Pov: Oublivant

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Personal Info

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Name:

None(N/A)

Title(s):

Oublivant Cave, Crafter of Abominations, Abomination, Corpse Crafter

Race:

Dungeon

Subrace:

Necrotic Core

Rank:

F+

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Class:

a*N/#

Job(s):

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -, Corpse Crafter

Level:

Unleveled (N/A)

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Status:

Severely Damaged, Resistance Lowered, NULL_TYPE0010/ERROR’_UNREGISTERED, Crippled Mana Regeneration, Warped Pain

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Spells

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Core Spells (Necrotic):

Create Basic Undead Minion (F), Raise Basic Undead (D-), Necrophagia (B+)

Racial Abilities (Dungeon):

Assimilate Object (F+), Assign Champion (D), Dungeon’s Hollow Earth (D) Minor Project Consciousness (B+). Matter Crafting (B+)

Personal Spells:

Anatomical Knowledge (D), Unsettling Aura (D-), Functioning Monster (D)

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Core States (Necrotic)

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Mana Capacity:

Average (C)

Mana Regeneration:

Nothing (F-)

Resistance:

Absolutely Fragile (F-)

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Dungeon Stats

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Floor:

1

Type:

Pitiful Cave (Underground)

Mana Density:

Absolutely Minimal (F-)

Min. Count:

2

Champions:

Whitters (Skeleton)

I felt at my MANA, satisfied with my progress. I was now almost completely full. The gratheer weasel had made it go quite fast. As I expected, it was very good at gathering.

[Minor Project Consciousness]

I tore my self away from my body, and rose out of my pit. The small clearing had expanded a distance, turning a 50 foot sphere of around the hole barren. All of the greens had been torn up, and we'd even begun to tear the greens off the brown staffs. The weasel could grab quite high up them.

No other weasels had come to attack us, to my disappointment. I could use more gratheer weasels.

I watched the weasel tear at a tree with its intestines. I'd learned that that was what they were called after my most recent update. It was a good feeling, knowing things. I wanted to know more things.

That could come later, though. For now, I went back to my crystal and continued to use [Dungeon's Hollow Earth] to carve out a tunnel into the back wall and into the earth.

I'd begun feeling that it was a bad idea to have a hole over me. Who knew what could fall in? It was definitely unpleasant to let those falling things hurt me. I was apparently very fragile. That's why I had begun boring a hole into the stone. I was going to move my core down into it and away from the opening.

At this point, a 20-foot hole had been made. It was gradual process, but I would get it done. After every little bit of tunneling I'd move my core with [Matter Crafting], which was slow, but it let me move all of myself down the tunnel. After that, I'd have to wait to get my MANA back up again using the greens that Whitters and the weasel gave me.

It was boring, slow and boring. That's why I watched Whitters and the weasel, like just now. They were doing boring things too, but it was less boring.

I watched as the stone wall fell away. Notifications continued to enter my vision.

[Notice:]

[Added 1kg Stone.]

[...]

[Added 1kg Stone.]

[...]

[Added 1kg Stone.]

My storage continued to be filled, with no end in sight. Was it infinite? Where did it go? I was curious, but had no way to know. That was frustrating.

A little over an 50 minutes passed, and I had just about finished my 30-foot hole.

[Notice:]

[Affinity with (Dungeon's Hollow Earth) increased. Upgrading....]

Something... inside me started to change. I could feel it. It wasn't a bad change, thankfully. It felt... warm. I was growing.

[(Dungeon's Hollow Earth)'s grade increased to D+]

That was nice. I felt the stone lurch and my MANA start to drain faster. It was working much better, now, as stone fell away faster.

[Notice:]

[Added 1kg Stone.]

[Added 1kg Stone.]

[Added 1kg Stone.]

The rest of the work went by fast. 30 feet turned into 35ft and 40ft within 30 minutes. My core didn't move any quicker, but I had a place to put it, now. I carved out a little hole in the rock at the end of the tunnel, that was roughly my shape. I embedded myself into it and felt quite nicely. It'd taken so long just to get this much done, but accomplished it was.

More greens were added to my MANA storage as the weasel dropped another load into my cave. It helped regenerate everything that I'd just used, to my pleasure.

I decided that I needed to be able to defend myself. The easiest way to do that was to add more skeletons, as they were apparently called, to my dungeon. I wondered briefly who was around that could call it a skeleton. Someone had to name it, right? So... I wasn't alone in thinking... I absorbed that thought, before returning to my previous one.

Skeletons. I needed them, and lots of them.

