“The heck?” I exclaimed. “Who’s there?!”

“About time you can hear us.” The voice was delivered with dispassionate professionalism, reminding me of a very sexy teacher with a pencil skirt.

I have no clue as to why women would wear those things. Not that I’m complaining...

“Aye-up, young Dungeon Core. I hae chosen ye to be my Master! My name is Lilith, and I’m yer Demon Sub-Core.” Said the same voice I’m imagining dressing like a sexy teacher in a cool, indifferent manner. Also British...

“Hey yo! The bloody name is Eve’ n this girl loves three things! Killing! Drinking! ‘n Fucking! I chose ya ta be my Master’ n I’m yah Dragon Sub-Core! Fahkin' fair dinkum mate."

Must be an Australian tomboy, ’cause no, there is no way that is a lady speaking.

“Now, master, we should chivvey up and build our defense now,” Lilith said in an austere way.

“Let paint the floor red with their blood!” Eve said with full vigor.

“Hold the fuck up!” I said to them. “You’re telling me that this world has a PVP system... I’m more of a PVE than a PVP type of player. Also, doesn’t this seem kind of...I don’t know...empty to be a Dungeon?” I asked.

“A what?” they both asked, confused.

“What? Don’t joke, Master. What kind of question is that? Did you hit your head when you died? This is your dungeon! Our Dungeon! We need to start building it before we all die!” Eve replied.

“Player vs. Player or more like Core vs. Core,” I said. “And what was that about dying? Do you mean..? Can I die twice?” I asked. “And stop speaking in slang!”

“Maybe your mind still hasn’t recovered from the years of hibernation?” Lilith said.

At least I can understand her now... I still love the British accent.

“Looks like our Master is still under some form of shock? I saw your final moments before you reincarnated. The lass with you was cute. The serial killer...not so much. Here, I’ll light up the place,” Eve said.

Eve began to glow as the white walls of the room slowly fell gradually. This dungeon looked to be new but old at the same time. This was most likely due to the rather basic materials that the Dungeon was made out of. Luckily, I played enough RPGs to get the gist of what was happening.

“Alright, pause!” I said. “What is that about a serial killer? Me? I think you got the wrong person... I’m Kuzco Adam, a thief-No a master thief! A guy who is a great lover, fashion icon, and… a great lover!” I said cheerily with my odd Latin accent gracing my phenomenon of a voice.

I always love talking about myself. I don’t remember meeting a serial killer at all.

The room became quiet after my declaration. “Que? Did I say something wrong?” I asked.

“Master Kuzco,” Lilith started, but I quickly put a stop to that.

“Well, that is certainly a fun way to pronounce Kuzco,” I praised. “But I would appreciate it if you would just say my name normally. Master, Kuzco does not have a romantic ring to it.”

Silence once again fell onto the two like a ton of bricks. The day started out good enough, but now it was getting pretty confusing. Is their Master crazy?

“Hola. Is anyone there?” I asked again. “You two are acting kinda funny. It’s rude to leave someone hanging.”

“We’re the ones acting funny?” Eve said, her orb blinkingly locked onto me. “You speaking like some guy out of a cheesy Spanish soap opera, which is very sexy by the way, lad, acting like you’re the best in the world, not letting us transform into our sexy selves. And you’re saying we’re acting funny?”

“You have sexy forms!?” I asked Eve. “Then transform away. As for the other thing, yes, that is the gist of it, sí,” I replied nonchalantly. “You keep pointing out the obvious, senorita. I’ve always been like this, or did you take a bad hit to the head and forget all about me? Since you two obviously know me, but I don’t know you.”

“Um... just for future reference, how about a quick refresher?” Lilith inquired.

“Of course, anything for the ladies,” I said. Because I don’t have a body, just visualize me doing this: I then whipped my head to the side and ran my lovely hands through glorious hair, assuming a flamboyant, striking pose as I did so. “Mi llamo Adam. Kuzco Adam. I am a lover and a fighter (no punchy), but most importantly, I am a lover .”

“You said lover twice,” Eve pointed out.

“It’s what I do best,” I said, smirking.

Speaking of which. Shooting a glance towards Eve - I would if I had eyes, but you get the idea. “Speaking of which, my beautiful dahlia, where are your forms? And how are you today?” I spoke in a tone that was sweet as honey fresh from the beehive.

“W-what?” Eve was taken aback by that. Uh, sudden attention towards her. This kind of attention usually wouldn’t bother her since he is her Master and she is a dragon, but by the way he spoke, and the way he called her his beautiful dahlia made her mind go blank. “Uh... um, I-I,” she sputtered dumbly. She’d always dreamed of her Master sweet-talking her like this, but now she was unsure of how to react to this peculiar situation. “I-I’m fine. You know how it is.”

“Well, I’m waiting?”

Soon the orbs began to glow.

“OMG! That’s brighter the sun!” I said. “You’re giving my eyes glaucoma!”

“Master, you don’t have eyes,” Lilith said flatly. “And you can’t give someone glaucoma.”

