He had long, dark purple hair neatly pushed back behind his pointed ears. His skin matched his hair, and was smooth like Lakars and the female goblin, who was apparently Bolka. Although his eyes were closed, it was clear that he was directing his unwavering attention toward Lakar.
He walked towards them never opening his eyes. Bolka turned to him and started explaining herself.
¡°He deserves that, he forced us to go with him, to die for his cause. That''s the least I can do.¡± Bolka yelled, staring daggers at Lakar, who still sat on the ground trying to figure out what was happening.
"Bolka, I understand you''re angry, but he led us here, and I don''t know about you, but this place has helped me become better than ever. If anything, we should be thanking him," the large goblin reasoned, his voice carrying a tone of reason and gratitude.
"That''s not the point. If this place couldn''t revive us, we''d all be dead, and he would be to blame," Bolka argued, her frustration still evident in her voice.
"But that didn''t happen, so let''s not fight." The large goblin reasoned.
"Not only that, but he treated you terribly." She retorted.
"That doesn''t matter now, we have all changed. And we are all part of this dungeon now, so lets try to get along, ok? Speaking of the dungeon, we are making it worry. I can sense its watching, and it appears to be anxious.¡± the large goblin suggested, adopting a more passive tone.
Bolka almost immediately calmed down once the dungeon was mentioned, looking over at the crystal and sighing, she nodded.
Lakar''s thoughts raced as he pieced together the situation. The female goblin was indeed Bolka, and her argument was valid. This was something he had pondered extensively during his time in the darkness, a matter he deeply regretted. Furthermore, her use of "us" indicated that the tall goblin was either Arlek or Touk. Given Arlek''s personality, Lakar suspected that the large goblin had to be Touk, as Arlek would never have attempted to mediate a fight.
If that''s true Touk''s transformed appearance was quite intimidating, and intriguingly, he hadn''t opened his eyes during the entire exchange.
Touk extended a hand to help Lakar up, offering an apology, "Sorry about Bolka. I hope you''re okay."
Lakar accepted the hand and pulled himself to his feet, offering a sincere response, "It''s okay, I deserved that. I''m sorry to both of you."
Touk appeared taken aback but accepted the apology with a nod of understanding. Bolka, though still visibly upset, acknowledged the apology with a solemn nod as well.
Bolka approached Lakar and performed a mysterious gesture in the air in front of him. In response, his body began to emit a gentle green glow, and his bruised face appeared to heal. Lakar couldn''t help but wonder if this was the power granted to Bolka by the dungeon. It left him pondering what abilities he might receive and what abilities Touk possessed, especially considering Touk''s unopened eyes. The mysteries of the dungeon and its powers intrigued him.
Over the next hour or so, Bolka and Touk elaborated on the dungeon''s purpose, revealing that it required their protection for its crystal and some slumbering human child. The mention of the human child left Lakar thoroughly bewildered, but he decided to go along with it, trusting in the wisdom of his companions.
At some point during their conversation, Bolka suddenly jumped up and exclaimed, "Oh, I forgot, you need to meet the other member of our team!"
Touk let out a sigh, as she ran over to a table where the shell was resting. With surprising ease, she picked up the shell and brought it over to where they were sitting. Placing the shell gently next to the chairs, she spoke to it, "Come on, wake up, please."
Two curious eye stalks emerged from the shell, and they swiveled around before settling on Lakar. The snail appeared to be evaluating him, and after seemingly concluding that Lakar posed no threat, something that did sting Lakars pride a bit, the snail cautiously emerged from its shell.
The snail turned its gaze toward Touk, to which Touk responded anxiously, "No, not right now, buddy. We have a new member." However, the snail continued to fixate on Touk until he relented, "Alright, but we need to make it quick. We''ll stop after one hit."
As Touk walked over to the middle of the room, Bolka let out a giggle.
¡°Whats happening?¡± Lakar asked.
"They''re about to spar. It''s one of the only things we can do around here for now, though apparently, the dungeon is working on more rooms," Bolka explained as she positioned the snail in the center of the room.
Lakar couldn''t help but wonder about the nature of Touk''s power, he said he could sense the dungeon watching earlier. Observing the snail''s size and the fact that Bolka had been carrying it everywhere, it was hard to envision how the snail could emerge victorious.
As the fight started, Lakar''s initial assessment couldn''t have been further from the truth. The seemingly immobile snail possessed an incredible power. It effortlessly summoned the air and condensed it into purple shards, launching them at Touk with impressive speed. Touk, to his credit, displayed exceptional agility as he adeptly dodged the shards. During the skirmish, Touk would occasionally open his eyes, revealing that they moved back and forth at an astonishing speed, faster than Lakar had ever imagined possible, before closing them and dodging an attack. However, the snail''s barrage proved too rapid, and a shard finally struck Touk''s leg, causing him to stumble and fall. The snail ceased its assault, appearing pleased with the outcome, and began to slowly make its way back towards the crystal.
Bolka''s laughter filled the room as she rushed over to tend to Touk''s injuries. Lakar couldn''t help but ponder the extent of the power the dungeon could bestow upon individuals. He wondered if he might gain a similar ability, and whether his father had ever seriously considered fighting against this power.
As these thoughts raced through his mind, Lakar suddenly heard a voice, but it didn''t emanate from anyone in the room. Instead, it seemed to resonate through the very air and wind itself. This voice spoke with joy, expressing relief at having someone who it could communicate with once more. It offered to make a pact with Lakar, a pact of protection.
Intrigued and hopeful, Lakar agreed. This was what they had been discussing earlier, and he understood that he would discover his newfound abilities as time passed. It seemed that this was just one of the powers he would have.
As Lakar agreed to the pact, the wind around him began to swirl and whirl, creating a mesmerizing vortex. The others in the room turned their attention to him, their expressions a mix of surprise and happiness, as they recognized that something extraordinary was happening.
Chapter 10 | A Name
Maybe I should invest some time in learning Goblin.
This thought went through my mind, as I observed the unfolding drama with a growing sense of concern. Witnessing Bolka land two quick punches on the face of my newest goblin creation, I felt a twinge of unease. The goblin reeled back, clearly stunned by the sudden aggression, and I was just about to try to intervene or issue a command when Touk stepped in. His commanding presence immediately halted Bolka''s potential outburst. She turned to him, her posture shifting as she seemed to search for a way to justify her actions.
This altercation triggered a cascade of worries in my consciousness. Things had been progressing smoothly, so why this sudden conflict? I pondered the implications of such disputes among my creations. Would they become a problem? As they grew in strength and number, would they pose a threat to each other, potentially leading to the death of my newer creatures?
My thoughts spiraled as I considered the future of my dungeon filled with a variety of creatures. Would they learn to coexist peacefully, or would my domain become a battleground for their conflicts? The possibility of internal strife within my walls was a troubling thought.
My panic intensified as I realized the limitations of my influence. I had bestowed powers upon these creatures, yet I lacked direct means to control their interactions or prevent potential confrontations. My abilities were confined to transmitting emotions and general sentiments. While I had the power to eliminate them, such a course of action was counterproductive to my intentions for the dungeon.
My fear was slightly dispelled as the Seer looked directly up at my awareness. He turned then spoke to the group, whatever he said had the effect of calming Bolka and perplexing the new goblin, whose name, if I recall correctly, was Lakar as mentioned by Touk.
Can he see me?
It did seem plausible, considering his title as a Seer.
The Seer extended a hand to help Lakar up, and it became apparent that Lakar was offering an apology to both of them.
I couldn''t help but wonder if he had said something offensive when I first created him, which might have been the reason Bolka hit him.
It appeared that they had managed to resolve their differences, at least for the time being, even though Bolka still seemed somewhat upset. After watching them engage in a somewhat friendly conversation for half an hour, it became evident that they had no intentions of turning on each other again. However, I knew that I couldn''t stop them if they did, I would only intervene if they posed a threat to Varian''s life. Fortunately, the Seer didn''t seem to have a problem with Lakar, and had taken on the role of a peacekeeper and prevented the conversation from getting heated. Satisfied that I could rely on him, I returned to working on my latest room.
Varian and I had meticulously planned this room ever since the invasion. I had a strong attachment to my crystal room, finding solace in its ambiance, and Varian seemed to appreciate it as well. Hence, I was determined to maintain this room as my primary space. Varian had explained that I had the liberty to rearrange the dungeon as I pleased, with the ability to swap rooms at will, by utilizing a small amount of mana. He mentioned that some of the newer dungeons relied on changing their layout to confuse adventurers, essentially wearing them out, especially since they had weaker mobs to defend against intruders.
With this in mind, we devised a plan to construct a new room at the rear of my library and then switch their positions once the new room was completed.
Maintaining a slender barrier at the rear of the room to prevent the goblins from venturing into the construction area, I diligently sculpted the stone, all the while harboring an ambitious vision for my newest room that would undoubtedly require a substantial reserve of mana.
Varian had instructed me on the use of mana to transform the rooms according to my desires. I had already discovered that I could create objects like books, tables, chairs, and rugs without depleting my mana. However, using magic, I could expend mana to manipulate the weather in specific rooms, conjure never-ending waterfalls, fashion floating islands, generate natural resources such as water, trees, and plants, and even craft illusions¡ªsuch as the one I envisioned for my library, creating the illusion of an infinite space.
Despite this newfound power, I had to remain mindful of the fact that I was uncertain about how to even do this. Varian had provided the knowledge that it was possible, but the actual execution remained a mystery. Currently, I couldn''t even create the water or plants I desired. This was particularly concerning for the well-being of the trees and plants, which might wither due to the absence of adequate light.