[Create Basic Undead Minion]

[Create Basic Undead Minion]

Oh, that was surprising. These weren't skeletons. They were both... fleshy. Two corpses rose from the ground, looking like my weasel, but not. They stood on two legs. One was tall and lean, but slouched over and seemed like it'd shamble just like my skeleton. Four rotting eyes would have probably stared back at me if it was alive, and its limbs all touched the ground, including its two arms. Everything else was too rotten for me to make sense of. The other was thin and squat. It was covered in... scales, something told me. It had four arms, this one, and a bunch of sharp teeth, much sharper than the weasel. It had... a large, pointed head and snout, unlike the others I had.

[Notice:]

[Minion Update: Shambling Corpse(s) added (2)]

I watched them shift back and forth. They'd have to climb like Whitters. Wait... that seemed bad. What if they fell? Whitters didn't die, but they might. That would be bad. I turned to the hole in the ceiling and then began carving out rock again, in a spiral around the shaft. They'd have a place to walk up. That was far more convenient than hoping they didn't fall. Unfortunately, however, it was slow progress. It took much longer to do this than my shaft did. They'd have to wait for me to finish, to my disappointment. They were useless right now... Maybe I needed something so they could break rock too? Well, that could come later. I needed to focus my attention on this.

The spiral grew and grew up to the surface, before it broke into the light again and widened the entrance. Go, my shamblers! I cackled in my mind. Yes, I was getting better! Ahahaha. I reeled myself back in quickly and watched as the shamblers walked their way to the surface. When they disappeared outside of the hole, I felt quite satisfied. Now I would be getting more MANA, which meant that I could do more, and then grow quicker. I liked when things went well.

As if to rue me, the moment I thought that, my whole body trembled and rumbled with a mix of fear and anger. The overwhelming, unfamiliar emotions seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. My mind was ripped out of my body without my consent, and it traveled all the way to the surface. My attention focused itself on an unfamiliar pair of eyes on a small. 2 ft tall creature standing on two legs. The fur-covered feline was watching my undead, and then darted away into the bushes again before I could order my undead to catch it. Drat.

Soon after, my discomfort faded, and I was let wonder why I felt that way. Clearly, the cat was my enemy, but why? I didn't understand why it was my enemy, since I'd never seen it before. I ruminated on that. They'd watched me and left, so clearly that was a good sign that it meant no harm.... or, at least, couldn't harm me. Just in case, though, I decided to get to work on making myself more defendable.

More tunnels, more zombies, and I was already thinking about traps. I didn't want to destroy the corpses... but I guess a huge amount of rock destroying their corpse wasn't something terrible to me if I stayed safe. Or, maybe a pit. A pitfall was good as well. It wouldn't destroy their corpse, and it trapped them for my minions to kill. Ha. Great! I immediately got to work carving out a pit in my tunnel, brainstorming how to hide it, and yet still make it work. Greens? Yes, greens would hide it... but I had a feeling that the greens would look out of place, so it wasn't perfect... Grey greens would work, then. Grey greens and brown shafts.

The next load came a few minutes later and I immediate got to work covering my pit. [Matter Crafting] worked wonders to make the leaves look like the rock floor. Oh, when that creature came back it would be surprised. I giggled inside at the thought.

Next I focused on carving out my tunnel again. I didn't want anything thrown at me. I hadn't seen it yet, but it seemed pretty basic, to me. I was fragile, so if something was thrown at me, I might die. I carved my tunnel to the right, creating a curve in the path where I'd hide myself from their sight. After that, more traps would come. Like a hole in the ceiling where the rock would come out and smash them, or a place for a bunch of zombies to hide and jump out at them. Ha. HAHA. Hee. Something about that thought just made me so giddy. I didn't know why, but I wanted to be giddy more despite that. Giddy I would definitely be... or maybe, if they didn't come back. Oddly, I was hoping they would. Maybe my anger didn't go away? Oh, who knew?

Anyway, back to carving. I loosened rock around the shaft, so anyone coming down stepping in the wrong place may fall. Of course, because I knew where the loose parts were, I could tell my minions. I put brown shafts at the bottom and made them sharp, to stab the falling people, but still left room around them to walk.

My MANA was starting to run low after just this much, but I knew I had to continue, so I kept going. The hiding place came next. I carved out parts in the cave walls, the size of my shamblers, where they could hide and pop out. I made more of them than there were shamblers, to intimidate my enemy. They would be outnumbered much more than they think, after all. A pang hit me.

[WARNING:]

[MANA DANGEROUSLY LOW. CONTINUED USAGE MAY RESULT IN LIFEFORCE BEING USED.]

Oh... I guess that was my cue to end. Fine then, I'd wait for more greens so I could continue, and then my cave would be perfect!

My cackles echoed in my mind as I brainstormed more and more things to defend myself with. I would have lots of glee in the future if my enemy ever came back. I wasn't really worried. I had so much more undead than them, and they were tiny. What could they really do?