Perhaps the best part of Seth and Quiss walking past a grinning Fran, newly respawned, was seeing Ruli blinking at them as she returned from her Paradise snooze.

“Delta’s being invaded by nerds,” she announced and slung her new sword over her shoulder. Delta had heard her call it Magma. It was an awesome-looking sword but it was also a bit… edgy for her.

Delta snorted at Ruli’s words and her own little joke. Ruli shot her general direction a smirk. Away from her Core but having her own Mana to push out Delta’s out gradually, Ruli wasn’t able to see her anywhere near as clearly as before. It was a shame, but it just made aiming for the fourth floor a goal in the long term.

Delta was beginning to wonder if the tenth floor would give her a proper sense of taste? Sure she got impressions from things she devoured—Gutrots still made her stomach curl up— but it wasn’t the same as eating.

“Ah, fair… milk lady of the forest!” Seth announced, speaking as if his tongue didn’t quite work. Delta stared as Ruli ignored the words and waved. Quiss gave her a long look.

“What have you been doing?” he asked with outright suspicion. Ruli walked past and clapped his shoulder hard.

“Fought an underground fortress of the unliving and ghouls on Delta’s third floor. I think I found whatever it is my Ma and her friends are ignoring,” she explained and Quiss looked at the sword for a long moment. Ruli shrugged.

“Someone chucked it at me. By ancient laws of… the Gnomes, it’s mine now,” Ruli said quickly. Quiss and Seth shared a look.

“Gnomes actually have very detailed and finicky laws-” Quiss started and Ruli blew a raspberry at him.

“Again, I declare you… nerds!” she waved him off and nodded to Seth.

“You look like a mess, what did you do?” she asked confused. Seth touched his pale arm.

“I locked my passion with Ser Fran. He pierced me andI him…” Seth said proudly. Ruli gave him a long look, smacked her lips, and walked to the bar without a word. Seth turned to Quiss.

“I… announced myself wrong?” he asked. Delta was both baffled and pink at Seth’s words.

Delta had Fran come to the door before the two men went down to the second floor. She used him as a mouthpiece to his amusement. It had been a while since he’d had that task.

“Seth, why are you speaking like an idiot to everyone else? Ruli thinks me and you engaged in far more than passionate combat,” Fran asked. Seth blinked then he looked a little horrified at his own words.

Quiss blinked wildly and smacked himself.

“Of course… Dungeon Translation. This would have saved me so much damn time,” he muttered to himself.

Quiss cleared his throat.

“Delta… this may be rude and potentially risking your wrath but I am a blunt man. You don’t have ears or a mouth,” he stated. Delta touched her Avatar’s ears and frowned.

Well, sure they were made of Mana too thin to be heard but she had them.

“You do not have an ear canal or nerves or a tongue to speak. Everything you do is through Mana. Sound and other stimuli are casually absorbed and translated in real time by your Dungeon,” Seth spoke up and his tone went oddly distracted. Quiss looked pained.

“He’s lecturing again,” he said faintly. Seth paced the small corridor.

“Words are essentially noises given meaning. It’s symbolic but your Dungeon can use those small hints of humanity and intent to make sense of them. Mana is easily influenced by memories, elements, power, and intent. As a Dungeon you take all these things and use them to grow!” Seth went on. Delta was panicking because she didn’t have a notebook or pen to write this down.

Was there going to be a test?!

Delta didn’t perform well under test conditions. She… blanked.

“So as a Dungeon who is friendly and lovely as a rose, your ability to be a universal translator to current affairs or read lost texts and ancient tomes would be amazing!” Seth beamed. Quiss began to push him towards the stairs.

“Stop flirting and get moving. I swear you will end up in someone’s bed if I leave you alone for too long. You already got intimate with a Dungeon boss… let’s not have you humping the walls,” Quiss grumbled.

Fran blinked slowly.

“My heart belongs to the fight and my job,” he called after them, as if trying to make sure his intent was not misunderstood.

Delta gave his head a firm pat.

“I believe you,” she said solemnly.

Fran didn’t look amused.


Seth watched as stone became wood.

The smell of damp earth and caves was swiftly replaced by the scent of the wild world of life.

Quiss pushed open the room that hosted the stairs leading back up and the view it revealed actually took Seth’s breath away.

It was a whole new world. Towering trees were crowned by a veil of mist, soft… actual light floated through the peaceful scenery to make a dazzling first impression. Seth closed his eyes and heard birds singing songs, things moving in the underbrush.

