The Orc stared at the naked woman in front of him and backed up slightly. If there was only one word you could use to describe this woman in front of him it would be beautiful and what a beauty she was, she was beautiful beyond belief. Her hair was as white as snow, her lips as red as blood, her eyes dyed a deep crimson, and her skin a sickly pale.

Yes, she was undoubtedly a beauty, and the Orc couldn’t help but think he’d never seen anyone more beautiful in his life, yet there was something off about her something about her felt uncanny, artificial. It was almost as if someone sculpted her body out of clay like some sort of doll.

And as the Orc’s gazed wandered from the woman in front of him the women in the back brazenly standing in the nude his large eyes widened in shock. He turned to one woman, and then another, and then another after that but the more he looked the more shocked he became as he couldn’t tell the difference between any of the women in the back.

Not only that but all the women in the back, every single one of them looks exactly like the woman standing in front of him. Their skin was that sickly pale, their hair that snow white, their lips that blood red and all their piercing eyes staring at him from afar were dyed a deep crimson.

And before he knew it the woman in front of him had already walked up to nearly a meter in front of him. He turned to look at her and asked, “Who are you…”

The woman however ignored him, “I’m asking the questions Orc, who are you? Those robes, why are you wearing them? Why are you here? What’s that old man doing?”

The Orc paused, and in his rough dry voice replied,“Ian”

“What?”

The Orc repeated, “The names Ian.”

The woman paused, “And the old man?”

“The wizard?”

“Who else would I be talking about!”

The Orc scratched his chin, and said hesitantly, “Dead”

The woman exclaimed,“Dead!?”

“Probably”

The woman suddenly burst out laughing, “Dead you say? I haven’t heard something as unfunny as that in years!”

Suddenly, the woman vanished and he felt a cold hand touch his shoulder. As he turned his neck to look at her he felt a sharp prick as the woman pressed her sharp fingernails against his thick green neck.

“Answer me, who are you, another one of his creations? Why did he send you down here, to toy with us? Answer me, and I might let you live”

The Orc sighed, and grabbed the woman's hand, “Look I can tell you’re pissed, I broke your door, and walked in on your…”

He turned to look at all the woman standing around naked and the bed and decided it was better not to ask, “Well you know. Anyway, I apologize, but I’ve already seen all of you naked. There’s nothing that can be done, so if we all think about this rationally…”

“What the hell are you going on about answer the question!”

The Orc turned his head, and laughed wearily, “Well I don’t really know what you want me to say.”

The woman clicked her tongue, “Useless, what was I expecting from an Orc”

With a flick of her wrist she somehow managed to shake off the Orc’s massive hand. Suddenly her sharp fingernails grew increasingly longer until they reached about a few inches in length before she stabbed out towards the Orc’s neck. It was clear that this was a very common practice for her as all of this was done in quick succession and with complete ease.

She didn’t even really need to think about doing this sort of thing, it was almost as if it was second nature to her. But as her fingernails touched the Orc’s thick neck her nails emitted a loud screeching sound as if metal were scraping against metal and her nails shattered.

The shrapnels flew everywhere at a shocking speed, and some of the fragments even dug into her own hand turning it into a bloodied mess. The woman’s face paled, and she darted back into the hallway grabbing a piece of the broken door from the ground and holding it up towards the Orc.

“You...what are you!?”

The Orc turned towards the woman and said, “You know I’d like to know that too, so what do you want me to say?”

The woman paused, she was admittedly at a loss for words. To most people it would be it would be weird if they didn’t know what they were, or who they were, but for someone like her, it was entirely possible. She turned to the Orc once more and said, “Fine that doesn’t matter, tell me what's that old man planning then. It doesn’t look like he put you on any sort of leash.”

“You’re talking about the old dude in the purple robes, and hat, right? The old man those people came earlier to visit that they kept calling the great wizard? Well, he’s dead, I’m pretty sure at least.”

The woman paused for a moment, “You swear on your life?”

“I swear on my life.”

The woman paused as if waiting for something, she sat down on the cold floor dropping the piece of the metal door to the side. She looked up at the ceiling her expression repeatedly changing from one of exhaustion to one of melancholy to one of relief before once again she burst into a hysterical fit of laughter.

“Ah, To think that bastard would die just like that, and to an Orc no less.”

The Orc scratched his head, “Thanks, I guess.”

“My bad, my bad. So what are you gonna do with us now?”

“Do with you?”

“You’re an Orc aren’t you?”

“Well…”, the Orc stared at his large green hands, and the stretched out robe covering his body, “yeah I suppose I am.”

The woman laughed, “You’re an odd one, I’ve never seen an Orc like you before.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Take it as you will, anyway I’m R-1A”

“What?”

“R-1A, my name or at the very least what that old man used to call me back when he was mass producing us?”

The Orc paused, “Mass producing?”

“Well, of course, no one would just build one Homunculus at a time.”

“Homunculus?”

