Chapter 89 - Monke And The Second Event

Dungeon Resident Income:

Day 1: 9,887 DP, 4,898 EXP

Day 2: 9,887 DP, 4,898 EXP

Day 3: 9,887 DP, 4,898 EXP

Total: 29,661 DP, 14,694 EXP

DP: 38,420

Name: Jionni 

Age: 0 

Gender: Male 

Race: Gorilla 

Class: Tank   

Level: 14       

Exp: 3487 / 14000

HP: 7090 / 7090

MP: 2322 / 2322

Str: 78 = 223

Vit: 116 = 233

End: 81 = 186

Agi: 51 = 81

Dex: 56 = 101

Int: 47 = 162

Wis: 46 = 161

Cha: 35 = 45

Luc: 1 = 1

Over the span of two days – three if you count the day I was sent to the feast, back to my Dungeon, and then back again for the first event – I literally did nothing but train and resupply the monsters with new equipment.

Plus, it leveled up my [Blacksmithing] skill, so that's a plus.

[Blacksmithing] Lv. 4 -> Lv. 5

That wasn't the only skill I worked hard for.

[Canon Blow] Lv. 4 -> Lv. 5

[Rolling Thunder] Lv. 3 -> Lv. 4

[Lightning Manipulation] Lv. 2 -> Lv. 4

[Apprentice Mana Manipulation] Lv. 4 -> Lv.5 

This time, I focused on leveling [Lightning Manipulation] instead of [Canon Blow] and [Rolling Thunder]. The main reason is that I was trying to even out my [Fire Manipulation] and [Earth Manipulation].

I've only shown [Fire Manipulation] to the other Dungeon Masters, so I could keep [Earth Manipulation] and [Lightning Manipulation] as a hidden trump card.

While doing so, however, I also leveled up [Apprentice Mana Manipulation]. It's been a while since I've been able to level up that skill. In fact, I almost forgot about it.

I guess that's what happens when you can't level up for ten days.

It was also a testament as to how excruciating it would be to level up that particular skill, since I've been using Fire and Earth, as well as Lightning Manipulation, and it was only now that this skill leveled up.

Imagine what would happen if I was able to max this skill, and judging by the title [Apprentice] in the skill name, I would assume that there is a next rank for the skill.

Also, instead of gearing up my monsters with sub-par weapons and armor, I used DP to buy them state-of-the-art weaponry and defenses, as well as add more rooms to expand the total area of the monster city, and get more summonable primates.

Which costed me no less than fucking 35,000 DP…

DP: 38,420 -> 3,420

It hurts, you know, seeing that much DP go down to only about a tenth of its total value in a matter of seconds…

Also, with those rooms, as usual, I expanded the first-floor monster city, but on the second floor, instead of merging it with the rooms already generated, I made a new room and merged all five floors together, as well as changing them into an Acid theme.

If the skin invaders don't melt, then their weapons would probably degrade due to the corrosive substance in the air, if they are made of normal metals.

I have no idea if it would work on fantasy metals, or the harder metals, but you can see the point.

I also held a discussion with the others about the oncoming event, and to be prepared in case the next event would include my Dungeon, so the production of the city-building was increased three-fold, with most, if not all monsters, even those from the second floor since I don't usually call upon them to help with the first-floor construction because I was letting them build resistance towards their harsh areas.

The training was also intensified, and the monsters that were once normal, run-of-the-mill monsters that only knew how to swing, cut, chase, and rape – even if I didn't condone the last one – now know how to form formations, use some kind of fighting technique, even if they are a bit crappy, and make tactical decisions on the spot…

That last one's an exaggeration, but hey, at least they're learning.

And now, two days later, I am here back in the Dungeon Core room waiting for the start of the second event.

"Papa… You going to be… Okay…?" Domino tilted her head worryingly as she gazed upon my figure. I had to force my body to stop trembling a few minutes ago, ever since Domino found me after playing some games back in the Monke house (I'm calling it that).

'No… I am not going to be daijoubu… Hell, everything is not daijoubu…' I mentally screamed as I thought about going up against a dragon the moment I landed in the arena. 'Fuck RNG! I need some RNGesus if I want to survive this and reach the top 300…'

"Yes, I'm alright." Contrary to my thoughts, I had to show a strong front to Domino so she could stop worrying about me. "I'll win this, and come back home to my Dungeon, to you. That's a promise."

Domino stared at me before she nodded and glomped me with her tiny body. While she was doing that, though, I had an internal crisis, a huge one at that.

'FUCKING HELL!!! I MADE A FUCKING DEATH FLAG!!! I AM SO FUCKED!!! I'M SO BONED!!!'

It wasn't long until I once again felt my body deconstructing and reconstructing as I felt Domino's warm touch fade away into nothingness. Even as the pain went on, one phrase kept on ringing in my mind.

'I'M SO BONED!!!'

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~ Third Person POV ~

Here he was, Kazanpan. After running from that damned town full of ingrates and idiots, he finally found a safe haven where he could rest for about a few days and be off once more to where the wind would take him.

Oh, how wrong he was.

'I'm getting a feeling of some massive Deja vu here…' The robed man sighed internally as he found himself once more surrounded by guards, calling him a heretic and wanting to capture him just because he didn't conform to their religion.

"This again… This is, what, the second time this week?" The man asked no one in particular, but just hearing him speak gave the guards an aneurysm.

"Seize the heretic! Cut off his tongue and make sure he never speaks again!" The guards yelled as they charged towards the unarmed man, fully intent on decapitating him if capture was not an option.

"Great… More idiots…" The man facepalmed and quickly activated his weapons.

[Skirmish Mode Activated]

[Deploying Gauntlets of Sharok]

It wasn't long until the once crowded streets became littered with blood and corpses of the fanatic guards, the single man nowhere to be seen among the brutality.

"Now, what was that about a Dungeon nearby?" The man wondered aloud, his eyes gazing upon the massacre he had conducted from atop a nearby building. 'They said that there was a Dungeon here with an intelligent Dungeon Master… Why not pay him a visit and make a deal… I'm sick of fighting…'

The man slowly made his way out of the town and into the forest.. His destination was a Dungeon where he could drown his worries away.