Infinite Monkeys Bending Reality

Infinite Monkeys Bending Reality

Damn, we were fucked.

Would firing my military grade 60kW laz0rs hurt that thing? Was it the time to sing "Only my railgun can shoot it"?

I had no idea. I didn't have either of those too. The massive three-headed Kaiju made out of tentacles was impossible to not look at. Its sheer size and movements were horrifying and mesmerizing at the same time. I had the same feeling when using Daydream but with the opposite effect. I felt insignificant but something anathema to the ginormous Infernale. The common types not (Common) seemed just like mutated Clive Barker / Junji Ito animals. But that? It defied logic. I bet many a man had lost his mind and sanity just by gazing into that.

That was some chthonic-eldritch-Lovecraftian shit right there.

I had to talk to Marshall. I knocked on his door by flinging pears out of a large slingshot. It didn't count as either a weapon or a trap because nobody working in that palace would be even bruised by a flying pear. The man quickly appeared.

"Hey, stop wasting good food!"

"They're with the caravan."

I was kind of freaking out at that point. A single book on programming would mean the world to me. One about computer O.S.? Either would save me months of research and development.

Some servants were watching from a corner of the building, staring at the ruined fruit.

"I'll do what you ask. Confiscate all books, take note of the former owner, and bring them to you. Right?"

"You're a Dungeon, you don't have hands. Though you were human once, right?"

Marshall let out a peal of dry laughter. "Right. It's a deal. Will you shake?" He reached out with his hand. I Replicated an armored Josselyn chassis and had her walk to shake his hand. "Neat trick." His smile never faltered.

He went back to his palace (now a real palace) and I shifted my focus back to my data center. My pen and paper data center.

With the improvements to my Control Attribute and Willpower, I added three more chimpanzees to each coding team. We were now tackling the Z-80 BIOS problem. It made no sense to start with something as complex as a 486. If I had a functional computer system, I could use it to code the next generation. Better yet, a subset of the Z80 instruction was compatible with the 8088 series of chips, including the 468. So I would port the BIOS and basic assembly easier from one system to another.

I kept a System window the circuit diagram for the Z80 processor and BIOS EPROM in front of me and directed the monkeys to write possible solutions. My focus was entirely on that task.

> For finding a bug in your code, Professor Donald Knuth gave you 8 Experience points.

[...] 12 similar messages were suppressed.

Another week passed and the caravan finally reached our gates. I had the monkeys drop the pencils and go to their resting zone but didn't call the next group.

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I shifted my focus and cast a beacon over the entire caravan. While I couldn't assimilate or replicate or spawn stuff near people, my perception was only blocked by wards. I took notice of the books in the caravan, mostly fiction, and then the warded lock boxes I couldn't peek inside.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Marshall himself came to greet these people. I noticed how he discreetly checked each warrior to see if they would be a problem or a challenge to him. This was a world where power ruled absolutely. The strong took what they wanted, and the weak, including those weak in the mind, had no choice but to submit. While he talked to the caravan leaders, I extended several thin glass tubes up. Then I had them connect to each other above the caravan, forming a glass ceiling. Reinforced by my Hardened Dungeon Walls Perk, it stood in place.

I couldn't change the ground near them but I could change the ground underneath the ground underneath them. I dug a hole forty feet deep underneath the remainder of the caravan, which now was only the merchants, nobles, and their guards.

But I wouldn't go with the "collapse the road under the caravan" plan. I had something much better in mind. I opened two ramps on the sides of the parked caravan. Elephants pushing tree pots on wheels climbed up, flanked by tigers and gorillas. A troop of monkeys wearing military uniforms filed between the larger animals and stood in front.

"What is this? Monsters?"

The guards prepared for battle.

Marshall raised his hands, "You are not inside my city. My hands are tied. These are Dungeon creatures. They are not allowed to attack you but they will fight back if you do."

The chimpanzees went straight for the warded lockboxes. Some went to take the books I could see inside crates or trunks.

"Hey, don't touch that!" A guard slashed a chimpanzee in half.

I had ten air raid sirens go off at once. The sound startled the people and chaos ensued. The guard who struck the chimpanzee had a sudden bout of weakness as his Attributes' efficiency rating dropped by 50% not half, but 50% less. The animals next to him went into a frenzy, doubling their combat efficiency. Two gorillas seized the man by the arms and pulled, ripping both limbs out of their sockets.

Chimpanzees ran away with their prizes. Tigers and gorillas fought guards and even with the combat bonuses, they were losing badly. It didn't matter. Throughout the day, we had over two hundred thousand people enter the city. Everyone in this caravan was inside my Dungeon. I had twelve underground floors, the training grounds. the farmland. the tree farm. All of these places were pumping Dungeon Mana into my Core at all times, at a rate of seven DM per second.

For every animal that died, another spawned and took its place. Chimpanzees sent crates and trunks sliding down the ramps Even those I hadn't marked. The pack animals, recognizing predators with their genetic memory, panicked. Most of them weren't latched to the vehicles and they ran away into the wilderness.

My animals hadn't killed anyone yet. The people they incapacitated were ignored because of a rule I set on Dungeon Automation. Every time an animal tried to deliver the killing blow, it was controlled and directed to fight elsewhere.

As the fight evolved, I reabsorbed corpses and abandoned wagons to recoup my Substance reserves. Marshall and his men stood stoically by the closed portcullis, watching the fight evolve. He would be forced to act if any of the refugees attempted to descend the ramps but the elephants stood behind defending the trees.

Phase two started. I sent Kodiak bears. Yeah, those fifteen-hundred-pound rays of sunshine and fury. Don't ask me why they count as plains animals. I bet they must have some grassland on their Alaskan island. The bears came from one side only. I had closed the ramp on the left, leaving only the elephants and trees outside.

"It's an endless horde!" A guard despaired.

I also started growing grass further behind the elephants on the left side. Predictably, the wounded and tired warriors retreated there, and when they walked on the grass, they activated my trap card!

Pacifying grass sapped their will to fight. What a wonderful combo. Peace of the Forest removed 50% of their Willpower efficiency, which to most of them was actually half of their Willpower. Then they had to contend with my Wisdom score and it was a wash. Warrior after warrior sat down and touched grass. Figurative and literally.

"Get back in the fight, you lazy bums!" One of the merchants tried to cajole his bodyguards to no effect. Unless these guys broke out of my spell, they were out of the fight for good.

And every warrior who put down his sword to rest on the grass was one less putting up a resistance against my animals. Soon, the remaining defenders were routed. That allowed my chimpanzees to steal, I mean, confiscate the remainder of the warded containers. When I confirmed nothing of interest remained in the caravans, I had my creatures withdraw. They fled down the ramp, and the elephants brought their trees with them. The ones on the left had to trample a few carts but hey, can't make an omelet...

The remaining warriors didn't go after the beasts. Some chimpanzees moved the ones incapacitated away or dragged my animal's corpses back and I reclaimed them.

Overall, it was a net profit for the guards. They earned some Experience, got a solid opportunity to develop their Skills, and I hadn't killed a single person. I got my books, the warded trunks and crates, and lock boxes, and a few other knickknacks the chimpanzees found interesting.

I dropped a pebble on Marshall's head. He snatched it without looking.

The Lord laughed. He told the people exactly that. Nobody came for their stuff.