《Dungeon 42》New Year’s Countdown, Chp 42
Advertisement
New Year’s Countdown
Chapter 42
For an entire week, I had a lovely workflow going. I had one of every base class represented for humans and a couple of the specializations. The fellas had been in the lead at first, but I'd balanced them out on the third day. Since then, I'd been buying in pairs.
The first, but not last, lady was Dawn Hyacinth Iliac, a cleric. She'd selected a golden yellow for her eye flames while the paladin, Heather Elain Patella, who'd been summoned alongside her and their male counterparts, had chosen silver.
It was nice to have a plan and still have time for side projects. With all of the needed crypts set up for the moment, I was working on one, carving a small disk of stone. I'd been playing with embedding mundane crystals into it and was starting to get a look I liked.
A musical chime informed me I had a message, and I opened it excitedly.
[Mistress,
I've encountered another village, so I've taken the opportunity to purchase more of your requested items.
Your servant,
Elim]
Looking into my inventory, I found the new goods and felt ecstatic. After meeting some trouble on the way, Elim had made good time to the post town and was already well on his way home. Unfortunately, supplies were coming in rather slowly.
Elim had done his best in the post town, but there had only been so much he could spend without drawing attention. Since then, he'd been discreetly buying goods at every stop as he hurried home, for which I was grateful.
After some quick upgrades, I was off to the necropolis. Most of the things that had arrived were requests from the skeletons. There had been some initial awkwardness about asking me for them. Fortunately, the veterans were helping the new arrivals get comfortable, and the requests were flowing steadily now.
Twenty-six crypts total now lined two walls of the room. Unlike the initial alcove set up, they were all now rooms with unique entrances based on the occupant's preference. I would have smiled if I had a mouth.
I distributed the newly arrived goods into the delivery boxes all the skeletons had with a few mental commands, but didn't send the usual group text to alert them. I'd requested they remain inside for two hours, and everyone was playing along.
In a few hours, it would be the new year according to system time, which was about a week earlier than the local New Year's Day. With my tithe met and my dungeon growing at a healthy clip every day, I'd been in the mood to celebrate. That was what my side projects had been devoted to for the last couple of days. Getting ready for the party.
"Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?" I sang softly to myself as I worked. Snatches of the lyrics of Auld Lang Syne mixed with humming the tune as I placed tables and hung banners.
I worked fast, draping tables, laying out games, and even placing cups. It would take a bit of work, but my cans of chaos beverage would refill themselves, so I distributed them to the tables. That the skeletons could drink them was something I only found out after finding Chris lounging in my chamber of machinations with a picture book in one hand and an empty can in the other.
Advertisement
I chuckled at the memory. He'd been entirely disinterested in reading until I made some picture books myself. The local offerings were rather dry and difficult to read as compared to what I was used to. He'd been completely taken by surprise by my knock-off Goodnight Moon.
"For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne! We'll take a cup of kindness yet for days of auld lang syne," I sang as I finished distributing drinks. Next up was the part I'd been most excited about. At each table, I placed a poker tray with custom chips and cards.
The cards were solid black with gold filigree on the back and the numbers and suits drawn in jewel tones. The chips were likewise black with an embedded crystal dome colored to look like my core in several colors with the year painted behind it but visible. On the other side were portraits.
The portraits included a styled version of myself, the second a skeleton, the third the lava hounds. We were wearing party hats and the skeletons' eyes colored at random, so all the base classes were represented. It had taken some fiddling to make the denominations easily recognizable despite the amount of black, but I felt it worked out in the end.
"Is that the song you sent us, Mistress?" A rich voice inquired, causing me to jump. Turning around, I found myself looking at an amused assembly of six Bards. Angelo Joseph Humerus was in the lead and had addressed me.
"Is it already… I lost track of time. Yes, that's the song," I said cheerfully. I'd set it up so they'd come half an hour before the festivities were supposed to kick off. Everything was technically ready after the first hour, but I'd been fussing, trying to make things as festive as possible.
"Hum the tune for us, and I'll note it down," Caspar Andases Humerus offered cheerfully. He was a pleasant man in general but had taken a particular shine to me after showing him my world's music notation system. They had all used different rather complicated ones between the six of them or just played by ear.
Dutifully, I hummed the song, and he made his notes. I didn't doubt the lot of them could already play it without issue, even without the sheet music. Caspar was the most passionate about it, but they all enjoyed adding to the small library they were building between themselves.
A formal library, that was another worthwhile project to add to the necropolis. I added it to my to-do list.
"The stage is yours tonight, but feel free to take breaks and whatnot," I said. The group gave me wry looks before heading over to set up. They had debated the color of their flames intensely for the first few days before settling on a pumpkin orange. I had a suspicion they would ask me to change it seasonally.