Suddenly, it dawned on me¡ªlight! My dungeon was devoid of illumination throughout. Not a single candle or lantern cast its glow, and Varian had never mentioned this peculiar detail. Strangely, the snail and goblins inhabiting the dungeon appeared unaffected by the perpetual darkness.
While the absence of light could serve as an advantage in deterring adventurers, it presented a dilemma regarding the growth of plants. To reach a compromise, I contemplated a plan: I would leave my library and the first room in darkness while introducing light to this new room, allowing me to nurture the desired plant life.
As I continued carving, my thoughts were dedicated to the room I was shaping¡ªa room that harmonized with the qualities of one of my mobs, and happened to align perfectly with the design Varian and I had in mind. In my imagination, I visualized a grand chamber with towering stone pillars that reached up to the high ceiling. The walls adorned with luminescent crystals, diffusing a soft alluring glow.
At the heart of the chamber lay a tranquil underground lake, its waters serene and inviting. In the middle of the lake, a small rocky island hosted an array of unique plants and flowers, forming a perfect setting for meditation, just as Varian had suggested. Simple as the plan may have been, it served its purpose well, especially considering that it was only my third room in my dungeon.
This setting wouldn''t just be an ideal environment for my newest mob; it would also serve as a training ground for the growth of my mobs. Given their inclination to spar, the larger space with diverse environmental elements would provide them with more opportunities. Additionally, it would prepare them for potential encounters with invaders, making them more adept at defending the dungeon.
My hope was that with water and plants nearby, it might attract more elementals for Lakar to potentially form pacts with. At least, I hoped that this was how the pact thing worked.
As if answering my question I got a couple blue box.
| Your mob [Goblin Mystic Trainee] Lakar has learned a new spell. |
| [Mana Speech]: This spell allows the caster to manipulate the ambient mana to communicate telepathically with one willing creature within 60 feet. The spell doesn''t grant the ability to read the recipient''s thoughts, but it allows the caster to send a telepathic message to the target. The recipient can respond to the message in a similar manner. The spell creates a telepathic link between the caster and the recipient, allowing for silent communication that only they can perceive. |
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Your mob [Goblin Mystic Trainee] Lakar has made a pact!
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[Complete Wind Elemental Pact: Aeolian Harmony]: Aeolian Harmony signifies the profound bond between the wind elemental and the pact holder. As their pact matures, the wielder will progressively gain greater control over the elemental forces of the air, unlocking enhanced powers and profound insights at each stage of their development.
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A new spell, and a complete pact ¨C I should probably check if this one also fainted.
As I ventured through my dungeon, I sensed my Arcane Resonance skill had activated as I entered my crystal room. Across the room, Lakar was surrounded by a swirling vortex of wind, tearing books from the shelves and scattering paper into the vortex.
He started to levitate just above the floor, and his eyes and mouth emitted a brilliant green light. The tattoos on his right arm also began to glow in a matching shade of green, while the others remained unchanged.
Touk watched with a contented smile, clearly pleased with the turn of events. Meanwhile, Bolka''s expression grew increasingly envious, and the snail retreated to be hidden within its protective shell, perhaps retreating from the sudden display of magical power.
Gradually, the swirling wind dissipated, and Lakar slumped to the floor, unconscious.
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"I swear to Varian, these books will never stay on these shelves," I mumbled under my breath, as I repaired then moved the scattered tomes back to the shelves, my voice tinged with amusement at my curse.
The goblins watched with a sense of mild awe as the books autonomously found their way back to the shelves. While their initial astonishment had waned, there was still a noticeable glint of curiosity in their eyes. The snail, however, remained relatively unfazed, as if unimpressed by the spectacle.
After I had gathered the scattered books, Touk carried Lakar''s unconscious body and made his way to the room I had prepared for Bolka. He placed Lakar gently on the bed, ensuring he was covered, and then quietly left the room, leaving Lakar to rest.
Faced with my inability to intervene, I returned to my room construction, dedicating the next couple of hours to the task while awaiting the goblin''s eventual awakening or, ideally, Varians.
I continued to carve out a section of the new room, finding solace in the calming and repetitive task of giving the wall a more cave-like appearance. It allowed me to concentrate all my attention on the work at hand, diverting my thoughts from the complex situation with my newfound role and the monsters in my dungeon.
However, as I focused on carving out a section of the underground lake, a peculiar sensation washed over me¡ªan unmistakable feeling of being poked. It was an unnerving experience, and it left me feeling quite uncomfortable and perturbed.
I navigated my way back through the dungeon, and there I spotted my Healer gleefully poking at my crystal form, a wide, goofy smile adorning her face. Her infectious grin had a way of diffusing my initial annoyance.
"Please don''t touch me; it feels uncomfortable," I softly communicated, momentarily forgetting that my Healer couldn''t understand my words. My message startled her, prompting her to step back in surprise.
She called out to Touk, who had been busy writing in a book. He sighed and retrieved the communication book, which indicated that Bolka had a question. I made my way to Touk, who once again directed his attention toward my awareness.
This made it evident that he could indeed perceive me. Bolka rushed over, speaking rapidly, though I couldn''t understand her words, her excitement was unmistakable.
¡°She wants to know if the snail has a name.¡± Touk wrote.
What?
I found myself a bit perplexed. It was just a snail, and I couldn''t fathom why it would need a name. After all, there wasn''t much chance of confusing it with another snail.
But if it made her happy, it didn''t seem to hurt.
"Please refrain from touching me," I wrote, hoping to discourage any further prodding. "And no, it does not. Is she interested in giving it a name?"
Touk conveyed my message to Bolka, and her near-freakout was evident, though she managed to contain her excitement and simply nodded in response.
He said something to her again and she nodded once more.
¡°She wants to name it Adrian.¡±
"Alright then, I suppose that''s its name now. Although I''m not sure why they asked me, as if I would know if they did," I mused to myself, a faint hint of amusement coloring my thoughts as I continued to observe the interaction.
"Adrian, I hope you enjoy your new name," I spoke, observing as a gentle glow emanated from the snail''s shell, which then unexpectedly grew larger by half a foot. To my surprise, a box suddenly popped up in response to this unexpected development.
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Your mob [Sorcerer Snail] #001 has gained a name and a new ability.
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Name: Adrian
[Mana Crystallization]: With this magical power, Adrian can produce crystals infused with concentrated mana energy. These crystals can be absorbed by any being or used to craft magical items and artifacts.
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The surprise on Bolka and Touks faces indicated that they hadn''t anticipated the naming of the snail to be such a significant event. It seemed that naming the creatures within the dungeon carried more weight than I realized.
As I reread the information within the box, a realization washed over me. I felt drained, so I checked my mana pool, and I now had only 2 mana left, which indicated that it had cost 10 mana. Luckily the reward seemed decent. Reading It led me to ponder whether I might also be able to absorb the mana. If the snail could employ its Mana Leech spell to extract mana from a target and then store that mana within its crystals, there was a possibility of gaining double mana.
Bolka rushed over and embraced the colossal snail''s shell, her enthusiasm evident as she began to affectionately stroke the snail''s body. She didn''t appear to mind the snail''s slimy texture, and Adrian leaned into her petting and scratching, clearly savoring the attention.
Touk, slightly repulsed by the display, opted to keep his reservations to himself, not wanting to spoil the joyful moment and allowing Bolka to share a special connection with the newly named snail, Adrian.
The surprises continued to unfold as the door to the room where Lakar was resting suddenly swung open, revealing him standing there. He was no longer hunched over as he had been before, and his right arm was adorned with green tattoos, although they were no longer glowing, but instead, they emitted a dark green hue. His eyes had returned to their usual purple, and he appeared just as perplexed as ever, clearly disoriented by the recent events.
Before Lakar could even begin to voice his questions, Bolka started to excitedly ramble, pointing at the snail with enthusiasm. Lakar, still shaking off the remnants of sleep, stood there with a baffled expression, attempting to process Bolka''s excitement. Even though the words were incomprehensible to me, it was clear that she was sharing the news of Adrian''s newly acquired name.
Lakar, evidently mindful of not wanting to upset Bolka further, nodded in response to her and said something to the snail. His gesture seemed to please Bolka, who returned to gently stroking the snail''s head, her contentment evident in her actions.
He walked over to Touk and they began to converse, as they talked Lakar took a chair and sat down. Once finished Touk started to write in a book again, and Lakar looked over at me.
I watched Lakar gaze at my crystal, my mind brimming with curiosity about the small transformation he had undergone.
"Was that entire display of wind and glowing eyes solely for me to gain a bit of height and to change some of the markings green?" The sudden echo of a voice in my mind initially startled me. It was an unexpected development, but I quickly realized it was Lakar.
What struck me even more than his question was the realization that I could understand him perfectly. He wasn''t using the goblin language. Instead, he communicated in Common, a language that was universally understood within my domain.
"Hello?" I thought back.
My response startled Lakar, prompting him to let out a surprised yell that echoed through the room, startling everyone else in the vicinity. He tumbled backward in his chair and executed a somersault, eventually landing back on his feet in a rather acrobatic display.
Lakar''s abrupt yell startled Adrian, causing the snail to retract into his shell. This upset Bolka, who began to berate Lakar, who appeared to be attempting to apologize and explain himself.