The light finally calmed down.

Why is the world darker now?

“Hey, hey, my master, you can open your eyes now,” Eve said with the attitude of a very peppy girl.

“Yes, master, take a look at us,” Lilith stoically said.

“What the heck!” I said in shock. Then I stopped. “Esperar, why does my voice not sound telepathy-like anymore?”

“You look so cute, master!” I turned my face to Eve.

Eve had become a voluptuous young woman with a slender figure. Her wavy, golden hair cropped short, reaching only the base of her nape. It was quite messy, giving it a somewhat spiky appearance. While it was mostly swept back, some bangs hung down her forehead, curving away from the face on either side. Eve had four dragon-like wings behind her back and a golden dragon tail with creamy skin. She’s wearing a very revealing bikini top, shorts with stockings, a denim jacket, and, finally, black shoes.

“Wow, Eve! You look very sexy and kinda whoreish...” I say slowly.

The blonde dragon girl just smiled at my comment. “Thanks! I’m so happy!”

Ok, I am ignoring that. I turn my head to see Lilith.

Lilith seemed to be of average height and weight, yet possessed an exceptionally large chest and a curvaceous hourglass figure. She had a pair of large black horns that grew from the side of her head and pointed upwards; on her forehead, there was a small circular symbol with a small dot on the inside surrounded by several dots around the top, gray eyes with a beauty mark located at the bottom of her left cheek, close to her lips. She had a midnight pixie cut, resembling a short bob-like hairstyle. She was wearing a revealing black leopard printed kimono that exposed plenty of cleavage; it was held in the middle by a thick pink ribbon. Her outfit was completed by dark black thigh-high socks that showed her heels and toes. Like Eve, Lilith also had four wings, but demon-like with an impish black tail.

“I have a body now!” No clue on why this is happening but I know what I must do. I took one look at Eve who flushed at my stare.

In an incredibly bold act that caught both girls off guard, cue silence for the third time today alone, I walked forward and tenderly kissed the back of Eve’s hand like a seasoned gentleman, causing the already-flustered girl to spout out more incoherent nonsense and her mind to overload.

But I didn’t stop there, oh no. I followed through and hungrily kissed along the length of her arm, uttering compliment after compliment in between kisses.

Eve was glad that he was only kissing her gloves because she was pretty sure she’d pass out from utter bliss if he was actually kissing her bare flesh.

“Did I ever tell you that your hair flows like the finest red velvet in the land? Men from all over the world would willingly throw themselves into great danger just to have a chance to run their fingers through your crimson locks, if only for a moment.”

Kiss.

Eve felt her muscles tense up upon the contact, but at the same time she was practically melting from his touch. She was frozen on the spot like a hollow glass statue, stoic, yet so frail, occasionally anxiously twitching her fingers within Kuzco’s firm grasp.

“Your vibrant, emerald eyes remind me of the vast ocean during the golden sunset. Serene, calming, breathtaking. Just a single look into your eyes can quell the rage of even the most impassioned creatures.”

Kiss.

Her heartbeat jumped a few paces, steadily quickening at an alarming rate. If it were going any faster it would’ve shot straight out of her chest and beaned her sister right on the head from across the table and knocked her unconscious.

“And your skin. It feels so soft. It’s almost like your entire being is enrobed in silk, artfully weaved into your perfect form by some of the greatest artisans the world has ever known!”

Kiss.

Eve’s body began to burn up. It was as if she was locked in a sweltering sauna while wearing a fur jacket in the middle of summer. Her breaths came out short and labored. She was being treated like an immortal goddess and by Gods, if this was his way of gaining her affections then she was extremely shocked as to why she hadn’t already jumped the boy and ravaged him with a barrage of her own kisses.

“What are you doing, my Master?!” Lilith asked, glaring at me with her glasses. “We need to focus on building the dungeon! Stop saying weird things and help us out!”

Cute

“As a Man Of Culture and a member of the Oppai Federation, I can’t just ignore your sister’s breasts, nor you-”

As the two angry waifu core landed a sidekick across my face, I deemed that it was probably time to start dungeon building after all.

Traps

You currently have zero traps.

Traps

Dungeon Point Cost

Monthly Mana Cost

Description

Pit-fall

5

1

A simple Pit Trap is a hole dug in the ground. The hole is covered by a large cloth anchored on the pit’s edge and camouflaged with dirt and debris.

Stone-fall

10

2

The most straightforward trap to construct, a stone-fall trap, is essentially stones suspended in the air and dropped on intruders when the trap is triggered.

Heated Steam

5

1

A heated trap that slows foes.

Teleport Doorway

50

10

Without a special key or password, no entry.

Poison Needles

10

2

When a creature steps on a hidden pressure plate, poison-tipped darts shoot from spring-loaded or pressurized tubes cleverly embedded in the surrounding walls. An area might include multiple pressure plates, each one rigged to its own set of darts.

Traps, I got this! As soon as I can feel my face.