R-1A scratched her head, “Do you know anything!? How the hell did you even kill that old man anyway.”

“Well, one way or another.”

R-1A scratched her head, “We’re getting nowhere like this! You!”

She pointed her bloodied finger towards the Orc, “You’re way too lackadaisical, you just killed one of the world’s strongest mages couldn’t you act like it?”

The Orc laughed wearily, “And what would that be like?”

R-1A stood up, “I don’t know, arrogant, pompous, haughty, rude, narcissistic, at the very least not like this. I’ve never met an Orc with so little energy in my life! Can’t you give me one clear answer for once in your life, oh wait you did, but can you stop answer me with maybes and I don’t knows.”

R-1A glared at the Ian, and began firing questions in quick succession, “Tell me what are you gonna do now? Are you going to take over the tower? Are going to become a King or maybe even a Demon King? Hell, you could probably become an Emperor! Are you going to take over the world? Are you gonna spread your seed everywhere? Are you going to make a harem filled with a thousand beauties? Are you going to bring peace to the world? Are you going to…”

Ian stood there speechless as he was berated with question after question, he couldn’t even answer any of these questions even if he wanted to R-1A just wasn’t stopping. It was like some switch was flipped inside of her that just made her keep on nagging and nagging.

“Um, R-1A”

R-1A turned to Ian yelled, “What!?”

“Can I call you something else? R-1A is a bit odd”

“Call me something like what?”

“How about Ria? R-1A sort of looks like Ria, after all, and it's a lot easier than saying R-1A.”

R-1A thought about it for a moment, “I don’t mind, my name wasn’t really that important in the first place whatever works for you. But you still haven’t answered any of my questions”

Ian laughed wearily, “Well that’s kind of hard when you don’t give me time to answer any of them”

“Ah,” Ria apologized, “My bad, well all those questions don’t really matter so why don’t you just tell me what you plan on doing with us?”

“Honestly I don’t know what you’re talking about, it’s not like you guys are slaves and I have no right to keep you here. If you wish to stay you can stay, after all, this tower wasn’t mine originally, and well if you wish to leave who am I to stop you?”

And once more R-1A, or rather Ria couldn’t help but laugh, “I can’t believe it, I can tell how sincere you but in the end that makes it all the more unbelievable”

Ian looked at Ria puzzled and then began walking down the hallway towards the stairs, “Well then I’ll be taking my leave.”

“Wait”

Ian paused and turned his head, “Yes?”

“So what are you going to do now?”

“I suppose I’ll walk around the tower, see what's around.”

“Will you live in the tower?”

“Most likely.”

“Have you formed a master-servant contract with the Tower Core?”

Ian turned around, “Tower Core?”

Ria sighed, “You never cease to amaze me you know. Well to put it in simple terms, first, do you know what a Dungeon is?”

“Sort of”

“Then are you aware that each Dungeon has a core?”

Ian shook his head. Ria continued, “Well then I’ll start there. Every Dungeon has a core which is essentially the Dungeons brain, it's in control of regulating the dungeon, spawning creatures, creating treasures, and structuring the dungeon itself. If someone can reach the dungeon’s core they can become a Dungeon Master and control the core to do their bidding.”

“This tower is no different from a dungeon, you can think of it as a man-made dungeon of sorts that's been raised above ground. That old bastard went and destroyed several dungeons and fused their core together to make this tower’s core and it’s thanks to this core that the Tower can even exist today. Because without the core...

R-1A vanished and reappeared at the other side of the room. She kicked the wall and with a loud boom, the wall crumbled into pieces and the wind came blowing in. She turned to Ian and continued

“The tower won’t be able to maintain simple functions such as it’s self-reinforcing mechanisms or it’s self-repair mechanisms. At most, the Tower can only maintain the lights, the temperature regulation, and its shape right now. If you want to live here you’re going to have to establish a contract with the tower’s core.”

“And where exactly is the core?

“It should be somewhere in the basement”

“And how do you expect us to get down ther-”

Ria suddenly vanished from where she was, and Ian felt a small hand grab his arm. With a quick kick from her legs, Ria flew all the way to the other side of the room pulling Ian’s large body and they flew the hole.

“We jump!”

Ian sighed, and then looked back up and he was surprised to find all the other women were jumping down one after another.

“Ria I’ve been meaning to ask, are they homunculuses too?”

Ria nodded her head, “It’s Homunculi, but yes they’re my daughters.”

“Daughters huh,” then Ian froze for a moment, and turned to Ria, “Wait, daughters!?”

“Yep, I think she was my first child,”, she pointed towards one of the girls falling down in the nude, though it was likely that she was just randomly pointing towards any one of the Homunculi.

“I had just repaired my body back then, and I came across this centaur. Most centaurs are rather level headed, and wise but this one was rather savage. Back then I was pretty weak, so I couldn’t beat him so instead, I used my charms and seduced him.”

“Eh, but she doesn’t look half-centaur.”