This jungle, this cradle of life was simplistic but rich. He took a few steps forward and he felt more pure water… he could hear the distant song of a waterfall nearby. Fran, the bar, even Lord Mushy had been fantastic but this?

This spoke to Seth.

Quiss looked unimpressed. This was Quiss’ ‘nose down and slow blink’ unimpressed. That meant he had seen this before rather than just didn’t like it. Growing up together with vastly different cultures and languages—which neither were willing to learn out of some childish triviality at the time—taught Seth more about Quiss than words could ever really reach.

Sure, they could talk in Magic but that was dangerous.


The general path forward was clear and Seth decided to stroll rather than rush on. Quiss seemed to be fine with it. Really, alone like this, it was always quiet between them. They simply just didn’t need the noise.

If they talked too much... that would echo into the hole where their teacher once was... how she would blab on, in both their languages and others Seth hadn’t ever heard of.

The trees that Seth could see looked to be off-shoots of the trees outside but greatly mutated and enlarged. He wondered what a proper Lumberjack class could make with that wood? Sell the treated plants or blocks to blacksmiths or other crafting jobs, what wondrous creations would be brought forth?

There were a few other trees, but they were unknown to Seth. Unless it had ten thousand uses in common potions or made good tea, Seth’s education on green things was actually lacking. He would have to visit that nice Druid woman, Dabberghast, for her opinion… bring her to the Dungeon for easy translation.

The idea of an actual universal translator tickled Seth fancy. Imagine the sheer joys of learning between two very different people or creatures if they could bridge any language or use of noise that counted as talking!

Could the Dungeon understand animals?

Seth was curious to know but not enough to speak… to ruin the sheer serene feeling he had walking under the thin shadows of the towering trees. The artificial sun above was peeking through and making his skin feel warm but the heat was just slightly more than a warm day and was actually quite nice.

Fighting with Fran… earning his way here was worth it.

Seth had found somewhere that had clear signs of someone having no idea what they were doing… the mismash of trees, blooming flowers in the shade root plants exposed… utter lack of proper insects that would be found normally… oddly placed benches that Seth stopped to test out.

It was a little chaotic but the sheer joy and effort Delta had put into this place shone clearer than any biological or ecological mistake. This jungle was imagination and it was pure.

The bench was nice too, just firm enough but not too solid to make it uncomfortable. Delta had gotten the curve of the seat just right. What a gal. Quiss looked up at the giant trees, with a small frown. Seth knew what he was thinking about.

Hard not to know when it sometimes plagued Seth as well. Memories. But after a while Quiss relaxed on the bench and his hands unclenched. He pulled out a flask and took a light sip. Seth actually rolled his eyes and then accepted the flask when it was offered. He blinked as the scent hit his nose.

It wasn’t booze, it was tea. Seth stared down at the flask.

That exact kind of tea was- He sipped it and said nothing.

Seth didn’t have to say anything about the why. The taste hit the back of his throat and he gagged.

“Like behind of deathcow,” he shivered. Quiss nodded.

“Just the way she liked it,” he grinned and took another sip himself and grimaced. Seth mulled it over.

She meant… Deson. Liked… Saert

Seth nodded with a small smile once he made sure he got what Quiss said. One day he'd get this language thing but at the same time, Seth also never wanted to learn.

Their habits… their way of interacting was how they had always been. Seth was stupidly worried if he learned Quiss’ language… things might change between them. Funny how the little things could get to Seth.

A little orange bird landed on the armrest of the bench and the two men looked at it.

It was a squat little thing with a puffed up head crest and little round eyes. It was bright orange and looked like it had no idea that cute things like itself would have many predators.

Then it spoke.

“You got beaten by Fran so badly, you and a whole other person got benched!” the bird chirped. Quiss looked confused as the bird was speaking to Seth and in Seth’s language.

Seth’s mouth dropped open and he watched the bird look mighty pleased with itself.

“You speak! How interesting!” Seth leaned down until he was eye to eye with the ball of feathers.

“I speak to break the ice,” the bird peered at Seth’s newly healed arm which had indeed still felt massively cold from his dangerous use of the element.

Quiss mumbled something and licked his lips at the bird. Well, it did look like it would be a nice cooked piece of bird but Seth was aghast Quiss would eat something so cute.

“You are just too damn cute to even eat!” Seth announced. The bird tilted his head.