Bolka''s expression shifted to one of surprise as Lakar finished speaking, and she glanced back and forth between my crystal, and Lakar, squinting hard, probably attempting to communicate with me like he did. Her gaze returned to Lakar, her demeanor now reflecting frustration as she pointed back at my crystal. Lakar, in turn, appeared to have a realization looking shocked and nervous.
Then, I heard Lakar''s voice once more, it sounded shaker than normal. "I''m so sorry I kept you waiting, Lord Dungeon."
"I appreciate the apology, Lakar," I responded, a hint of uncertainty in my thoughts as I navigated this newfound form of communication. "It''s a bit of a surprise to be able to converse like this. How are you feeling after everything that''s happened?"
"Yes, I''m feeling quite well, my lord. I appreciate this second chance at life," Lakar responded with a nervous smile.
Observing Lakar, I could see him visibly trembling, akin to a leaf quivering in the breeze. His stance wavered, his knees appearing as though they might give way at any moment. This reaction puzzled me, as it was starkly different from Varian''s response. But then again, Varian was a god, and it made sense that a deity wouldn''t be perturbed by my voice. When I spoke aloud to the other goblins, they did react with surprise at the suddenness of my voice, but it didn''t seem to physically pain them. They jumped, yes, but there wasn''t the same level of distress as Lakar was exhibiting.
I speculated that the difference might be because I was speaking directly into Lakar''s mind, or perhaps it was the fact that he could understand me now. Whatever the reason, it was clear that Lakar was struggling with the experience. This realization led me to decide that I should try to keep my communication with him brief and to the point, to avoid causing him further discomfort.
"Your gratitude is well received, Lakar," I communicated gently, careful not to overwhelm him with my presence. "It appears you have undergone a significant transformation. How do you find your new abilities?"
Lakar''s reply, tinged with a hint of uncertainty, came through. "I''m sorry, Lord Dungeon, but I don''t think I''ve gained any new abilities. There are these green and black markings on my skin that I can''t seem to remove, and I''ve noticed I''ve grown taller."
A soft chuckle escaped my essence as I delved into explaining the true nature of the pact Lakar had entered into. I clarified that the green markings were not just random inscriptions but permanent tattoos, a physical manifestation of the pact. To my surprise, Lakar didn''t seem overly concerned about the permanence of these tattoos. Instead, his attention was captivated by the revelation of the pact and its implications. The fact that he was directly communicating with me, a capability he had not possessed before, was a significant aspect of this transformation.
Lakar went on to share that he had heard the wind speaking to him, asking him to form a pact. Unaware of the potential consequences, he had accepted, and fortunately, he seemed to have encountered an elemental that was amicable enough to enter into a complete pact with him, whatever that means.
Eager to understand more about the nature of this pact, I asked him about his status, curious to see if it would provide further insights. However, my question seemed to confuse him, as if the idea of a ''status'' was completely unfamiliar.
"Status?" he echoed, his voice laced with bewilderment. Suddenly, his expression changed to one of surprise. He recoiled, staring at something invisible to me but evidently quite real to him.
Chapter 11 | An Eventful Day
Initially, the snail held a distaste for the beings intruded that into the realm of its master. Particularly irksome was the audacious one who dared to strike at him. Extracting that individual''s mana had been a satisfying act for the snail, yet the information relayed by the boxes indicated that this action had inadvertently siphoned the soul from its master. It had scolded itself for that for many days. Consequently, it resolved to reserve such a spell for only the most dire circumstances, when no other options were left.
The master had reshaped those who dared to venture into his dungeon, a form of mercy that initially eluded the snails understanding. Yet, in time, it came to realize that, as always, the master''s decisions were wise. The newly created servants were an unruly group but possessed potential. Among the first two, the tall one stood out for his strength.
When these servants were first brought into existence, they engaged in a brief skirmish with each other. At first, the snail was concerned that the master had erred, creating beings that might again pose a threat. But he quickly chided himself for doubting the master, who was infallible in his actions. It became clear that this encounter was a controlled test of their abilities, an approach it hadn''t considered with the previous servant boy.
And so the snail seeing that the small one was not a fighter made the tall one do test fights with it. During these test battles this tall one demonstrated an uncanny ability to anticipate the snails moves before they were made. Recognizing this, the snail had to adapt its strategy, focusing on overwhelming the tall one with a barrage of attacks.
The snail frequently engaged in these testing skirmishes with the tall one, especially when the younger servant boy was asleep. The boy''s sleep was a matter of annoyance for the master, and consequently, for it as well. Despite this, the snail harbored a certain concern for the boy. It was knowledgeable and had shown the snail various spells, revealing a depth of understanding that intrigued the snail. The snail also sensed that the boy was not fully demonstrating his capabilities, holding back for reasons unknown.
Regarding the smaller one, her fate in her previous life had been abruptly sealed by the snail before she could react. However, in her current existence, she had become its favorite among the master''s servants. Unlike the others who maintained a distance, she exhibited a different approach towards the snail.
Upon her first encounter with the snail since being reshaped by the master, she regarded it with a sense of wonder, her gaze fixed on him for an extended period. After about an hour of this silent observation, she boldly approached Adrian. Crouching down in front of him, she attempted to initiate some form of communication.
The snail, cautious and surprised by the servant''s unexpected approach, withdrew into the safety of its shell. From within, it could hear her disappointment at its retreat, yet she persisted, patiently trying to coax it out. The snail felt a gentle touch on its shell, a tentative gesture that seemed to convey goodwill rather than harm.
The servant remained there, patiently waiting, her presence steady and unthreatening. After a considerable duration, the snail, reassured by her patient demeanor, decided that she posed no threat. Slowly and cautiously, it emerged from the shell.
Upon seeing the snail again, the servant''s face lit up with a broad, joyful grin. She reached out, this time with a confident and gentle touch, and stroked the snail on the head. This interaction marked a significant moment of trust and understanding between them. And after that it vowed to never doubt its master again.
The latest addition to the master''s servants intrigued the snail. This new servant was an oddball, even by the snail''s standards. His body was adorned with complex markings, reminiscent of those the boy used to draw in his books, but far more intricate. Initially, the snail didn''t perceive anything particularly remarkable about this servant, aside from the curious markings.
However, its opinion swiftly changed mere hours after the servant''s creation. Following the first test battle, which the new servant only observed, a striking display of power occurred. It sensed an unfamiliar yet potent energy, compelling the snail to turn its attention in his direction. What the snail witnessed then was a remarkable: the new servant was at the center of a swirling vortex of wind. The force was so intense that it sent books flying off shelves, tearing pages asunder.
As the spectacle continued, the servant began to levitate, defying gravity. A bright light burst forth from his mouth and eyes, casting an eerie glow around him. Most notably, the markings on his right arm started to emit a green luminescence, adding to the otherworldly aura of the scene. After the display the wind stopped and the servant fell to the floor, and the books floated back up to the shelves as per his master''s will.
That day held even more surprises beyond the extraordinary display of power from the new servant. A few hours later, the female servant, bubbling with excitement, engaged in animated conversation with the tall servant. She paced back and forth, clearly enthusiastic about something. Then, she approached the snail, carefully placing three pieces of paper on the ground before it. Curious, the snail moved over to inspect one, noticing it was covered in markings.
The servant''s excitement intensified as she quickly snatched up the paper and hurried over to the tall servant, showing him her findings. What happened next was truly astonishing, even to the snail. The female servant boldly approached the master''s crystal, beginning to prod at it. The snail had seen the boy interact with the crystal before, but it was always under the master''s allowance. This time, however, it seemed the female servant hadn''t sought permission, and The snail was about to intervene when the crystal began to speak, just as it had with the boy.
Unlike the boy, these servants, like the snail, could not fully comprehend the master''s language. However, they seemed to have discovered a way to communicate with the master using the markings. Intriguingly, it appeared that only the tall servant possessed the ability to use these markings to converse with the master.
For the snail, what followed was a moment that would forever stand out as the most incredible experience in its life. Amidst the unfolding events, the master''s voice resonated throughout the space, imbued with a power that was both awe-inspiring and profound. In that singular, extraordinary instance, the snail understood its master''s words, a connection that transcended the usual barriers of comprehension between them.
"Adrian, I hope you enjoy your new name."
Lakar''s day was a whirlwind of emotion; it was simultaneously the best and most confusing of his life.
he had a second chance at life, gifted with newfound power and an opportunity to make amends for his past mistakes.
However, the sheer complexity of his situation left him feeling overwhelmed. The power he used had caused him to pass out before he was able to learn about anything.
If waking up in a nice bed within a strange room wasn''t bad enough, walking out and noticing the snail''s increased size, only intensified Lakars confusion. Bolka informed him that the snail had been given a name, Adrian, which seemed to be a important. Not to mention Bolka seemed ecstatic, petting the snail on the top of its slimy head.
Perhaps this was the cause of his transformation. Maybe the dungeon had bestowed a name upon him, but Lakar quickly dismissed that idea. He knew it wasn''t the naming that had brought about these changes; he had made a pact, whatever that means.
He contemplated this newest change to his body, his increased height and the markings on his right arm changed green, he couldn''t help but feel that making this pact had led to these changes, even though he wasn''t entirely sure of their implications.
After congratulating Adrian on his new name, Lakar walked over to the table where Touk was set up.
"You alright?" he asked.
"I''m good, just still a little tired is all," Lakar responded, his voice tinged with lingering drowsiness and a hint of disorientation. His mind was a whirlpool of thoughts, each one attempting to piece together the recent events.
"Do you feel like discussing what happened?"