I also had a strong feeling they would be Henry's best customers. Not all of the skeletons had taken to the idea of wearing clothing, but those six had with gusto. A fact which amused me to no end because it was like realizing a certain cartoon duck didn't wear pants. The other skeletons were naked, and I couldn't unsee it.
I was laughing at my own dirty mind when finally, it was time. Everything was as ready as it was going to be, and the bards warmed up. From the crypts, the other skeletons started emerging, only to pause at the colorful scene. I'd chosen black and green with silver for my colors.
Advertisement
The tables quickly started to fill, though not many opted to put on the supplied party hats I'd made. I expected that, however, though I was wearing mine, the ribbon tied neatly in a bow under my chin.
Music began playing, drinks were flowing, games were played, and I felt awkward as hell.
An unexpected complication I honestly should have seen coming. No one was rude or unwelcoming, but as I approached a table, its occupants would invariably start to quiet down, and I felt like I was making it hard to have fun.
An idea that seemed increasingly plausible as I considered exactly what I was to them. I was their boss, not a coworker. Shit.
I hovered a while awkwardly, feeling like the skeletons were all discreetly staring at me. Thankfully it wasn’t long before everyone was distracted by Chris tying a party hat to his face and doing an impression of some kind of bird. That took the edge off and I rallied.
The return of my resolve didn’t last terribly long. After putting in some effort to make sure I greeted everyone pleasantly and tried to be social, I snuck out. It wasn't hard, since I picked my moment carefully.
The skeletons were all fairly engaged with various card games or drinking chaos soda. I felt like no one would notice me but made sure to be particularly discreet.
What was a little tricky was figuring out where I wanted to go. The new year and refresh wouldn't happen for another hour. I didn't feel like working on a project or visiting the hounds. They were asleep at the moment, and I didn't like to bother them when they rested.
"Mistress?" Henry called. His voice followed a moment after the liquid sound of passing through the mirror.
"Yes? Can I help you?" I asked, fumbling a bit as I tried and failed to cover up my unease. I'd been outside for a while but hadn't expected anyone to leave the necropolis. Like the bards, Henry was dressed, his clothes expertly cut to fit his narrow fleshless frame. Glittering black thread picked out a ribcage design against the jet fabric. He'd leaned into the differences between his form and a mortal’s, accentuating it.
"Not as su-such. I was feeling a b-bit… overwhelmed," Henry said awkwardly. I nodded, understanding how that could be. Even without feeling like I was making things uncomfortable for others, I hadn't really been okay.
I liked planning the party and mingling at first, but the excitement had waned quickly. Without more experience, I couldn't be sure, but I suspected I had a bit of social anxiety. Not the worst hang-up to have, but still rather inconvenient.
"Care to take a stroll with me then?" I asked on impulse.
"That… S-sounds nice," Henry said, hesitant but not unwilling. Unsurprisingly, given his usual manners, he offered me his elbow, and I accepted it. It was a bit of a walk, but soon enough, we were at the chamber where the descent into the dungeon proper began. I raised a ramp and led Henry up to the little sitting area I'd been fiddling with overlooking the valley.
"This is… out-outside?" Henry asked, awed.
"I made a lucky mistake and learned I could buy exterior tiles too. I plan on converting the valley into part of the dungeon over time," I explained simply.
"Have a seat if you like," I added, after depositing myself on the bench. It had started as a plain bit of stone, but I'd carved it to look like filigree at this point. Henry hesitated but joined me after a moment. A companionable silence fell over us as we looked out over the landscape.
"Th-this place, it's just somewhere you like to sit, isn't i-it?" Henry asked after a while.
"Yeah. I supposed I should make it more accessible, but… I enjoy having the odd place to myself sometimes," I admitted. My chamber of machinations was semi-private by design rather than fully. This spot was probably the only one that was just mine for the moment.
"N-nothing wrong with that," Henry said and chuckled. We lapsed back into silence as the night wore on. When the new year arrived, it was without fanfare.
"Happy New Year," I chirped to Henry.
"H-happy New Year, Mi-Mistress," Henry replied. Though we didn't speak further, I started to hum Auld Lang Syne just as a message tone sounded. Only for a change, the message just appeared in the air before me, rather than waiting to be acknowledged.
[System Notice]
[Tithe collection complete.
New Tithe amount: 50 points
Congratulations on Surviving, Newbie!]
Seriously? I scrubbed my face with my hands as my laughter dissolved into a frustrated sigh. I was sorely tempted to make a new year's resolution about punching whoever was responsible for the system in the dick or other analogous anatomical structure.
"S-something wrong?" Henry asked.