“That’s taking roasting to a whole new level! But what do you expect from a fire mage? I’m Inchy! I am part one of your tour guide!” the bird chirped. A shadow loomed over Seth and he looked up to the pale form of a gangly man with beady black eyes and a thin painted smile.

“…Hello?” Seth offered.

The man bent down slowly and the hair prickled on Seth’s skin as the mime squeezed Seth’s nose and a honking noise sounded out.

“This is part A! That’s Renny, a real chatterbox! He’s started making noise. Before he was kinda a quiet fellow!” Inchy the bird announced. Quiss stared regretfully at his flask and Seth stood, offering his hand to the odd creature.

Mimes and jungles weren’t exactly connected but maybe this was a wild tribe of mimes or something? Delta could be a bit weird like that.

The creature, Renny, shook it and everyone turned to Quiss.

“Touch me and regret it. I’m hungover,” he snapped.

Oh! Seth knew those words! Quiss had said them a lot over the years.

The bird tilted his head and said something to the man.

Quiss eyed the bird and reached slowly for it with fire appearing on his hand. Renny neatly picked Inchy up and stuffed him under that odd jester hat he had.

“So, you’re our guide? Where shall we go first? I’m very eager to see more!” Seth beamed. The Mime looked at him and the thin smile painted on the pale face split, and opening like a demonic egg, revealing rows of serrated black teeth. The Mime held out a hand as if to offer Seth a whimsical hand held tour.

Under the hat, the bird’s muffled tones could be heard.

“Renny asks if you trust him?” he was informed. Seth shared a look with Quiss but the man was downing a second flask that had he pulled from his boot.

Seth turned back and hesitantly took the offered hand.

“…Yes?” he replied. Seth hoped Delta hadn’t lured him into a trap by using an entire level to make him think she was nice and good.

That just would suck.

Renny nodded and the smile vanished. Loud steps sounded from the trees. Everything shook. Something very big was approaching.

“Then Renny shall take you on a magic pet ride! It has the best views and only smells a little! Lots of monkeying about to get a ticket though, so feel lucky!” Inchy cheered.

Seth didn’t feel lucky. He felt… small.

The trees parted and a monster that did belong in the jungle appeared.

It wore a little hat with a tassle and a simple banner-like jacket that read ‘Renny’s magical pet ride. Wilhelm has eaten ‘0’ people in the last 24 hours!’

Seth blinked then he felt excited, this was fun! He took a step forward and Quiss dragged him back.

“No thank you! We’ll risk the bugs and the pissed off tiny bugs,” Quiss called and Seth reached for the magic monkey ride as he was dragged away.

But... his fun!


Renny watched the two guests turn the bend in the trees and vanished. He looked to Delta who was comforting a let down Wilhelm.

He looked at her. Questioning if he should follow.

“Ah I guess so. I mean I’m worried Quiss is going to set fire to the jungle or give me more ducks… Waddles is awesome but I hate to become predictable by having the same thing on every floor!” Delta announced. Renny looked around at the growing mushrooms and decided not to say anything.

“Their gooses are cooked! Their ducks are fu-” Inchy was prodded by Renny and chirped in annoyance.

Renny took off and listened to Delta explain to Wilhelm how the circus was soon to be much better. That cheered the creature and Renny up. This wouldn’t be so bad. The pretty one seemed pleasant and Quiss was… well… he could leave tiny thimbles of beer to lure the man to where Renny wanted him to go.

This should be fun… and definitely not that hard-


Quiss pulled his staff from his large coat, space magic making sure his rod was not on display to the public. Seth knew Quiss had a large staff but seeing it always made Seth hold his own wand with a little uncertainty.

Power or control… girth or grace? Seth had no idea what truly was better.

“A challenge! See, Seth? The Frog wants me to actually be rowdy,” Quiss rambled on and took more swigs of his flask. The giant actual frog man loomed on the far side of this amazingly large bridge that looked like nature herself had grown it over the deep ravine below.

“I think….Hoppyman will let us… dance pass if we do not… aim our rods at him!” Seth tried to calm his friend down.

“I’ll point my rod at whoever gets in my way! I am a wizard and I put a lot of work into getting a rod this powerful! What’s the point of not shoving it in people’s faces after all that work?” Quiss scowled.

Seth gave him a flat look.

“You did worked little. You jumped into pit of fire and walked out holding rod! Not work! Idiot!” Seth reminded. Quiss sniffed

“An idiot with a big hot rod. Now excuse me, Seth. I am going to do mortal combat with my new arch rival, a giant frog with a bigger stick than me, but clearly mine is magical and better,” he stomped off.

