David looked at his current DP pool.
Dungeon points: 3.
He placed the bug zapper at the centre of the dungeon. No. No, that wasn't a good idea. The light would only work on insects and anything could pop up. David accessed his storage and inserted a hook onto the wall. Or to be more precise, the hook grew out from the wall like a flower.
He made sure to place it on the wall opposite to the exit; he wouldn't want another hell bug so much as looking for an escape route. Next, he got the ants to hide up in the ceiling. After all, no one looks up. Next...
Time ran out.
On the monitor, David watched as a patch of water came pouring out of thin air. These fuckers definitely didn't bother knocking.
He hurriedly ran outside of the office. David would just have to distract whatever came through. Australia already had enough problems with non-native animals, and making a contract seemed to come with too high a price.
It had been a good thing that David had put his army on the ceiling, by the time he got out of the office the water had already climbed up to his ankles and most of it was draining out of the dungeon's exit. He closed the door to his office just as his new guest came through.
It was big, bigger even than the truck. Its body was slick and smooth, the better to strike fast and hit even harder. David, of course, wasn't interested in its aerodynamic design as all he saw flying at him were rows and rows of dagger-like teeth. The longest one as big his foot.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” David screamed as the creature's huge mouth swallowed him whole. The dungeon caught glimpses of organs and meat as he phased through the creature’s body.
David opened his eyes and found himself back inside his office. He patted himself down, recalling what he had learned from his previous guests.
It was then that he realised that this wasn't his body. Or that was to say what looked like his body was nothing more than a game avatar. The only way that he could die was... Actually, besides his contracted animal dying David didn't know if he could die, he would have to look that up.
For now, he concentrated on exploding into righteous fury. This fucker had come into his home looking to con him? Fuck that. This was his game and he was going to play it his goddamn way.
He turned to the computer monitor, “Alright arsehole, I'm gonna mess your day up.”
At first David didn't understand what he was looking at. What had just landed in his domain was a great white shark with a luminescent bulb growing out of its forehead. The thing was flopping around like mad and though it didn't have proper mouth to form the words, David found that he could understand it.
“Dungeon. I beg of you. Help me. Water.” The shark called out.
David guessed that the shark had been thinking that this was an underwater dungeon. Even if David wanted to, which he didn't, he couldn't save the shark. His water supplies included two full bottles of spring water and he had a feeling that this guy liked his water salty. That did give him an idea though.
Going to the building menu he drained the water that the shark came with. There, now his building supplies increased by twenty points.
“Noooo.” the shark cried out in terror.
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1 Chapter Six
The whole making monsters thing from thin air didn't make a flip of sense. The dungeon supposed that if they were just light constructs like out of Red Dwarf or something, then yeah, it possibly could make sense. But the guy doing the math would have to be drinking something like bleach to get the theory going.
It was like teleportation and giant spaceships going faster than the speed of light. Science fiction was full of that kind of shit. It didn't make sense. It was cartoon logic. And yet, David had made life. No billions of years of evolution, no scientific explanation. Just point, click, and there was an ant.
It turns out that creatures made with dungeon points were more like robots than living creatures. When they moved outside of the dungeon domain they disintermediated into dust. The wiki however, indicated that they could reproduce with real creatures and the offspring of such an unholy union could go outside. Which was how Morgan's people were able to escape their dungeon.
Another complication was that his corporeal body was actually his core.
A dungeon core was effectively a dungeon's heart or engine. It generated energy, which it used to support its monsters and gave the dungeon a DP over time. There was also another and very real danger in that the core and the dungeon were linked, and if the core ever died then both David’s were fucked.
David was still getting some energy from his core and his army of ants, so he wasn't completely screwed, yet. Right now he was breaking even, but if a few hundred bugs left or died that could quickly change.
The dungeon looked down at his tiny kingdom. A line of bull ants were bringing in a trail of leaves, dead bugs, and small rocks which they either ate or David turned them over to his storage bin.
Speaking of the storage bin, the dungeon had made some rough estimations and he figured one ton of dirt constituted about six hundred storage points. But there was more to the storage than just weight and mass. You also factored in the object's rarity, its complexity, and how easy it was to transform into energy.
It was kind of like eating grass and sugar in a way. Sugar was nearly pure chemical energy so it was easy to get fat off it, and while you could extrapolate sugar from grass it would actually cost more energy to eat a bag of grass clippings than a few teaspoons of raw sugar.
So he had a long time to go before he could take another sip of coffee, for a coffee addict such as himself this was torture.
It was now day five since David's GUI update and progress was pure agony.
Morgan had been right. As his workers ate the surrounding rocks, the material went straight to his storage shed. Another interesting thing was that, on occasion, a bunch of energy came out of nowhere and David could manage to get a free DP.
With a few mouse clicks, the dungeon was able to see his current progress.
He had wanted a room that was 3 meters by 3 meters. He also wanted it 3 meters high. Not counting the security office or the entrance, it was going to be his first real room.
David planned to turn this dank shithole into the motherfucking Batcave. The main problem was that a thousand ants and a few spiders weren't exactly the best workforce. Sure, if you went by scale of work to their actual size they were amazing, but it would take years, or possibly decades to get half a room built. David needed something bigger if the Dave cave was going to be more than a dream.
For the tenth time that hour, he scanned his creature list for anything that had changed. His eyes drifted over to his latest entry.
Monster species: Fori
Native homeland: Mye
Type: Fish
Rarity: Common
Special contract powers: Blood tracking, blood frenzy
Description: The Fori empire stretches from multiple oceans. While nowhere near the largest predator in Mye, they are some of the most savage.
The contract bonuses were pretty basic. David could give his monsters a shark's sense of smell, allowing them to track a bleeding opponent over vast distances. The other upgrade gave his minions a berserker mode when the enemy got wounded. Neither option interested him.
What David was more interested in was the shark's body. Instead of turning it in for 30 DP, which was a very tasty idea, he allowed the Fori's corpse to remain in the starting room. Nothing attracts flies and bugs like a dead