"No, not exactly. I just got my new tithe amount, and it's fifty points… It's not really a lot since I have a year to get it, but it kind of is since it's not like people are guaranteed to show up," I explained. It wasn't like I didn't have plans to lure people. They just felt much more immediate, urgent, now that I had a hard number I needed to reach.
"I don't don't know much about that aspect s-so, u-unfortunately, I have no ad-advice," Henry said, looking away from me.
"Don't worry about it. I appreciate any advice you do have, but this bit is my job," I said simply. There wasn't much else to add to that, and we lapsed into silence.
"H-How lov-lovely," Henry commented. Confused, I looked over to find something sparkling in the moonlight a moment before it fell on us. Unable to feel cold, it took a couple beats for me to realize it was snowing. I laughed, I wasn't sure how long it would last, but I was enchanted.
During the day, the valley below was a mixture of pinks and oranges with bits of green. Now, under the light of the pale moon, it was bathed in blues, violets, silver, and black. I was honestly a little giddy to think of seeing it coated in silvery white. Despite everything, this felt like a good omen for the new year.
Advertisement
- In Serial113 Chapters
BEHEMOTH
What is luck? What is fate? All we can do is stumble along blindly, a noose ever around our necks. And for what? Why do you struggle on. Every day, every single day I wake, I ask another day? Is this it? I want strength! I want power! I want to be above all, to stand on the highest peak of the highest mountain, to look down on everything and everyone! I want, I want, I want . . . Fool. Naive. Idiot. Again and again, you have neither the skill nor the talent, not the body of a warrior or the mind of a sage. What can you do Magnus Lund? Are you happy? Ha ha . . I forgot about happiness the day I died. The second time I died I forgot about love. I've died so many times, forgotten so many things . . what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Well, I'm going to kill you, and it's going to make me stronger. Look forward to it.
8 127 - In Serial76 Chapters
The Pack
'When you’re in hell, only demons can save you...' For a thousand suns humanity has lived on this world, a world of advanced knowledge and medieval ways, a world whose history has been lost in a fog of tales and fragments of ancient learning. Upon this planet a young man is betrayed and sold by those he called family. Lost and alone, he discovers a weapon more powerful than anything he could imagine. Now, holding the power to level entire cities, he may be the last hope for a humanity on the edge of extinction. But the howl of the pack has changed, and what was once a sound of comfort and protection brings only terror as it echoes across the mountains. When high technology meets low society, when the natural clashes with the artificial, when the very world itself seems bent on eradicating humankind, those caught in the middle must choose, though every choice brings with it its own loss. A choice between humanity, and the pack. (Download as an eBook - choose your own price - at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1150699)
8 501 - In Serial11 Chapters
The Warring Teacher
An idealist high-school teacher finds death when saving a student. Most of the time he had regretted not having the power to change the world, but at the very end, his last actions saved that student’s world. In Tellus begins the rise of two particular boys. The first one, Kancil, has lived a life full of suffering and betrayal, leading him to throw his life into a quest for revenge. But he has a special talent. Teaching people comes like a second nature to him and he acquired an ability to make that talent something that could change the world. The second one, Brencis, was a commoner boy who rose to the upper echelons of society after finding out he was a superbly talented person. Thus, the naive boy is thrown into the unknown and complicated world of nobility’s intrigue and deception. His only advantage over the double-faced nobles is a special knowledge of groundbreaking technologies that constantly pours into his head during his sleep. Upon death, the high-school teacher was promised rebirth and the two boys display the traits of the teacher when he lived, but only one of them can be the reincarnation of the teacher. ——————— My tags?: A reincarnation litrpg xianxia with base building. At least my plan is blending all those genres with a lil' bit of a 'realistic' twist.
8 174 - In Serial14 Chapters
A World to Call My Own
They say it only takes two generations for a person to be forgotten, but some names go down in history. The tyrants, the villains, the kings whos names will be remembered long after their empires are dead. But, there are those whose names live on long after even kings and emperors are gone. True heroes are never forgotten. Check out the latest chapters right here! I'll release each arc as I finish it on Tapas. Thanks so much for reading!
8 153 - In Serial10 Chapters
A Sleeping Dragon
Nustara Kingdom, was known as the land of heroes. This kingdom always produced great adventurer that had great influence in the world. However, there would always be a failure even in such kingdom. The one who was known to be a Rank E, the lowest rank of adventurer. He didn't have any gift which was given by the god to everyone. But no one knew. No one knew, who was the real dragon out there.
8 127 - In Serial84 Chapters
Avenger's Soulmate
After 2 years, Lorelia finally decides to moved to New York with her friend Katie for her senior year of high school and to return to being a shield agent. Little did she know that she was going to find all 13 of her soulmates and that they were all earth's mightiest heros. Will they be able to help help her or will they just cause more damage to her."I just happen to be soulmates with all the avengers, well that's... something"
8 192