The giant frog leveled his log shaped weapon and walked forward at the same time as Quiss.

Seth covered his eyes and waited.


Delta was yanking on her shirt collar and blowing out hot air, her cheeks flaming orange.

“They can’t be saying those… things in public! What if Deo was around! WHAT IF KEMY WAS AROUND?!” Delta yelled and pointed to Giant.

“He needs a cold shower!” she ordered.


Quiss spun his staff and it left burning sparks as it moved. He smirked at his foe.

“I am a highly trained weapons master with the staff. Even without magic, I am dangerous to underestimate,” he warned the frog.

The frog paused, then threw his weapon to Quiss casually. He caught it in confusion and the Frog picked him up and tossed him over the edge before Quiss could adjust to having a rod in each hand..

He hit the mist and his cursing turned into a large drawn out noise as the mist warped his swearing into some weird man’s scream. He hit the water and a beast emerged from the water and stood over him.

“Do not be scared… of the water… BECAUSE I AM HERE!” another frog promised in red shorts and holding a trident.

Quiss glared and the water bubbled around him as the heat rose.


Back on the bridge, Seth coyly leaned into the bridge railing near the giant frog.

“You are very smart. Those muscles aren’t your best asset at all!” Seth grinned. The frog looked away, his dark green cheeks turning darker.

“Do you have days off? I love a man who can make Quiss look like a fool at times. I’m Seth and I’m just delighted to meet you,” he held out a hand. It was gently shook by the giant.

“Ah you’re shy,” Seth laughed good naturedly as the Frog idly kicked the ground. The giant frog gestured to the stacked staffs he had ready to fight.

“Oh, not me! I couldn’t bring myself to harm a shy handsome knight like you! But I’ll wait here until Quiss comes roaring back if that’s okay?” he said and the giant frog looked lost until he pulled out containers of honey and fruit juice in ice cold water. He gestured for Seth to sit on the bridge and join him.

“Oh Sir Frog, I am in your tender care,” Seth beamed. The frog blushed and actually managed a smile back.

“…Giant… my name,” the hill of a frog offered. His voice was deep but not loud… careful.

“Seth. So Giant, is that for the muscles or your heart? Cause this fruit water is delicious and you are a saint for sharing it on a warm day like this!” Seth sighed in relief as he drank.

Giant said nothing but poured more for Seth to enjoy.


“Then I said I was short four stones but Bob swore he didn’t cheat. Of course, it was his crabs that had done it but Bob is clever like that,” Rale explained as he calmly rowed a tiny log up river as Quiss sat there, feet in the water as he listened, bored.

He saw something glinting and spotted two tiny red crabs carrying his sealed flask into a wide pool.

Quiss watched in horror as they jumped into the deep abyss with his booze.

“After them!” he commanded Rale. The frog grinned.

“Some things aren’t worth diving too deeply for,” he warned. Quiss met his eyes.

“If I get sober in the next ten minutes, I will drown the next person who speaks to me,” he answered. His rescuer merely rode the log over the deep black pool and watched. Quiss slid off and held his breath, diving.

Seth had a dozen or so breathing charms or transformations to swim… or move water itself. Quiss had the art of looking like a drowned rat as he dived and clung to the tunnel walls to sink deep. He saw his glinting treasure near the bottom of the shifting silt and sand.

He reached for it.

Two devilish crabs watching in glee.


“So quite into bridges,” Seth nodded as Giant hugged his knees. The giant figure was a gentle being and every time he reached for honey to suckle or more fruit water, Seth immensely enjoyed the sight of flexing muscles and a solid jawline grinning.

He was nudged by Renny and the bird, Inchy.

“Time to go! Tour is a-waiting,” the bird encouraged. Seth turned to Giant and the frog offered him one last clay cup of water for the road.

“This had been quite lovely, I’ll be back!” he promised and Giant nodded, pleased to hear it. In the distance a fountain of water erupted and Quiss’ scream that sounded like a 5 year old seeing a dire cockroach for the first time.

“… Right, Quiss is on his own. He’s upsetting some poor thing. I can’t take that man anywhere without something catching fire or being banished from the kingdom,” Seth threw his free hand up in disgust.

“Where next?” Seth asked and Inchy and Renny shared a look.

“The Bees,” Inchy said quietly.

“Bees?” Seth echoed.



