"My lord Citran, our goddess Eltra seeks your audience!"

Deep underground in a chamber, a golem kneeled before a featureless crimson orb that sat on a pedestal, one that was fancy as a king's throne. Now, such was not the behaviour of a madman (madrock) as you might infer from it's behaviour. The orb in question was a core of sorts, similar to the sort that mages, animals, plants and monsters would form in their body to store mana. However, that wasn't a core's only function to a dungeon; they served as the very mind of the dungeon as well. And this core was the golem's master and creator.

"What? Lead me to the temple immediately!"

The pedestal sprouted three spindly legs similar to those of a spider, but golden and embedded with jewels. Citron then focused, shifting the layout of his dungeon body. Knowing what was to come instinctively, the golem swiftly squatted down with its hands over its head to brace itself.

The ground shook as the ceiling split open, causing rumble to fall and sunlight to shine for the first time in centuries into the throne room. The duo was then expelled from the dungeon, flying outside as the hole closed up. The rocky monster uncurled from it's position and stared into its comparatively bright new surroundings. It would have been blinded if it were a regular being seeing daylight for the first time after so long, but the golem did not have eyes. Instead, it had a huge orb mounted on its face like all other golems to let it "see".

It saw hundreds of buildings and structures stretched across the landscape. They weren't the sloppy kind the golem remembered either, all of them majestic and beautiful, as if replaced by work of a masterful architect. Such a sight would suggest the country had prospered by a lot since it last came out and should be bustling with people and full of life.

But there wasn't any life, not even a rat scampering across the streets. The golem couldn't help but wonder where the humans had all gone to. At least that explained why not a single person entered the dungeon in two hundred years.

"Dretlk, stop staring in blank space and lead me to the temple right now!"

"Sorry!"

Dretlk felt a little resentful, couldn't its master just remember what place was at where? The golem didn't recognise the new layout of the land, but it could still roughly recall where the temple was located.

It didn't take long them to reach the temple. Dretlk heaved a metaphorical sigh of relief that the temple remained in the same location. It didn't want its master to scream at it like he always did when the golem messed up.

"Dretlk, stand outside and wait for me."

The orb used it's magic to open the door without and wandered in, shutting the door gently afterwards. Dretlk was left waiting outside obediently. Citron traversed across the numerous rooms in the temple, walking into the prayer room. Before him was a cloud of grey miasma that somehow felt alive despite it's lack of "being".

"So you have arrived, King of Eltran." The foreboding voice of the goddess echoed through the air from the fog.

"Yes your majesty!" The dungeon did his best impression of kneeling but didn't do too well due to his pedestal body. He cursed mentally, wondering why he didn't pick a more humanoid "puppet" before meeting the goddess.

"Since the peace treaty hundreds of years ago, the humans have grown arrogant. Show them the terror and might of your kind once again!"

Citron was shocked. What was Eltra thinking?

"But your majesty, what about our pact with Xenon? She will smite al-"

"Silence!" The goddess shouted in anger. The dungeon felt the goddess place a curse of muting on him. He tried to not panic. Surely she would get over her anger and free him afterwards! There was no way he was going to become voiceless like one of those low tiered dungeons, right?

"Deltra has foretold that that meddling witch and her lover would be gone for a few years. Use this time to strike down her champion and stir chaos!"

WHAT!? He shook visibly, obviously shocked. How in the world could he strike down the hero of one of the strongest goddesses? Normal heroes were already bad enough!

"Fear not, for the hero is still budding, a mere rank 10. Use these gifts wisely." The goddess assured him, easing his discomfort. A globe then materialised before him, with two shining spots on them (grey and white). Two jewels popped out of mid air beside it as well, one grey and one transparent.

"The globe will locate your targets. The green jewel when glow when the hero is close. The other grey jewel is another of my targets, since Xenon favours him. That one is only a rank 3. Now go, I shall not waste more time on you."

The curse was then undone as the goddess decided to end their conversation. The dungeon bowed politely towards the fading haze, then ran out of the temple and back into his "body". Dretlk followed suit when it noticed its master running back "home".

"Ah, what a horrid day. I shall contact the Sky Temple for help." The dungeon muttered to himself. He didn't like to contact the other dungeons through telepathy, it wasted an awful lot of precious mana, especially when the dungeon was one that decided to float somewhere high above in the sky.

It took an awful lot of time to finally detect the Sky Temple's location. Apparently, she had floated 2351753 metres away from where he last detected her (one thousand years ago).

"Ah, Citran. I thought our affair was long over?"

"Damned woman, it's not about that! Eltra has issued a task fo-"

"And why should I care?" Sky answered curtly. "I have already broken the slave curse with Julius's help and have no reason to oblige to Eltran's demands."

Citran cursed yet again. Now he has to bribe her in order to get the job done? How he wished the Sky God (Julius) would have freed him from the curse instead of her. He didn't like being forced around all the time by Eltra even if she had created him.

"Alright, I'll give you a rank 30 jewel, is that fair enough?"

"Wow, that is a lot for the stingy bastard you are! Give me the details then."

Stiffling his "colourful words", Citron proceeded to tell her Eltra's request and his demands.

"You want me to send my Sky Beast to transport a dungeon and monsters such a distance? Hmm, I won't accept a weight limit over a thousand kilos. My pet has been feeling sick lately."

Citron swore inwardly. Sick? When in the world could any pesky virus take that colossus down? It was obviously a blatant lie, but he knew her well enough not to argue. She was a thousand times more stubborn than a mule.

"Fine!"

The deal done, the dungeon sighed. Now it was the time to find a dungeon to transport. Not him however. Citron wasn't willing to risk himself over the task. Unfortunately for him, none of the other dungeons were willing to comply either. The only choice left was.... His only son Protus (It was Sky's son as well lmao).

