"The fuck did you say, a Dungeon!?"
"Yep, and it's pretty close by. Near limestone quarry number 3, one of the lads fell into what seemed to be an innocent hole, but turned out to be a Tier-5 Grassland Dungeon. Though these are pretty common here, one that is of a high tier is rare, perhaps even mythical in ranking."
"How on Earadun is a Dungeon here, and this close to our base!?"
"Kid, I've told you many times, and I'll tell you again: it's since you bought this piece of cursed land. I mean, have you seen a permanent settlement within a 200 km radius of the Eroslam Kingdom!? You have no one but yourself to blame for getting us into this shithole of a mess!"
Lowering his head in shame, Duncan had no choice but to take the blame, for he was warned repeatedly not to buy the land here. But nooo, cause it was only worth around 1 GC per hectare, he bought around 15 km^2 worth of land for around 15 GC. He thought he made a steal, but did not realise he had dug his own grave, and willingly jumped into it. Damn that son of a bitch! If I find him alive the next time we meet, he'll see why roses are red...
Clearing his throat, Duncan continued on. "Well, seems like we need to readdress our situation. Seems to me that before we can continue our quarry, we need to conquer and destroy the Dunge–"
"No need, I've already done it. And I've got to say, instead of destroying the Dungeon core, we can keep it and tame it to our use..."
"Why?"
Titus leaned back in his chair, his thoughts wandering back to when first entered the Dungeon.
"Well..."
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After smacking what appeared to be a Skeleboy, Titus frowned with unease. They did not seem to be the regular kind, for instead of sporting the usual bone sword or bow and arrow, it was seen wielding a very very, very primitive laser gun. Though it could not pierce his near indestructible body (thanks to the Body of the Broken One), the same could not be said for the men who were caught in the initial crossfire.
Though many had parts of their body singed from the intense fire (some even losing parts of their body), thank Administrator there were no casualties. Still, he could not help but be concerned, for despite being one of the hardiest races in the planet, they are not transhuman...
Unlike him
Giving them a slight warning to it go in, he ventured forth, wielding nothing except his combat knife and a rations to sustain himself
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Shwick...
As he decapitated for the umpteenth time what appeared to be a some sort of a tier-3 Grassland Wolf, he could not help but frown at the beasts miserable sight.
Part nof the body had been altered, in this case one of its eyes having been replaced with artificial lens and its two front legs with sharp blades. Seeing this made Titus glad that he was the first one to properly enter the Dungeon. Who knows what would have happened if the workers had forged in regardless, or worse, a Dungeon Stampede occured...
Shaking his head from unnecessary thoughts, he continued his journey. Damn thing should not be too high of a level, I'd say around five floors. The sooner I get to the core, the sooner I can neutralise the damn Dungeon...
Titus planned to inform tne group on what to do with the Dungeon, for the drops it provides are quite valuable, easily fetching hundreds of gold coins if condition are right. Things especially important since they have barley managed to break-even, and if they wanted to forget on with their mission, they needed more money for their projects.
But what concerned him the most were the signs of biological modification done on the wolves. These were not down by the Demons, for their creations had more finesse. No, they were more brutal, more chaotic in nature.
Brother, what have you done...