“Well naturally, I’m a Homunculus my reproductive system is only designed to produced Homunculi similar to me. It’s sort of how the Harpy race can only produce females, so they’ve developed the ability to reproduce with any race.Though she does some of a centaurs traits, for example, she should be a pretty good runner and I bet she’d be great with a bow.”

“Wait then all of these girls…”

Ria smiled seductively, “Yes, I’ve reproduced with most of the prominent species, centaurs, several other types of beastmen, Demons, Elves, Humans, Dwarves, and even male type Homunculi.”

“...”

“Oh, looks like we’re almost down.”

Ria used Ian's body to push herself forwards causing her land before everyone else. She quickly stood back up and caught Ian’s huge body with her two small hands leading to a rather peculiar sight. Looking at her Ian couldn’t help but say, “You’re amazing you know, you’re fine after falling from that height”

“Oh please, it’s not that high, nothing a little magic couldn’t fix.”

Soon enough all the other Homunculi landed safely on the ground, and they made their way to the tower. Ria looked around, “We landed on the wrong side it seems, well might as well make an entrance ourselves.”

Ria walked up to the tower’s wall and kicked causing the walls to cave in, “Come on”

Ian and her daughters followed her inside as she kicked her way through monsters, undead, beasts, traps, and walls. Ria would easily make quick work of anything in the way. As for her daughters, they’d pick up parts of the monsters remains and store them who knows where before catching back up.

Eventually, they reached the center of the tower, Ria looked around and spent about an hour probing the walls, the ceiling, and the floor while Ian sat there making small talk to Ria’s daughters.

Suddenly, Ria sent a powerful kick towards the floor, and a massive hole opened up.

“This should be it, come on.”

Ria jumped down, and Ian quickly followed her. The two even them fell down a fair bit before ending up in a hallway in front of two massive doors. Ian glanced at Ria momentarily before walking over and pushing the doors open.

The room inside was quite spacious, there were light blue luminescent stones on the walls illuminating the room and several lines on the floors the grew a bright blue. In the center was what looked like a massive glass globe several meters in diameter slowly spinning.

This globe was surrounded by several orbs attached to rails that slowly spun around the larger globe. Each orb rotated and orbited the centermost sphere at different speeds and they each emitted a faint light.

Suddenly a very mechanical voice echoed throughout the room, “Orc speaketh, are thou that which has slain mine master”

Ian nodded his head, and the voice continued, “Then dost thou wish to usurp the throne of the the High Palace and reign over all?”

Ian turned back towards Ria, and asked, “Throne of the High Palace?”

R-1A nodded, “This tower is commonly referred to the Wizard’s Tower, but from what I’ve heard a few years after it was created it was seen as a heretical object by nearly all faiths. After all, this tower is a recreation of a certain Artifact created by the ancients back in the Age of Gods, one that's long since been forgotten. This tower's purpose is to act as a bridge between the Mortal Realm and the Land of the Gods to usurp the throne of the High Palace, or essentially it’s a tower designed to fell the Gods.”

Ian turned back around and mumbled, “A tower designed to fell the Gods...”

The mechanical voice called out once more, “Answer us Orc!”

Ian shook his head, “I’m not interested, there’s no reason for me going around taking anyone's throne let alone the Gods.”

As Ian spoke the ground suddenly shook, and the mechanical voice spoke once more, “Then Orc, what does thou seeketh!”

Ian paused for a moment before saying, “Send me home?”

“Home? And where dost thou belong?”

“A world without magic, without Orcs, without dungeons, or towers, or wizards. Send me back to where I came from.”

The Tower Core paused, and in a solemn voice said, “Impossible.”

“You said you could grant any wish.”

“Indeed, we possess the means to bridge the worlds, but to find that which you seek is to search an endless sea of stars for a single speck of dust.”

“Is there no way?”

“None”

Ian sighed, “Fine, then let’s form a contract so I can live here. But I’m not going to usurp any throne okay.

“...”

“Am I clear?”

“Very well, we cannot survive without your presence, then so be it.

The Tower Core began to shine and a brilliant pillar of light appeared before Ian revealing a piece of paper and a quill pen. Ian walked up to the floating paper and pen and grabbed it, and clumsily wrote his name on the bottom.

“The contract is signed, ownership of the Tower has been passed on to you Orc. Master you need but speak, and it shall be done.”

Ian scratched his head, “Then can you do something about that way of speaking? It’s a bit weird.”

“Oh? Is my manner of speech not to your liking?”

“Could you perhaps be less formal?”

“Less formal? That can be arranged. I need merely access the network and pull data for a less formal manner of speech.”

The Tower paused for a minute, and the light being emitted from it dimmed slightly before returning to its original brightness.

“New form acquired”

Suddenly, another pillar of light appeared in front of Ian and a small little girl in a gothic lolita outfit appeared in front of Ian.

“Onii-chan is this better?”

“REJECTED!”