"I would, really, but I''m not entirely sure of everything myself," Lakar admitted honestly.
Touk picked up a blank book and, opening it, began to jot something down.
"Let''s go back to the beginning. Were you conscious during the wind and the green lights?" Touk inquired, pausing in his writing to look up at Lakar, awaiting his response.
"Sort of," Lakar began, his expression contemplative. "Initially, I heard a voice, as if the wind itself was speaking to me. It seemed eager to communicate, expressing a desire to protect me and keep me safe. It mentioned something about a pact, though I''m still not clear on what that entails. I assumed this was a power the dungeon was offering, and I accepted it without much thought. After that, the voice ceased, and the wind intensified around me. It felt like it was pulling at me, almost lifting me off the ground. There was this sensation of ice coursing through my veins, and as it reached my head, all I could see was a flash of light before I blacked out." He paused, somewhat amazed at the clarity with which he recalled the event.
Touk diligently transcribed Lakar''s account into his book, then looked up with a thoughtful expression. "Interesting," he remarked. "Apart from the changes in your appearance, how do you feel now? Do you still hear the voice?"
"Well, physically, I don''t feel much different than when I was first revived, and I definitely can''t heal a broken nose with green light like Bolka, or see with my eyes closed, as you can," Lakar responded, his voice laced with a touch of self-mockery. "As for the voice, it''s been silent since then. I tried to communicate with it when I woke up, but there was no answer."
"As long as you''re okay, that''s what matters. This seems significant. Whatever power the dungeon has given you appears to be quite different from mine and Bolka''s. And I have a feeling that your abilities will develop further over time," Touk said, his tone reflecting a mix of concern and intrigue about the nature of Lakar''s new powers.
"Yeah, I certainly hope so. The abilities you and Bolka have are fascinating. I just hope I can do something similar or equally impressive," Lakar responded.
¡°In due time, Lakar. Patience is key," Touk reassured him. He then glanced at the book he had been writing in, comparing it with the previous one he had been writing in when Lakar first woke up. "For now, I''ll review what you''ve recounted and see what insights can be gleaned,"
As Touk immersed himself in his studies, Lakar''s gaze wandered around the spacious room. He observed the shelves lined with books, all seemingly blank, devoid of words - a detail that Touk had mentioned earlier. His attention then shifted to Bolka, who was tenderly petting Adrian, the snail. Adrian appeared to relish this attention, leaning into Bolka''s hand with an almost contented demeanor, a testament to the unusual bond forming between them. This quiet moment offered Lakar a chance to reflect on the peculiarities and wonders of the world he was now a part of.
Lakar''s eyes settled on the crystal that had catalyzed his rebirth, his new chief or master ¡ª a role he had to embrace, to serve this enigmatic crystal. Thoughts swirled through his mind, a myriad of questions and speculations about his fate and the nature of his pact. Among these contemplations, one thought edged its way to prominence, laced with a touch of skepticism, ¡°Was that entire display of wind and glowing eyes solely for me to gain a bit of height and to change some of the markings green?¡±
"Hello?" chimed a cheerful voice, startling Lakar. The power of the voice momentarily blurred his focus, all the muscles in his body tensed. His reaction was immediate and involuntary; he let out a decidedly unmanly scream and tumbled backward, sprawling clumsily out of his chair. The suddenness and power of the voice had caught him completely off guard.
Instinctively, Lakar''s training kicked in. He smoothly rolled out of the fall and swiftly came to his feet, a brief flash of pride crossing his face. However, his self-satisfaction was short-lived as he heard Bolka''s deep sigh of exasperation. Turning his gaze in that direction, Lakar noticed Adrian, who had retreated into its shell, presumably startled by the commotion. Bolka''s expression was one of annoyance, clearly unimpressed by Lakar''s dramatic reaction.
"Seriously?" Bolka exclaimed, her irritation evident. "Did you really need to scream like that for no reason? There''s nothing in here, did you do that on purpose? You idiot, now you''ve scared Adrian, and I was still in the middle of congratulating him on his new name. Now, I''ll have to coax him out again." Bolka''s frustration was palpable as he turned his attention back to the now-hidden Adrian, preparing to gently persuade the snail to emerge once more.
"I''m, uh, sorry Adrian, I didn''t mean to startle you. It''s just that I heard a voice unexpectedly," Lakar explained, his voice tinged with a mix of apology and his usual state of confusion.
"Is it the same voice you heard when you made the pact?" Touk interjected, his curiosity piqued.
"No, this voice was different ¨C clearer and louder, and it sounded male. The other one, the one I heard during the pact, was quieter and had a female tone," Lakar clarified, his expression still etched with confusion.
¡°Intersting.¡± Touk said, looking back down at his book and writing something in it.
"This voice felt different as well," Lakar went on, trying to articulate the distinction. "The other voice, the one involved in the pact, it had a sense of power, but this one... it''s different. It''s as if just hearing it makes me want to shrink away and disappear. The sheer power of it when it spoke just a single word... it was enough to make my body react instinctively, to shake and jump back without even thinking."
A realization came to him, "It was the dungeon," Lakar murmured, almost in a whisper.
"What?" Bolka responded, his voice a mix of surprise and skepticism.
"It had to be. I''ve only ever felt that kind of overwhelming power when the dungeon recreated me," Lakar explained, his gaze fixed intently on the crystal, eyes wide with a realization that seemed to both awe and unsettle him.
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Bolka shuddered, likely recalling her own encounter with that formidable power. "Are you sure?" she asked
"It has to be; there''s no other explanation," Lakar insisted, turning his gaze towards Bolka for affirmation.
Bolka, following his gaze, turned her attention to the crystal. She squinted, as if trying to discern something from it, a look of deep concentration on her face. After a moment, she exhaled a sigh and redirected her attention to Lakar. "Well, I can''t hear anything from it. What exactly did it say to you?"
"Hello. But it sounded more like it was asking a question rather than just greeting."
"And you understood it?" Bolka inquired, her curiosity piqued.
"Yes, it spoke in Goblin," Lakar confirmed.
"Why is it speaking Goblin now? Before, it used the human language and spoke to all of us out loud. Why is it only speaking to you now, and in your head at that? You''re not making this up, are you?" Bolka pressed, her tone tinged with frustration and a hint of skepticism.
"I promise you, I''m telling the truth. I wouldn''t lie about something as important as our creator," Lakar asserted earnestly, his sincerity evident.
Bolka nodded, accepting his assurance. "Good, I''m glad to hear that you hold our master in high regard. Now, why are you keeping it waiting?" Her question, now more focused and direct, shifted the conversation back to the matter at hand, making Lakar realize he was doing just that.
Lakar turned his attention back to the crystal, his intent clear ¨C to reconnect with the voice of the dungeon. "I''m so sorry I kept you waiting, Lord Dungeon," he said, his voice trembling, betraying the mixture of awe and nervousness he felt.
The response came, its powerful, resonant quality confirming that it was indeed the dungeon. The voice was so profound that it momentarily stole the breath from Lakar''s lungs and nearly made his knees give way under its weight.
"I appreciate the apology, Lakar. It''s a bit of a surprise to be able to converse like this. How are you feeling after everything that''s happened?"" the dungeon inquired, its tone suggesting a genuine interest in Lakar''s wellbeing and the changes he had undergone.
Despite the overwhelming sensation that threatened to overtake him, Lakar mustered his strength and stood firm. He recognized the importance of this moment ¨C not just to respond respectfully, but also to express his gratitude to the entity that had given him a new lease on life. Summoning his resolve, Lakar prepared to answer the dungeon, his voice steadied by a deep sense of appreciation and a desire to acknowledge the gift he had been given.
This interaction marked a significant moment for Lakar, establishing a personal connection between him and the enigmatic entity that had granted him new powers. Throughout their conversation, he struggled to maintain his composure under the sheer intensity of the dungeon''s voice, which dominated his senses, making it hard for him to focus on anything else.
Towards the end of their exchange, the dungeon inquired about his "Status" in relation to the pact. Unfamiliar with the concept, Lakar echoed the word curiously, "Status?" As he uttered it, a large blue box suddenly materialized in front of him. Startled by its appearance, Lakar stumbled backwards, but the box persistently maintained its position, hovering at the same distance from his face. It even moved with his gaze, following his line of sight wherever he looked.
"Lakar!" Touk called out, concern evident in his voice as he hurried over to assist him. "Are you alright?"
At this moment, Lakar found himself unable to stand. The sudden appearance of the box had not only startled him but also disrupted his connection with the dungeon. As the connection faded, so too did the strength he had been mustering to remain upright and respectful while conversing with the dungeon. This loss of support caused him to start falling, but Touk was quick to react. He caught Lakar in time, gently guiding him to a chair to ensure he was safe and could recover from the shock and exhaustion of the experience.
Seated now, Lakar felt the overpowering influence of the dungeon''s voice recede, bringing clarity to his mind. With his vision no longer clouded by the overwhelming presence of the dungeon, he turned his attention to the persistent box that dominated his field of view.
