He clicked on a tab and was immediately transported to a dungeon wiki, which was really awesome.
It seemed that it wasn't just fairies that dungeons could make contracts with. Humans, plants, insects. Anything with an ounce of sentience was fair game. The dungeon provided a base of operations, gave the creature abilities, and did a whole bunch of other cool stuff.
If he had bonded with the hell butterfly, which he guessed was that mosquito girl; all he would have been able to summon were demons and insects. Morgan would have been tougher as she was a magical construct, an item given life. Rarest of the rare, hardest to make, expensive, and total dog shit. Morgan would have driven him into what could only be described as financial ruin.
This, of course, didn't mean that staying independent was a good thing. Without a bonded creature, David couldn't buy any mythical monsters with his dungeon point reserves. He had to lure in the natural fauna and then mutate the hell out of them if he wanted anything useful. This was an uphill battle.
If another dungeon ever decided to attack David, they would be using dragons while he would be still playing with ants and dingoes. Their animals would be tougher, more experienced, and they would be able to shoot lightning out of their dicks. A few ants might take on a fairy but they were going to be shit against a suit of living armour or a fire elemental.
Going through what a bonded creature could give him, David was both intrigued and horrified.
Morgan could have given his storehouses a massive boost, allowing him to store a ridiculous amount of materials, and she would have given him access to making bags of holding. He was starting to rethink killing her when he read what ravenous hunger did.
Ravenous hunger would have caused him to go utterly insane with hunger and he would have been compelled to eat everything. Now, anyone who would have seen David eat a pizza would have made a crack about that, but this wouldn't have been a craving for a bag of chips. This was three weeks starving hunger. David already had almost zero self-control; he couldn't imagine what that would have done to him.
He already knew what he would find but he checked on the hell butterfly's page.
Monster species: Hell Butterfly
Native homeland: Lower realms, fey lands.
Rarity: Uncommon
Special dungeon powers: Torturing delight, abyssal portal, glamour magic
Description: The great demon and fey torturers keep these bugs as pets and tools. Hell butterflies eat pain and misery and have been known to swarm in places of great suffering. Not just able to drain a victim of their pain, these insidious beings enjoy causing as much agony as possible. To a hell butterfly, every pain is a spice that they want to taste.
What the hell was this uncommon shit? David had never even heard about a hell butterfly. They didn't even come up in fantasy novels. Uncommon where?
He really didn't want to but he checked the special abilities that he would have gotten off the demon bug. If he had made a contract with the hell bug, not only would he have gotten the ability to create portals to hell, but she would have given him the ability to convert a person's pain into DP. David's whole dungeon would have turned into a snuff movie. Hostel goes Aussie.
David moved into the security office. Needing his fix to calm his shaken nerves, he grabbed the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. He sniffed the contents, not really caring if it smelt like stale sewage. As he took a whiff, he grinned. That was the stuff. No foreign brands, no exotic flavours. Just pure caffeine goodness.
The moment that the first drop of coffee touched David's lips the monitors gave off warning lights. He took a second gulp and looked into the screen. His dungeon points just shot up by fifteen points. Which was good, except that one of the other icons proved to be flashing.
“What is it now?” he growled. He clicked on the button and found himself looking at a spreadsheet of his internal storeroom.
David was impressed. The storehouse not only collected raw materials, it also held finished objects. His car was seriously messed up but the raw materials that it provided weren't something to sneeze at. Nearly a ton of plastic, steel, and oil had been sucked into his storage space. The objects that his body had stashed in his boot had also survived and he could take them out whenever he wanted to. So what was the problem?
David looked and saw that his storage had gone from 1000/1000 to 950/1000. Not sure exactly what happened, he took another gulp of coffee and watched as his dungeon points shot up to 83 and his storage went down by another fifty.
David, who was not an idiot, looked down at his cup and got a sickening feeling. Carefully he put down his mug, making sure as to not spill a drop.
It turns out that David had the ability to sacrifice items for energy. There were upgrades you could purchase to improve the ratio, but it looked as if every sip of coffee cost him 50 points of building materials. Which by the E=MC2 law was a really inefficient way to do things. David had just drunk enough potential energy to turn the planet into dust and only got... Well, he didn't know what 30 points could buy him but the conversion rate sucked.
Quickly, he looked at what his coffee habit had cost him and felt sick. One trailer load of dirt, forty insect bodies, and his spare tyre. Nothing that could be useful at the moment, but knowing that he had just drank ground up dirt and bugs did not make things better.
Wanting to know more about his new job before he adjusted his seat and accidentally blew himself up, David proposed to read the hell out of the instruction manual, or he would have if one of the screens hadn't lit up.
Warning. Dimension breach detected. Incoming.
“Fuck me,” David shouted. Without much choice he moved to the monster menu. Looking back at the screen it appeared that David had mere seconds to react. Not bothering to read the tutorial, he prepared to spend points like crazy.
| Monster name | Type | Size | Cost Dungeon points. |
| Bull ant | Insect | Tiny | 0.5 |
| European wasp | Insect | Tiny | 0.8 |
| Blow fly | Insect | Tiny | 0.3 |
| Hell butterfly | Insect/demon | Tiny | 213 |
| Komai Oatzzi | Exotic | Small | 705 |
He could choose power or numbers. One of the hell butterflies or a shit load of common bugs. Still having the fear that one of his creations would get ideas backstabbing his arse; David went for a good old fashioned swarm.
He drank the rest of his coffee which brought him down to 800 storage points and his DP up to 113.
Looking at his monitor in awe, David watched his army spawn into existence. There were no portals or anything like that, instead the insects punched through the solid earth, having seemingly burrowed inside. Almost instantaneously, two hundred bull ants were brought into his service.
From his seat, the dungeon had to admit that it was a frightful fucking sight. Two hundred of some of the nastiest monsters that Australia had to offer. A snake wouldn't take this swarm on. With that number it wouldn't be hard to believe that a full grown man might die if attacked.
Now that David had his fodder, it was time for some air support. Fifty wasps were brought in and David's stores dropped to just over 700 points.