《Dungeonverse》 Prologue - The start Every millenia a big meeting is held in the center of the multiverse. Lately a problem has occurred involving the ever growing population of souls. Souls is the way reality expands. By converting the soulpoints they generate into matter and energy, the boundaries of existence stretches, making more space for gods and such to rule. Souls can also multiply by accumulating their soulpoints, holding on to them until the mass of soulpoints burst out of the soul in the form of a little clone. It looks almost a bit like when cells split. Sometimes mutations happen. Thet changes their alignments to bad, good or any variable between them. Even though bad souls are undesirable, there is no known ways to destroy souls through outside influence. The only way for a soul to get destroyed, is if it changes into a alignment other than good or bad. If that happens, they will just unravel, spewing enormous amounts of soulpoints, just like pressurised innards. It is speculated that this might be a failsafe inplanted by whoever created the first souls. Back to the problem, most of the gods and their god supervisors, even some of the reclusive ''laws'', have become tired of the bad souls constant nagging and vandalism in their respective universes, dimensions, territories or domains. In the different entities infinite patience and wisdom, they decided after a year of discussing that the most entertaining solution would be to make a ¡°garbage universe¡± where they can send the souls they want. The only limit is a ban on ''artificiall souls''. As to who will create and maintain this universe, there were no volunteers. Since nobody volunteered for the privilege of maintaining and creating the facilities the new universe, they decided to use a dungeon for the purpose.
To find the right soul for the position as dungeon, a draw between the mortals making a hard list of prerequisites containing ''important qualities'', will be made. The list contains the following points:
  1. To never grow bored, but like change.
  2. Have enjoyment in creating challenges.
  3. Have low sense of empathy.
  4. Be artistic and creative.
These four points alone decreased the number of potential seekers by 99%, a huge number. Therefore, only about a near infinite amount of participants are left. After everyone at the meetup agreed to these points, the ''law of the jungel''; absolute ruler of the universe, proceeded with the next step of the draw. It summoned the only other entety with more power than it, the mysterious System, for the final part of the proceedure.
Protocoll initiated
Randomly minimizing area of participants:.. Minimized to universe ¡°Cosmos#72e43999...869¡±... Further minimized to supercluster ¡°Laniakea¡±...If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. Further minimized to galaxy ¡°Milky Way¡±... Further minimized to star system ¡°Solar system¡±... Further minimized to planet ¡°Earth¡±... No higher power detected Further minimized to continent ¡°Europe¡±... Further minimized tohalf-monarchy¡°Norway¡±...
Participant ¡°Id: Homo_sapien#2336743¡± Nickname: Bjorn Thorson, is the winner.
*New race found* Homo_sapien
law of the jungleis rewarded 1''000''000''000XP for finding aMajor race.
Asking Bjorn Thorson for consent REPLY: yes
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Error Soul is absent, ERROR¡­.. Scaning Homo_sapien#1 - 7''962''792''780 Participant uses biological means for sentience *New life_form found* Sentience powered by ''brain'' *New biological module found* Downloading contents to database Must rewrite biological module ''brain'' into ''soul'' to accomplish goal ¡­¡­.Solution found¡­¡­.. Milking 500 random souls for soulpoints Total soulpoints: Approximately 9¡¯000¡¯000 Creating artificial soul for ''brain''
Small error made Continuing with ''protocoll''
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Chapter 1 - Congratulations. Bjorn Thorson''s consciousness was in a different place. His mind feels empty. The only memories remaining are knowledge containing everything he has ever learned, but nothing of his social life. The memories of who he is, is gone. From the way he knows a lot more about art than anything else, he concludes he was an artist.
Around me is a room, similar to a white box. Somehow I know the specifics of the room Instinctually with just a fast glance. It is a perfect cube with the measurements 100m length, 100m breadth and 100m height, the temperature is 28¡ãC and the air is just normal air. After some more thorough examination, I finds myself floating in the middle of the room above a group of 10 people. Looking straight down, I inspect the them. They are all humanoid in shape and looks exactly the same, like white seamless mannequins. I can only see the top of these things heads, but one after one they look upwards. When they see me, their expressions shifts from confusion and fear, to fascination and admiration. This admiration makes me want to see myself. By just willing it, my perspective moves forward and turns around, pointing towards my body. Before me is the most magnificent and majestic thing I have ever seen, including the memories I have kept. It looks like a perfect cube made of blue glass, radiating a blue light. My knowledge tells me it looks like a fictional object called a ''tesseract''. I just know this is my body. This new knowledge sparks forth a small golden 2D box in the middle of my cube, contrasting the natural blue light of the glass. The box calls for me, so i move towards it, back into my body. Inside I feel comfortable, like this is where I should be. In front of me is the golden box. It looks like a royal piece of paper floating in some invisible water, slowly rocking from side to side. I read what is written.
Congratulations.
You have been chosen as our honorable......This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. ????Recycling center????
To help you on the way, you will be gifted a personal...... ????Dungeon system????