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Name: Lakar
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Race: Dungeon Goblin
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Class: Mystic Trainee
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Pact Types: Wind
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Affinity Type: Pact Bonding
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Mana 9/30 (3-1, 2 per day)
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Mana to Level Up 9/30
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Hp: 10/10
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Gender: ¡á
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Size: Medium
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Speed: Fast
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Pact Info & Abilities
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Current Pacts: 1/6
Blessings: None
Pact Costs: Unpaid
Pacts
Aeolian Harmony - Complete Wind Pact:
This pact bestows upon its holder the capacity to enter a enhanced state, gaining complete access to the elementals powers. In this state, the user has the liberty to wield the elemental''s abilities at their discretion. Nonetheless, the user and elemental exist as separate entities, the elemental may still utilize its powers to assist the pact holder. But It''s crucial to recognize that while an elemental can forge only one complete pact, it may be bound by several lesser pacts, or, as is typical with wind elementals, it might prefer to roam freely across the world. Therefore, the pact holder should not always expect the elemental''s constant presence, as its presence is not needed to use the pact.
The effectiveness and potency of these abilities are deeply connected to the strength of the bond and the mutual acceptance shared between the user and the elemental. As this bond strengthens and evolves, the user can harness increasingly advanced and powerful elemental skills. Entering this heightened state not only enhances the user''s native powers but also significantly expands their mental connection with elemental forces and mana.
Aeolian State
Activation Cost: 10 Mana
Time: 5 Minutes
Zephyr''s Sovereignty (Level 1): The pact holder can manipulate the wind within their immediate vicinity, creating gentle breezes and minor air currents to accomplish simple tasks.
Flight of the Zephyr (Level 1): The individual gains the ability to glide short distances and achieve modest heights, testing the limits of their newfound aerial mobility.
Eternal Breeze (Level 1): They develop an increased tolerance for challenging environments, enabling them to withstand moderate air pressure changes and minor environmental hazards.
Whispers of the Zephyr (Level 1): They begin to interpret basic messages from the wind, discerning changes in weather patterns and gaining a rudimentary understanding of atmospheric shifts.
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Spells
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[Mana Speech]: This spell allows the caster to manipulate the ambient mana to communicate telepathically with one willing creature within 60 feet. The spell doesn''t grant the ability to read the recipient''s thoughts, but it allows the caster to send a telepathic message to the target. The recipient can respond to the message in a similar manner. The spell creates a telepathic link between the caster and the recipient, allowing for silent communication that only they can perceive. (Mana Cost: 2 Per 15 Seconds)
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"What¡ are you serious?" Lakar exclaimed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and astonishment after reading the information in the status box. The information presented to him within the floating blue box was overwhelming.
As he processed the details, he discovered he could manipulate the size of the status box with just a thought, enlarging it to see more or shrinking it down to a less obtrusive size. When he had finished absorbing the information and no longer needed the box, it disappeared as if it were never there, vanishing into thin air.
Concerned by Lakar''s reaction and his previous lack of response, Touk''s voice carried a heightened sense of urgency. "Are you alright, Lakar?"
"Oh, yeah, I''m fine, actually, better than fine," Lakar reassured Touk, a newfound sense of excitement creeping into his voice. "I''ve just learned about my power, I think."
"What! That''s incredible, what did the dungeon say?" Touk''s excitement was palpable, his eyes lighting up with curiosity and enthusiasm.
Lakar hesitated, then replied, "Actually, it wasn''t the dungeon that explained it to me." Realizing his words might sound misleading, he quickly clarified, not wanting to give the wrong impression about the dungeon, "I mean, the dungeon did help me though."
Touk looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Unsure about whether he should divulge details about the status screen to the others, given the dungeon never told Touk about this through their book, Lakar attempted to steer the conversation elsewhere. "Uh... never mind, that''s not important, I¡ª" he began, but Bolka wasn''t having it.
She interrupted him, her tone conveying both confusion and a hint of concern. "Um, I think it is important. Weren''t you only communicating with the dungeon?" Bolka pressed, clearly puzzled by Lakar''s evasive responses and seeming a bit upset by the lack of clarity.
Bolka''s insistence intensified. "Who else could it have been? If it wasn''t the dungeon, who informed you about your abilities?" she demanded, her frustration evident in her voice.
Lakar tried to respond cautiously, "Look, Bolka, I''m not sure if I can¡ª" but before he could finish, Bolka interrupted him again, her tone laced with irritation.
"What, you don''t know if you can tell us? What gives you the right to keep information from us? Touk and I have been here for days before you arrived, and now you suddenly show up and act as if you''re calling the shots?" Bolka''s voice rose as she spoke, her words tumbling out in a rant, something that Lakar had experienced in their past life. He glanced towards Touk, hoping for some intervention, but Touk remained silent this time, offering no sign of stepping in to diffuse the situation.
Bolka''s frustration crescendoed into a near shout. "Do you actually believe that just because you can communicate with the dungeon, you''re special?" She challenged him with fervor. "Well, I''ve got news for you, you''re not special around here."
Lakar winced at Bolka''s pointed words. He lowered his gaze to the floor, taking in her continued venting. "I can heal people with just a thought and a wave of my hand, and Touk¡ªhe can practically see into the future."
"I can''t see into the future," Touk interjected, aiming to clarify his capabilities.
"Whatever, you has some kind of foresight, right? Anyway, that''s not the point," Bolka brushed off Touk''s comment, her focus still squarely on Lakar. "This isn''t like back at the tribe. I''m not going to hold my tongue out of fear like I might have done then. I''m not afraid of getting my throat slit for speaking my mind anymore." Bolka spat, venom in her words.
Lakar attempted to clarify, his words laced with a desire to diffuse the tension. "Bolka, that''s not what I''m¡ª"
But before he could finish, Bolka cut him off again, her voice firm and resolute. "Just stop, it doesn''t matter now. Just tell us about the abilities the dungeon gave you." Her demand was straightforward, signaling a shift in the conversation away from their past and towards the present roles within the dungeon.
Relieved to shift the focus away from the brewing conflict and Bolka''s accusations, Lakar seized the opportunity to explain his newfound abilities. "Oh uh, well, as you''re aware, I formed a pact. What I''ve learned is that it''s a ''complete pact,'' which appears to be quite significant. It''s called ''Aeolian Harmony.'' I''m still figuring out the full extent of its capabilities. But from what I understand so far, it grants me the power to go into a state were I can manipulate wind, breathe in extreme environments, send messages using the wind, and even fly, though only for short distances!" Lakar slightly shouted the last part unable to contain his excitement.
Touk''s eyes widened in surprise, a reflexive response to Lakar''s revelation. He quickly closed them, opting instead to express his astonishment by raising his eyebrows. Meanwhile, the anger that had previously clouded Bolka''s demeanor vanished, swiftly replaced by a mix of skepticism and jealousy.
It was Bolka who eventually shattered the ensuing silence, her voice laced with a hint of envy. "You can fly?"
Lakar pondered aloud, considering the potential of his newfound abilities. "Apparently, though I haven''t worked out how to actually do it yet. And if I did manage it, I''d likely end up depleting my mana. The pact mentions that this ability is at level one, so I guess there''s room for it to grow stronger?"
Touk, curious about Lakar''s caution, probed further. "How do you know you would go into mana depletion?"
Caught off guard by the question, Lakar hesitated for a moment before responding. "Um, well, I uh... Just have a feeling?"
Bolka''s enthusiasm was palpable as she urged Lakar to experiment with his powers. "There''s no way to know unless you try. Just give it a shot! That''s how I figured out my healing abilities," she said, her voice full of encouragement.
Lakar, starting to get nervous, could only muster a surprised, "What?"
"Go ahead, try to use your power. It''s the only way you''ll learn," Bolka reiterated, eager to see Lakar''s abilities in action.
Touk nodded in agreement, lending his support to Bolka''s urging. "She''s right, you know," he said. "Testing your limits is part of understanding your new strengths."
Despite the encouragement, Lakar hesitated, his reluctance clear. "I really don''t feel like going unconscious right now," he retorted, half-joking yet hoping they would drop it.
"You''re not going to pass out from just one try. Look, I can use my healing abilities multiple times before I even start to feel tired. And if using your power once makes you unconscious, it wouldn''t be very practical, would it?" she said, hoping to allay his fears.
Lakar''s discomfort grew, the sweat on his brow a testament to the inner conflict he was facing. He held a piece of crucial information that Bolka and Touk were unaware of ¨C the very real risk of losing consciousness if he attempted to use his power. The status screen had explicitly indicated that the cost of activating his new ability was 10 mana points, yet he only possessed 9. This shortfall put him in a precarious situation where using the ability could quite literally knock him out.
Compounding his dilemma was his uncertainty about whether he should even share the existence of the status screen with Bolka and Touk. He was hesitant to trouble the dungeon with this query, preferring not to disturb it with what might seem like trivial concerns.
Resigned to the situation and the pressure from his companions, Lakar silently accepted his fate. He prepared himself for the potential consequences.
Lakar faced the book on the table, his hand outstretched towards it as he tried to tap into the power he was said to possess. Concentrating hard, he willed the book to move towards him. But despite his efforts and focus, the book remained stationary.
Bolka''s response came quickly, a blend of boredom and mild disappointment in her voice. "Well, that was lame," she remarked.
Lakar glanced at Bolka, a bit of defensiveness in his tone. "Were you expecting me to get it on my first try?" he asked, his eyebrows raised slightly.
"Well, no," Bolka admitted, "but everything you''ve done so far was flashy and instant."
"Like what?" Lakar inquired, genuinely curious about her perspective.
"You had your wind and such," Bolka replied with a smile, recalling the earlier display of his pact''s power.
"That wasn''t me, it was the... elemental." As he spoke, a sudden realization dawned on him about the elemental he was bonded with through the pact. He recalled the details of the pact, specifically the part about the elemental being able to use its abilities around him, if it wanted that is.
