(.....

Brother!)

"Ah.... yes, sorry about that. It's just that I'm so happy."

(No need to excuse yourself, your happiness is my happiness brother. )

"Hehe...

Right , so let me ask you something. Are you that..."

Kyle was very curious about what was happening and as anyone would do he asked or tried to ask. Imkala as if expecting what way going to be asked answered Kyle's question completely.

(Yes, that is the spiritual manifestation of my physical body.)

"Spiritual manifestation? What's that?"

(It is the manifestation of my soul. This place is not a real place on the real world, but a mind space governed by me for trading purposes between dungeons.

The only requirement is that you have to reach level 3.)

"Hmmm... this is so interesting. So you're saying that this is a place to trade, but why would you do that? Can't you by everything on the shop?"

(Yes but....

What followed was a long question-answer session with Kyle asking and Imkala answering without missing a beat. Of course Kyle avoided questions that reveled his situation. The less others knew about him the better.

(Do you have any more questions brother?)

"No, I think I'm good right now, but I didn't expect you to be so capable brother Imkala. "

(You flatter me brother. This much is to be expected by one of the ten original dungeons.)

The last statement made Kyle think about something he had just learned. The origin of dungeons.

'Ten original dungeons huh? If what he said was right, then more than 10000 years ago ten dungeon cores suddenly appeared on this world and were known as the ten original dungeons. These dungeons were the oldest, but were also the deepest ones, their depth unknown except the dungeons themselves.

This one dungeon before me is one of such dungeons, and as I see it , the craftiest one. It has managed to create a door into the interface all cores posses and added another option of its creation , Trading. It is a place where dungeons level 3 and above trade everything and anything , even things that can't be bought at the shop, for ex humans.

Maybe I can find a solution for my problem here.'

"Brother, can I ask you something?"

(Of course , as long it is within my possibilities I'll answer it. But it may also cost you a little.)

'Tsk, so the grace period is over huh? He is old and shrewd as expected . I hope it won't cost much.'

" Brother, recently I have captured a couple of trespassers on my dungeon and I've been thinking of a way to get information from them. I can torture them , but I'm afraid that they will lie to me so...

(Hmm, a capable brother indeed. To capture a dungeon diver is difficult , but it's also rewarding.)

"Rewarding?"

(Of course. As you may have noticed already, although in the Shop you can buy a lot of things there are a lot more things you can't buy. One such things is humans, elves and many other spawn of the New Gods.)

"New God's...

(It's going to cost you 10 CP for that information.)

"Maybe later. So, do you have any suggestions about this, brother?"

(Hmm...I guess you could by the 'Soul Search' skill on the shop, but I guess you can't buy it. If I'm correct you are still a level 3 dungeon and the skill costs 500 CP. There is also the 'Hypnosis' skill, but you have to have a body first. There is also...)

Kyle was learning so much right now that he finally felt like luck was smiling uppon him again. He felt like a man stranded in the hottest desert was finally given a cold glass of water, but then the water froze on his throat.

"Stop, stop...

(What is the matter?)

"Sorry, you're telling me so much, but I'm begging to lose track. What were you saying about having a body?"

(Ah, the body...

It's going to cost you 15 CP.)

".... you really make me look up to you brother. Fine, tell me!"

As he said that a light flew from one of the meatball creatures numerous eyes and into Kyle's conciousness.

(Right, the deal was made so will you pay the CP right now or will you pay in installments with a one CP increase per day?)

"..... right now will be fine."

Once again a light flew from Kyle and into the meatball creature and the deal was done. In return in Kyle's mind was flooded with information about his question.

' I understand now.

At level 5 a dungeon gets the ability to create another branch of itself and as the dungeons are nothing more than soul's they can easily transfer their conciousness. The conciousness can be transferred to many different kinds of bodies, human or otherwise. This ability is useful for when a dungeon core wants to fight himself as a Dungeon Boss or maybe even sneak and mingle with the outside world.'

"I get it now, but if those are things that I can't do then what is the solution? Don't tell me I'll have to level up to five?"

(Of course not, but the answer is not that hard. If you can't do it, get someone who can. What I'm saying is buying a monster.

Here is the list of monsters you can buy for your situation.)

A short list appeared in front of Kyle who couldn't help but be amazed over and over again today.

[Illusion Fairy

Dark Elf

Psychedelic Mushroom

Succubus ]

"Ohhh....ohhhhhhh....

.......

After 10 minutes Kyle had finished his shopping and was now waiting for it to be delivered.

'Come on, come on. Does teleportation have a lag?

Ahh... it's here.'

While he was worrying about the delay a black egg like the one that appeared when he summoned goblins materialized. The only difference between them was that this one was bigger, about human sized big.

*Crack Crack*

The black egg cracked little by little and finally after five seconds it completely shattered revealing it's contents. It was a white skinned humanoid.

"Master."

It bowed towards the core shinning light on her big white chest. It was almost like a dream to Kyle.

'So this is a succubus...

Kyle had seen an elf and even an beastkin before, but the succubus was so strikingly different. It had a human body and a human face, but that was about it. The pale white skin barely covered by black leather, the golden eyes, the sharp long nails and the one meter tail. It was so bizarre like a lizard's , with it being the diameter of an open palm at the base and then getting smaller and smaller until you reached the arrow tip shaped end.

"Master, is something wrong?"

'.....OK!'