"But dad... Why?"

"Shut up and do it! You don't want to disappoint Eltra do you?"

"But why don't you go instead? You are the stronge-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET GOING!"

Having successfully enforcing his son to do the dirty work, the dungeon now needed to select a champion monster to accompany his son. Sure, Protus could make his own but it wouldn't be as good as Citron's work and would take a lot of time.

"Dad, let me bring Dretlk! He is my good frien-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP THAT GOLEM IS WEAK AS FUCK!"

That upset both the excited golem and Protus (yet again). Citron scanned his collection of champions that were left for far too long in the dust (no humans to fight for hundreds of years).

Huge wingless dragon... Giant four legged headless demon... Huge mimic... Mutated elephant... DAMMIT! These were all far too heavy! Angered, he punched the sleeping dragon in the face with a fist that sprouted from his walls, making it jump up in fright.

Great, now Protus would have no proper support. Citron was about to punch the cowering dragon once again, but he noticed something. The reptile had rolled away from the abuse, revealing a project that he had forgotten quite some time ago. It was small and gangly, not even a hundred kilos. It was the... Drats, he forgot its name. Citron deemed huge things cooler and had thus forgotten about the mushroom monster thing. He could still remember the days he and Sky made it together. Well, all the more the reason to "throw" it away then!

"Dad, what type of cool champion are you gonna give me? I want a drag-"

"Here!"

The ugly misshapen mushroom humanoid was tossed into and across the throne room where Protus stood, smacking him right in the orb and knocking him down. Shaking off the fall, Protus stood up and screeched in horror. Before him was a strange fungi monster thing with limbs that were even spindlier than those of a human. It had eyes popping out all over its cap as well, somewhat redundant due to the "seeing jewel" that was embedded on the center of its face.

"Why? This thing is so ugly and even weaker than the first monster I made!" Protus prepared to fling the mushroom back across the room as if it were a game of catch in anger, but the mushroom resisted the spell, it's eyes all fixing onto the attacker.

"Oh, uh...."

Before Protus could protest, the fungi kicked the orb off his pedestal, punting him so hard, he slammed through the walls of Citron that were in the way and flew out of the dungeon.

"Huh. Maybe I could make the mushroom kick him all the way to Wux instead, haha!" But no one was there to laugh at Citron's joke. Nor would they find it funny.

He exited his dungeon in the same manner as he did before, now having to look for his son. But Protus was nowhere in sight. Citron sighed, did he have to waste even more mana to scan for the "flyaway"? It was already bad enough that he had to waste fifty years worth of mana gathering for the crystal just to satisfy Sky's demands and scan the sky all over for her (wasting 2 years worth). Admittedly it wasn't that much considering that he had lived for thousands of years, but Citron was a complete miser.

WHOOOOOOSHHHHH!

The sound of howling winds (50x louder than hurricane winds) and the huge shadow looming above him interrupted his thoughts. He looked up, flabbergasted at the sight.

"Holy crap!"

The Sky Beast had grown to a horrific size, four times are large as when he last saw that monster. It was now the size of a freaking blue whale! Even its disproportionate head that was hundreds of times smaller than it's body was as tall as the average adult human. Citron could never get his head (orb) around how something that big could fly.

"A bit too enthusiastic are you?" The monster boomed in Sky's voice. "I just flew over your dungeon for a few seconds and the next thing I know, you send our son flying accurately towards me!"

Floating in mid-air was the screaming Protus, held in place by the Beast's magic.

"You are talking through the Beast?" Citron asked, surprised and envious. How much stronger had she grown to be able to directly control her minion thousands of kilometres away?

"Duh. More importantly, are you out of your mind? You want to risk the life of our son just for Entra's stupid quest?"

Citron couldn't see the expression of her face (orb) right now, but it was plain to hear from her voice (and the loud clicking of the Beast's mandibles) that she was enraged.

"It's not my fault! None of the other dungeons were willing to take the quest and the opponents are not even rank 15! Heck, a thousand of them wouldn't stand a chance against even this mushroom guy that I'm sending to help him!"

Citron lifted the squirming fungi humanoid into the air for Sky to see.

"Huh, isn't that the project we worked on two thousand years ago?" She paused, taking in the nostalgia. She then realised something with a jolt. "Wait, what the fuck? Are you just tossing everything we made together to me to throw away?"

It wasn't an unreasonable conclusion. The only things made by Sky (with Citron's help) left in the kingdom of Eltran were Protus and the Fungi Warrior. The rest were packed away by Sky when she took off or thrown away by Citron.

"Shut up, this wasn't intentional! It's your fault for setting a thousand kilo weight limit! Sick? Heck, I bet your Sky Beast could even lift a hundred thousand kilos!" He yelled, enraged.

"Hmph, I'm not in the mode to talk any longer. I'll take the reward and leave right away." Sky adverted the topic of the thousand kilo limit, not wanting to admit it was her fault. Her monster was stronger than Citron thought, able to carry even a million kilos but she just wanted to antagonise him due to their old grudge.

"Wait, let me find the crystal." Citron focused, scanning his dungeon "body" for the crystal storage location.

"Bah, too slow." Sky was a step faster, using her mana to rip out a mana crystal directly from his storage through the walls, destroying five rooms in the process.

"Bitch, how dare you!" Citron wasn't mad about the smashed rooms, he could fix them in a day. What made him mad was... "That's a fucking rank 35 crystal!"

Sky ignored him, taking off with Protus, the mushroom and the crystal. Citron slumped in defeat, retreating back "home".

"Ah, what a horrid day..." Citron moped.