Although he hadn''t managed to communicate with the elemental upon waking up, Lakar now considered that it might have been due to his lack of attempt at using ''Mana Speech.'' This spell, a term still somewhat foreign to him, seemed to be the key to unlocking more direct communication with the elemental.
Lakar focused intently, reaching inward to connect with the elemental. With a soft plea, he whispered, "Please, bring the book to me." His first attempt bore no fruit, nor did several subsequent tries. He broadened his approach, projecting his thoughts into the wind, imagining gusts and the swirling vortex that had encircled him during the pact formation. Yet still, the book remained motionless, indifferent to his efforts.
Hours trickled by with persistent trials and no success, but Lakar''s determination didn''t wane. And then, a subtle shift occurred. He felt a faint tug, a whisper of mana expenditure that was different from all his earlier attempts. The book quivered, as if stirred by an unseen force, then slowly rose from the table. With a gentle glide, it floated through the air, guided by an invisible current, until it settled securely in Lakar''s waiting hand.
Both Touk and Bolka saw the display, Touk sitting at the desk the book was on, and Bolka standing a couple feet from that same desk.
A surge of elation rushed through him, and he couldn''t contain the laughter that bubbled up from within. "Yes, it worked! I knew it! This is awesome!" he shouted, his triumph ringing out clear and loud.
Lakar noticed Touk''s reaction to his attempt to move the book with his wind elemental. Just before the book began to lift, Touk unexpectedly stood up and stepped back, as if he saw something. This peculiar behavior caught Lakar''s attention and sparked a thought in his mind. Could Touk, with his abilities, actually see the wind elemental?
"That was stupid, you barely made the thing float," Bolka said, snapping Lakar from his thoughts, her voice was laced with playful mockery.
Lakar, not missing a beat, shot back with a grin, "You''re just mad you can''t fly." His words were light, trying to maintaining a friendly banter between them.
Bolka couldn''t help but laugh in response, her amusement clear. "Well, if flying is anything like what you did with the book, I don''t think I''m missing much. But you do have a point, it''ll be quite something when you finally get the hang of it. Anyway, good job," she said, her teasing giving way to a more sincere tone of encouragement.
The light atmosphere in the room was suddenly disrupted when a book flew off a nearby shelf, soaring towards them and flipping open on its own. A quill, materializing out of thin air and already dripping with ink, began writing frantically in the book. It was clear to Lakar that this was the work of the dungeon, their enigmatic master communicating an urgent message.
As the quill finished its frantic scribbling, the book spun around to face Touk. The smile on Touk''s face vanished as he employed his unique ability, opening his eyes, they moved rapidly as if searching the surroundings for something unseen before closing them. He looked at Lakar and Bolka, his expression was grave.
"The dungeon says we''re getting invaded."
Chapter 12 | A Rough Start
Lakar''s mind whirred as he considered the dungeon''s warning. Could it be a monster, perhaps one of the many creatures that roamed these depths?
A chill ran through him at a more personal and troubling thought: what if the invader was someone from his own tribe, or worse, his father? The prospect of facing him, in a life-or-death confrontation, filled him with a deep sense of dread.
Lakar''s emotions regarding his father were a tangled web of hurt and complexity. The man who should have been his protector and guide had devolved into a figure of needless brutality. Lakar''s memories were marred by grueling training sessions that tutors conducted, which often culminated in his father entering the room to just to beat and emotional torment him. With each strike and each harsh word comparing him unfavorably to his brothers, Lakar''s spirit suffered.
Yet, there were shadows of a different past, a time when his father was not the cruel figure he had come to know. In earlier days, his father might have always been considered foolish but not inherently cruel or abusive. The anger and bitterness that later characterized him had not always been part of his demeanor.
The turning point came with the loss of Lakar''s two older brothers, who were killed in a tribal dispute with the surface goblins. This event marked a profound change in their father, who had once been brimming with pride for his sons. The loss seemed to have broken something in him, redirecting his grief and frustration outward in a destructive manner.
As Lakar''s mind wandered through these painful memories, he found himself grappling with the harsh reality of his father''s transformation. The man who once led their tribe had spiraled into a figure of tyranny and violence, his actions marked by a complete abandonment of the tribe''s values and traditions.
The killing of tribe members, especially outside the context of sanctioned duels, was a shocking breach of their customs. It was an act that not only demonstrated his father''s growing instability but also his disregard for the very foundations of their society. Not only that but the murder of his own advisor, a man close enough to be considered family to Lakar, was a particularly personal betrayal. This man had been a figure of trust and guidance in Lakar''s life, making his loss all the more devastating.
These memories of his father''s unchecked aggression and cruelty haunted Lakar. They served as a painful reminder of the broken bonds and the shattered sense of community that once held their tribe together. Lakar was acutely aware of the schemes that had been concocted within the tribe to kill his father. These plans, though whispered in hushed tones and crafted with a sense of desperate hope, always seemed to him futile and ill-fated. His father had proven time and again to possess ridiculous resilience and a terrifying capacity for violence.
He had heard stories of his father surviving attempts on his life that would have ended any ordinary goblin. Poison that should have been lethal merely slowed him down. Arrows shot with deadly intent seemed to barely hinder him. He¡¯d even pull out the sword you embedded in his back, only to slice your throat with it.
Now, there was the potential for their paths to cross once more. Lakar couldn''t help but wonder how his father reacted to his supposed death. Was there be a rare glimpse of sorrow, or the expected cold indifference? The thought of facing his father, a being of such formidable might and malice, was daunting. Lakar had grown stronger, yes, but his father was a goblin of no ordinary mettle.
The threat his father posed was not just to Lakar but to all within the dungeon. Touk, Bolka, Adrian, the human child under the dungeon''s protection¡ªthey could all fall prey to his father''s wrath should he discover Lakar alive and aligned with the dungeon. Such a possibility cast a shadow over their collective future, one that Lakar''s newly acquired pact might not be able to dispel.
His pact needed time to mature, to become a force that could stand against such overwhelming odds. Time, however, was a luxury that might be stripped away by the sudden appearance of his father.
As he dwelled on these possibilities, Lakar also faced the painful acknowledgment of his past actions. He had once sought power for his father, hoping, perhaps naively, that it would heal the man he had once known. Now, in the cold light of the dungeon, such hopes seemed like distant dreams, crushed under the weight of his father''s descent into tyranny.
Lakar''s further spiraled into a series of worst-case scenarios, his mind racing with the possibilities. What if the invader wasn''t his father but instead a band of adventurers? The elders had always warned him about the dangers they posed. The tales passed down in his tribe painted a grim picture of these ruthless figures; not only were they powerful enough to obliterate a goblin community, but their cruelty knew no bounds. According to the lore, if the adventurers didn''t succeed in completely annihilating a goblin settlement on their first try, they would inevitably return, more formidable and numerous than before.
They would track them down, killing their warriors then burning down goblin homes, mercilessly slaughtering women and children, and plundering their possessions, all while displaying a disturbing sense of enjoyment, laughing and smiling. In Lakar''s perception, goblins were nothing more than a means for adventurers to display their prowess, with each kill serving as a twisted badge of honor.
He recalled how, back in his tribe, the sighting of adventurers within the cave systems didn¡¯t happen often, but was enough to prompt an immediate relocation. Scouts were always on the lookout, and at any hint of adventurer presence in the caves, the tribe would swiftly move their camp to evade detection and potential conflict.
What if it wasn''t adventurers? What if it was¡ª
"Lakar!" The voice sharply pierced through the haze of his spiraling thoughts, snapping him back to reality. As Lakar''s awareness refocused on his surroundings, he felt the sudden sting of a slap from Bolka.
"Ouch! What¡ªoh, sorry," Lakar uttered, slightly stunned and bewildered. He raised his eyes to find Touk and Bolka looking at him, their faces etched with concern.
"Are you alright? Do you need some healing?" Bolka asked, her voice laced with a faint bit of worry as she circled Lakar, examining him with gentle but insistent prods.
"No, no, I''m good," Lakar quickly reassured her, brushing off her concern. "Sorry, I zoned out. What were you saying, Touk?" he added, making an effort to push the disconcerting thoughts aside and refocus on their conversation.
Touk looked at him with concern, but continued anyway, "I said, we need to stick together. The dungeon will return soon to inform us about the nature of the threat. We''ll have a better chance if we fight it together," Touk asserted, regaining sense of urgency. He then turned to Lakar, "When the dungeon returns, I''ll ask it to forge a weapon for you. It can only make two types, would you prefer a sword, or is a dagger more your style?"
As he spoke, Touk hefted the sword he now wielded ¨C the very same sword that had ended his life previously. He had shared this detail with Lakar earlier, saying something about the irony and poetic justice of using the instrument of his demise to protect and potentially take lives in the future.
"A sword would be fine, like the one you have," Lakar responded, deciding on a weapon that offered a balance of reach and versatility.
"Alright," Touk nodded, quickly moving on to strategize their defense. "Me and Lakar will take the front lines. Bolka, you and Adrian should hang back, focusing on providing healing support and cover fire."
Touk''s plan made sense to Lakar, it reflected a tactical approach, assigning roles based on each member''s strengths and abilities. Placing himself and Lakar at the forefront would allow them to directly engage with any threats, leveraging their combat skills. Meanwhile, Bolka''s position in the rear, alongside Adrian, would enable her to use her healing powers effectively while also utilizing Adrian''s ranged powers to their advantage.