You are lucky, because we have....... ????Artificially boosted your system beyond God rank????
Goodbye and remember...... ????WE, gave you this power????
This sounds promising. From what I remember, dungeons are used to imprison people. Perhaps that is what I am, a trashcan for unwanted people? Then this system probably means that they will give a way to control them, like a management tool? I will myself out of my tesseract thingy and look down. The things have mostly lost their interests in me, and about half of theme are walking circles around my cuboid white room. I at least think it is mine, it feels that way. Their faces have turned more searchingly now, as if they are looking for something.
System is booting...Please wait a second
I can feel my stone calling for me. The even blue light in my stone have shifted to being brightest in the middle. It is like the golden color, except the color is the exact same as the rest of my glass stone. I think it looks pretty, like a star trapped in a snowglobe. The people who catched the change of light in my body stare at me again. Back inside I float before a new 2D box. I presume the box refers to my "Dungeon system". I use the time the box is ''booting'' to inspect it. In distinction from the former one, this box is more ''elusive'' like, but at the same time a lot more ''rigid'' and ''unmoving''. I float around it, and when i have turned exactly to the side of it, it disappears. I move one centimeter more, and i can see the backside of the box. I want to experiment with it. I move back, so that it vanishes from sight. Slowly I move towards it. Every time I see a bit of the box, I change my direction by less than one degree until it disappears again. I am close to it now, but keep moving towards it. Asplitting pain erupts all the way through my incorporal ''body''. I can feel the pain forming in a perfect line through my very being, stopping just before I am cut in two. By reflex my ''body'' move bakwards. I am out of the box, but I still feel a soul splitting pain. A sense of wrongness faintly attracts my attention, but i instantly dismiss it in my pain. Chapter 2 - Wow, that thing is massive. My mind start functioning again after a long time. Thinking back, I remember being in a ''limbo'' state. I existed, but my conciousnes was sorta ''idle'' and ''unresponsive'' to the extreme pain. Before me a new box floats. It is the same type as the last box; an ominous red.
Patch update 1.01 Includes:
Increased safety.
Dual play.
Seems like me splitting, on the box earlier was not supposed to happen. The ''patch'' also implies that the ''accident'' split me in two? Dual play? This is confusing, I want a brake from this. I move out of my core and I am a bit surprised by the things inhabiting my room. They have formed a sort of pile of torn of arms and legs underneath me, and ontop of the pile, five of the things are trying to make a ''human'' ladder to reach me. One of the fabric arms making up the hill, moves underneath the bottom creature, making it and the four other puppets fall in a heap. Their bodies disappear against the same-colloured bodyparts making up the pile in a sorta camouflagy way. In a weird turn, the four things that previously stood on top of the bottom mannequin singles the indentical copy out and make threatning handsignals towards it while at the same time slowly moving towards it. Suddenly, it turns around to escape. The four other mannequins jump it the instant the thing moves and barely catches it by the foot. For some reason i can''t understand at the moment, I witness them tear the puppet appart with practised efficiency.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. When the only remaining parts are the torso and head, one of the things bring the torn of limbs towards the middle of the pile and dump them there. When it returns again, they surround the mutilated corpse and wait. Through this whole event, not a single sound was made. I now realise there is no sound in the whole room. I study the rest of the place and can see four of the ten manequins doing weird stuff and a house in one of the corners. In another corner of the room,amannequinis laying idly at the ground with its head face down. It lies perfectly still not moving a millimetre. Behind it, one of the other mannequin poke the idly laying puppet carefully in the back with a arm missing all the digits except the middle finger. It seem to be enjoying itself as it almost acts happy and lightfooted. In the corner opposite the ''sleeping'' mannequin and its bully, another two are wrestling eachother. Both of them wrestle like pofessionals with years of experience. Lastly, in another corner exist the house. From my angle, I can see it is made up of two walls and a roof leaning aginst the corner. I study it more closely, and I see the walls are smooth white textureless fabric. Wondering where the builder have gotten its materials, I notice the familiarity the fabric have with the other puppets skin. I guess I should feel disgusted? But luckily I feel no such thing. I see a door and float towards it. It is closed, so I try to push it open, though it does not work. Instead i go straight through it and get to witness the weirdest thing I have seen yet. What I meet is a puppet, but that is not weird. What is weird is what it is doing and what it has done. On its head grow, unlike on the other puppets, a gorgeous hair. I have a feeling that hair is a normal commodity, but in this situation it is not. I have until now not seen a strand of hair on any of the puppets. This one in contrast has hair in masses. I look closer at it and find out that it is not indeed hair, it is fabric, puppet skin ripped into shredds and forced into a scalp. Moving on. The puppet seem to have a urge to change itself, and the thing it feels on changing right now is its midsection. At this time, it is in the middle of stitching on 50 centimeter long roll of meat pie. Pretty smart if I''m honest, though I can''t decide if I should admire ''him'' or kill it wth fire. Anyway, even if I can''t decide to kill it or praise it, I can decide to run.