"Sounds good," Lakar agreed, the gravity of the situation setting the tone for his concise response.
"Right!" Bolka echoed, her voice carrying a bit of worry.
The trio, along with Adrian, who was carried by Bolka, quickly navigated through the room, their attention fixed on the distant entrance. When the doorway was about a hundred feet away, they stopped choosing this spot to set their ambush, using the pillars as cover to conceal their presence. Touk, meanwhile, clutched the book close, waiting for the dungeon to reappear and provide crucial information about the nature of the invaders.
The wait was short-lived before the book under Touk''s arm began to move. It slid out from under his grasp, flipping open as if guided by an unseen hand. Another quill materialized out of thin air, its tip already glistening with fresh ink. The quill moved swiftly across the pages, jotting down words in a flurry of activity.
Once the writing ceased, the book rotated to face Touk, who leaned in to read the freshly inked pages. As he absorbed the information, the color drained from his face, turning him noticeably pale.
Touk acted quickly, scribbling something on the pages before him. In response to his writing, a sword materialized out of nowhere, hovering in the air before Lakar. When he grasped it, the weapon felt surprisingly light, a clear indication of the strength and enhancements his new body possessed. Lakar, as the chieftain''s son, had never been weak. His lineage provided him with natural physical prowess, and his status afforded him the privilege of training with an array of weapons, from swords and spears to bows.
While Lakar had previously favored daggers for their stealth and precision, he understood the tactical advantage of wielding a longsword in this situation, especially in the spacious room they were defending. Not to mention his new height and strength would make wielding such a weapon easier.
As for the sword in Lakar''s hands, while basic in design, was clearly well-crafted. Its blade, about three feet in length, bore the marks of numerous battles: scratches, chips, and dents adorned its surface. The steel of the blade, though marked by time and use, still held a sturdy and reliable quality.
The hilt was plain, without ornate decorations or intricate designs, and the pommel at the end was equally unadorned, fashioned from the same steel as the hilt. This simplicity in design suggested a focus on functionality and durability rather than aesthetic appeal.
Grasping the sword, Lakar felt the leather of the grip comfortably fitting into his hand. The texture provided a firm, secure hold. He could feel the balance and heft of the sword, lending a sense of stability and readiness for combat.
Lakar''s gaze lingered on the sword, particularly fixated on a slightly larger chip midway down the blade. Earlier, during a period of idle chatter, Touk had shared the history of the sword the he was using. He spoke of his own death, the child who wielded the sword before him, and the events that followed. It was back then that Lakar had noticed a chip, midway down the blade.
His thoughts were cut off as Touk''s voice broke the silence, carrying a sense of urgency. "It''s a Gloomfang, and it''s already in the second hallway," he announced.
Lakar''s thoughts ground to an abrupt halt at the mention of a Gloomfang. The very idea of such a creature being in the dungeon was almost inconceivable. Gloomfangs were known to dwell in the surrounding forests, not deep within cave systems like where they currently were.
From the tales he knew, Gloomfangs were cat-like creatures of immense size, standing at the height of a human. They were characterized by their thick, dark fur that seemed to meld with the shadows, especially in the dim light of forests, making them appear almost as moving shadows themselves.
Lakar recalled the most terrifying aspect of Gloomfangs ¡ª their tails, equipped with a barbed stinger similar to that of a scorpion. Unlike scorpions, however, Gloomfangs didn''t use their tails for injecting venom. Instead, their stingers were used as brutal physical weapons, capable of punching holes and tearing through flesh and bone with ease.
And then there was their most notorious feature: the colossal maw filled with dagger-like teeth. The stories described how these jaws could open wide enough to engulf large prey whole, or snap shut with enough force to sever limbs.
That''s when Lakar heard it, the haunting sound of the Gloomfang filled the air, a terrifying symphony that chilled him to the bone. It began as a deep, guttural growl, like the rumbling of an earthquake deep within the earth, resonating through the dungeon''s walls. This growl then morphed into a series of sporadic screeches, resembling the sound of metal scraping against stone in a relentless, grating cacophony.
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The screeches were unpredictably interspersed with the howls that echoed through the corridors, reminiscent of a tormented creature wailing in the depths of the night. These howls would rise to a fever pitch, creating a sense of impending doom, before cutting off abruptly, leaving a haunting silence in their wake.
The sudden silences were almost as unnerving as the screeches themselves, filled with an anticipatory dread that made the air feel thick and heavy. The next bout of screeching would erupt without warning, each time causing a jolt of fear, a primal reaction to the primal terror of the sounds.
The Gloomfang''s cries were not just sounds of a creature announcing its presence; they were a psychological weapon, sowing fear and unease. For Lakar and his companions, each screech was a reminder that it lurked just out of sight, waiting to emerge from the shadows.
When the Gloomfang finally made its appearance, the sight was so terrifying that Lakar felt a paralyzing fear grip him. He might have frozen on the spot, vulnerable and exposed, if not for Touk''s quick reaction. With a swift yank, Touk pulled him back behind the safety of a pillar, just in time to avoid the beast''s gaze.
As Lakar crouched there, his heart pounding, he realized that the stories and legends he had heard about Gloomfangs paled in comparison to the reality. This creature was a horrifying colossus. Touk, who was the tallest, was still only as tall as some of the shorter humans, was dwarfed to the point of insignificance by the beast''s towering stature. The Gloomfang was nearly two and a half times his height.
But what truly sent a wave of dread through Lakar was the sight of not one, but three barbed tails. Each tail, armed with menacing barbs, swayed and twitched with a life of its own. The realization that the creature was even more lethal than he had been led to believe sent a shiver down his spine.
Lakar''s mind raced as he tried to comprehend the enormity of the challenge before them. The Gloomfang, with its massive size and twin barbed tails, was a monster beyond his wildest nightmares.
Gripping his sword tightly, Lakar attempted to calm his trembling hands, but the proximity of the Gloomfang made it a daunting task. The beast was closing the distance, seemingly unconcerned with stealth, its massive form moving with a purposeful, unyielding momentum. Each of its footfalls resonated through the ground, the heavy thuds reverberating in Lakar''s chest.
Touk leaned in closer to Lakar, his voice dropping to a whisper. "When it gets close enough, I''ll initiate the attack using my ability. I need you to follow up immediately and cover me. It''s unlikely I''ll be able to take it down in one go," he conveyed the plan with a sense of calm determination.
Lakar responded with a silent nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. He refrained from speaking, conscious of the need for quiet and wary of his own ability to keep his voice down in such a tense moment.
Then came the beasts scream ¨C a terrifying, ear-splitting sound that was far more intense and horrifying up close. The sheer volume and ferocity of the scream caused Lakar''s skin to prickle with fear, and he found himself instinctively covering his ears in a futile attempt to block out the deafening roar.
Despite the overwhelming fear, Lakar forced himself to focus. He quickly checked his status, seeing he had 11 points of mana helped calm himself just a bit. He reminded himself that he had faced something even more formidable: the dungeon itself. The memory of the dungeon''s booming voice, laden with an unimaginable power that had made his hands shake and his heart race, served as a stark comparison. If he could withstand the awe-inspiring presence of the dungeon, he could face this beast.
As the Gloomfang closed in, the time for their ambush had arrived. Bolka, with a burst of speed, dashed out from behind a pillar while cradling Adrian in her arms. She positioned him strategically in the center of the room, a significant distance from the approaching Gloomfang, which was still about 150 feet away.
The Gloomfang, upon spotting Bolka and Adrian, reacted with predatory instinct. Without a moment''s hesitation, it charged towards them, its massive form accelerating with a terrifying speed. The creature''s focus was singular and unyielding, zeroing in on its newfound targets.
Adrian, for his part, was ready for the confrontation. The snail began launching his small projectiles.
From his vantage point behind the pillar, about 90 feet away from Bolka and Adrian, Lakar could hear the Gloomfang''s agile maneuvers. The beast, despite its size, moved with astonishing dexterity, making sharp dodges to evade Adrian''s assault. The sound of its massive body crashing into tables, shattering them upon impact, and pushing off pillars with forceful leaps, filled the room with a cacophony of destruction.
However, not all of Adrian''s shots were evaded. Lakar caught the sound of the Gloomfang hissing in pain as one or two projectiles found their mark, indicating that Adrian''s efforts were not in vain.
The battle intensified as the Gloomfang leaped out of Adrian''s line of sight, darting to the other side of the row of pillars. This movement signaled the moment for Lakar and Touk to engage. Touk, with a sense of readiness, opened his eyes wide, displaying a brief, determined smile. His eyes moved rapidly, scanning and calculating, taking in the chaotic scene in a fraction of a second before he closed them again, steeling himself for what was to come. Rising from their crouched position, he assumed a ready stance, his sword gripped firmly in hand.
As the rumbling footsteps of the Gloomfang drew nearer, indicating its close proximity, Touk sprang into action. Before the beast was even in sight, with agility and precision, he emerged from their cover, his sword tracing a powerful upward arc through the air.
Caught up in its pursuit of Adrian and Bolka, the Gloomfang, vaulting overhead, was taken by surprise by Touk''s offensive. It had been so intent on its prey that it failed to anticipate an attack from the side.
The clash was sudden and fierce as Touk''s blade struck the Gloomfang''s midsection while it descended. The sound of metal sinking into flesh reverberated around them, drawing a roar of pain and shock from the beast.
Though Touk''s attack was forceful, it only managed to penetrate an inch into the thick, muscular hide of the Gloomfang. The creature''s red blood coated Touk''s blade, a stark contrast against the steel. Despite the injury, the Gloomfang''s resilience was evident as it quickly lashed out in retaliation. One of its barbed tails whipped towards Touk with incredible speed, a dangerous counter to his successful strike.
In sync with their planned strategy, Lakar was quick to respond. He executed a powerful downward swing, aiming directly at the tail. His sword met the barbed tip squarely. While the strike didn''t break or sever the tail, it effectively diverted the attack away from Touk,
Meanwhile, Bolka and Adrian capitalized on the distraction, moving Adrian into a better position, the snail launched two larger shards towards the Gloomfang. The creature, reacting swiftly, used the back of its paw to send a swift strike to bat Touk aside and leaped backwards to gain distance. Despite its agility, one of Adrian''s shards found its mark, embedding into the beast''s shoulder. The impact elicited a screech from the Gloomfang, causing it to stagger momentarily and seek cover behind a nearby pillar.
Touk kept a firm grip on his sword even as the Gloomfang''s powerful swipe sent him flying. The momentum carried him through the air, but he managed to roll upon landing, quickly regaining his footing with remarkable agility. Without hesitation, Touk sprinted towards the pillar where the Gloomfang had taken momentary refuge.
Gloomfangs, known for their surface dwelling, typically utilized shadows as a key element in their hunting strategy. The play of light and shadow in their natural habitat provided them with a substantial advantage, allowing them to ambush and overpower their prey with ease.
However, the cave''s environment presented a different challenge. Many creatures that inhabited such dark, subterranean settings had adapted to the lack of light, developing abilities to navigate and perceive their surroundings in the dark. This adaptive edge meant that the Gloomfang''s usual reliance on shadows and stealth was less effective in the dungeon.
As Touk charged toward the Gloomfang''s position, Lakar''s instincts kicked in, sensing danger. He saw through the creature''s tactic ¡ª it was luring Touk into a trap. "Touk, watch out!" Lakar yelled, his voice cutting through the chaos of the battle.
Hearing Lakar''s warning, Touk reacted instantly. He opened his eyes wide, instantly assessing the situation, and executed a swift backward jump. This quick reaction saved him from a full-on ambush as two barbed tails of the Gloomfang viciously swung out from around the pillar, aimed directly at him.
Touk managed to raise his sword in time to block one of the tails. However, the other tail found its mark, striking Touk''s knee with brutal force. A sharp cry of pain escaped him as the barb punched a shallow hole.
Refusing to succumb to the pain, Touk, driven by adrenaline and determination, swiped his sword downward, targeting the softer part of the tail that had struck him. His counterattack was successful, cutting off the pointed and barbed tip of the beast''s tail.
The Gloomfang let out a piercing screech and rapidly maneuvered around the pillar, targeting Touk in his now-vulnerable state. Lakar, realizing the imminent danger to his comrade, sprang into action, swiftly closing the distance to come to Touk''s aid. At the same time, Adrian, ever vigilant, launched another shard at the beast. The Gloomfang, reacting instinctively, ducked, causing the shard to miss flying overhead. However, this momentary diversion allowed Lakar enough time to reach Touk.
Lakar''s instincts kicked in as the Gloomfang recoiled from his swipe and darted back behind the pillar. Seizing the moment, he reached for Touk, hoisting him up under the arms to haul him towards Bolka and Adrian''s location, where they would be safer.
Suddenly, Lakar''s blood ran cold as he heard the heavy thuds of the Gloomfang''s paws, signaling its charge towards Bolka and Adrian. The beast''s relentless pursuit was a stark reminder of its predatory nature. Bolka and Adrian were a mere 90 feet away, but the Gloomfang was closing the gap with terrifying speed.
In an instant, Lakar knew what he had to do. He let go of Touk and sprinted towards the impending danger. Touk, despite his injury, pushed himself up and followed suit, limping determinedly behind Lakar.
The Gloomfang, however, was a blur of deadly intent as it surged from behind the pillar, barreling straight for Bolka and Adrian. But Adrian, the unassuming snail, had more strength than he had previously shown.
In the brief moment that the Gloomfang was airborne, hurtling towards Bolka and Adrian, something strange occurred. The formidable beast, once robust and menacing, began to slightly wither mid-leap. Its once glossy black coat lost its sheen, and the creature''s body appeared gaunter, more emaciated than before. The fearsome barbed tails, drooped a bit. Even the hairs along its back, which normally lay sleek and flat, stood on end in a bizarre display.
Lakar''s attention swiftly shifted to Adrian, the snail who seemed to be at the heart of this unexpected change. Despite not having been physically touched by the Gloomfang, Adrian appeared significantly hurt. His skin was marred with cracks and tears, from which a liquid seeped out. Yet, paradoxically, Adrian seemed to exude a newfound strength.
The rapid transformation of both the Gloomfang and Adrian was bewildering, all transpiring in the mere moments of the Gloomfang''s leap through the air. As the beast descended, its focus shifted towards Adrian, identifying the snail as the primary threat. It seemed intent on crushing Adrian under its massive form, an action driven by a primal instinct to eliminate what it perceived as a significant danger.
However, the Gloomfang''s attempt to squash Adrian did not go as planned. Mere feet above the snail, the creature inexplicably missed its target. Adrian had not moved from his spot, yet the Gloomfang''s calculated pounce failed to connect. It was as if an unseen force had intervened, altering the beast''s trajectory at the last moment.
In a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation, the Gloomfang lashed out with one of its barbed tails, aiming directly at Adrian. Yet again, the attack did not find its mark. The tail swung wide, missing the snail entirely, as if repelled by an invisible barrier.
As Lakar ran towards the fight, felt a distinct pull deep within himself, as if something was reaching out and tugging at his mana reserves, vying for his attention. This sensation, unfamiliar and insistent, momentarily threatened to distract him. Recognizing his tendency to become absorbed in his thoughts, he suppressed the urge to delve into this internal sensation. There was no time to explore this mysterious feeling now, not in the midst of the chaos unfurling around him.
Refocusing on the situation at hand, Lakar''s gaze snapped back to the ongoing battle. He noticed Bolka moving swiftly, using the cover of the pillars to navigate the room. She was heading towards them, likely intending to offer healing to Touk.
In the midst of the chaos, Adrian''s role in the confrontation became increasingly apparent. The snail, who had been a passive presence until now, was actively engaged with the Gloomfang. It was difficult to tell if Adrian was blocking the assaults, or if the beast was missing, but one thing was clear: the Gloomfang failed in all it attempts to harm the snail.
Lakar''s realization that Adrian was fully engaged in defense, unable to launch his powerful shard attacks, spurred him into urgent action. Grasping the blade of his sword firmly just above the hilt for better control and balance, he bent forward and broke into a full sprint, his focus singularly on joining the battle as quickly as possible.
His speed was exceptional, surpassing anything he had experienced before. As he raced past Bolka, who was heading towards Touk to offer aid, she glanced at him in surprise. Lakar''s pace was astonishing, a blur of motion that carried him rapidly towards the heart of the conflict.
Lakar''s remarkable burst of speed, fueled by the wind at his back, allowed him to traverse the remaining distance to the Gloomfang in less than a second. As he closed in on the beast, he adjusted his grip and stance, readying himself for an attack.
The creature, preoccupied with its slow, calculated attempts to stab Adrian ¨C likely to avoid triggering the mysterious force that had caused its previous misses ¨C momentarily shifted its focus upon sensing Lakar''s rapid approach. However, it seemed to underestimate him, quickly turning its attention back to Adrian.
In response to his approach, the Gloomfangs'' tails instinctively reacted. Swift and deadly, they lashed out towards Lakar. He nimbly sidestepped, dodging one tail, and then, seizing the moment, he counterattacked. With a fluid and precise motion, he directed a powerful upward swing at the other tail. It was as if the air itself facilitated his strike, the wind parting effortlessly around his sword, offering no resistance as the blade sliced through the air.
His sword met the tail with a clean, swift cut, severing it from the Gloomfang. Startled by the unexpected ferocity and effectiveness of Lakar''s attack, the Gloomfang recoiled and leaped away in a defensive maneuver. This sudden movement left it vulnerable, and Adrian seized the opportunity. The snail launched a large shard with deadly accuracy, embedding it deep into the Gloomfang''s back.
In a moment of impulsive decision-making, Lakar quickly reversed his grip on the sword and, with a burst of energy, threw it at the Gloomfang like a javelin. It was a risky move, given that a sword is not designed for such a purpose and typically lacks the aerodynamics of a javelin. Under normal circumstances, the sword should have faltered in its flight, losing momentum and falling to the ground.
However, defying all expectations, the sword sailed through the air with remarkable precision and velocity. It seemed to defy the laws of physics, not only maintaining its trajectory but also appearing to accelerate midway through its flight.
As the sword hurtled towards the Gloomfang, the beast, with a keen sense of danger, quickly dove to the side to evade a direct hit. Despite its efforts, the sword grazed its side, leaving a long, deep gash. The Gloomfang, though injured, did not falter or show signs of slowing down. It immediately regained its footing and turned back towards Lakar and his allies, moving with a renewed sense of urgency. A trail of blood followed the beast as it weaved skillfully through the pillars, its agility undiminished by the wound.
Realizing the immediate need to regroup, Lakar swiftly picked up Adrian. The snail, still recovering from its exertions, only offered a slight resistance. With Adrian securely in his grasp, Lakar sprinted back towards Bolka and Touk, moving as quickly as he could.