In the dark shadows of the jungle, tiny forms watched the tall one. His hair shimmering like gold. It would be a fine tribute to the goddess Delta!

The Pygmies raised their spears and began to hunt.


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    Misery's End @Misery's End ago

    “I locked my passion with Ser Fran. He pierced me andI him…” Seth said proudly. Ruli gave him a long look, smacked her lips, and walked to the bar without a word. Seth turned to Quiss.

    *Dies laughing*

    “I locked my passion with Ser Fran. He pierced me and him…” Seth said proudly. Ruli gave him a long look, smacked her lips, and walked to the bar without a word. Seth turned to Quiss.

      The Storylord @The Storylord ago

      Quiss pulled his staff from his large coat, space magic making sure his rod was not on display to the public. Seth knew Quiss had a large staff but seeing it always made Seth hold his own wand with a little uncertainty.

      Power or control… girth or grace? Seth had no idea what truly was better.

      “A challenge! See, Seth? The Frog wants me to actually be rowdy,” Quiss rambled on and took more swigs of his flask. The giant actual frog man loomed on the far side of this amazingly large bridge that looked like nature herself had grown it over the deep ravine below.

      “I think….Hoppyman will let us… dance pass if we do not… aim our rods at him!” Seth tried to calm his friend down.

      “I’ll point my rod at whoever gets in my way! I am a wizard and I put a lot of work into getting a rod this powerful! What’s the point of not shoving it in people’s faces after all that work?” Quiss scowled.

      Seth gave him a flat look.

      “You did worked little. You jumped into pit of fire and walked out holding rod! Not work! Idiot!” Seth reminded. Quiss sniffed

      “An idiot with a big hot rod. Now excuse me, Seth. I am going to do mortal combat with my new arch rival, a giant frog with a bigger stick than me, but clearly mine is magical and better"

      *Dies laughing again.*

      I_Am_Dragoon @I_Am_Dragoon ago

      Delta: dies blushing


      cjk33 @cjk33 ago

      the yaoi is strong with this one 🙈🙉. QUICK SOMEONE GET DELTA A LOT OF ICECREAM BEFOR SHE OVER HEATS!!

    Misery's End @Misery's End ago

    I enjoyed the chapter, and barely survived laughing to death. xD

    Though, the slight BL tone was offputting, it was done somewhat tastefully, so tolerable.

      Immolation970 @Immolation970 ago

      Seth is the ultimate charmer. It has been stated. This chapter was perfect on a number of levels, and I am thankful for it.

      ToxicCrow @ToxicCrow ago

      You could almost see flowers in the background each time he spoke.

      Moreta @Moreta ago

      The parts about rod made me think that Quiss purposefully spoke like that around him, as joke, so Seth would learn to talk this way instantly turning everything into inneundo.

      Misery's End @Misery's End ago

      So you're saying that Quiss has been the mastermind behind Seth's inability to talk this whole time....?

      What an utter evil bastard Quiss must be to think up something so rtwisted. xD


      I can see the image now...  The scene opens to a line of new arrivals, with Quiss among them. "So what go you sent to hell?" Said the man chained to the wall next to him. "Nothing special" Quiss replied "As a running prank I constantly spoke gibberish to a good friend under the guise of teaching him common." Quiss said with a smirk "Even after spending damn near a hundred year teaching him, the poor bastard never was able to learn anything but his native tongue nor did he ever catch onto what I was doing."

    Stormblessed @Stormblessed ago

    This chapter was SO good! I couldn't stop laughing.

    Thanks for the chap Wink

Aselo @Aselo ago

Thanks for the chapter!

Sassnad @Sassnad ago

As always a pure delight.

Icaimas @Icaimas ago

If it continues like that the whole of Durence will be divided in Delta!
Ruli, Quiss, Isanella and Nina on the first floor.
Dabberghast and Seth on the second floor.
Deo will be a wanderer going from floor to floor.
In the end the kingdom won´t have to be bothered by Durence because it simply moves into the dungeon! XD
(share your thoughts on where evereyone will live XD)

    Zedicous @Zedicous ago

    I think Delta will become Durance.

      Icaimas @Icaimas ago

      That would be scary, in more ways than one!

      Misery's End @Misery's End ago

      I'm not sure the kingdom would survive that, it would be functionally be making the inhabitants of Durance immortal. With enough mana she could bring back any contractor slain within a her halls

      Un pwasson volant @Un pwasson volant ago

      They don't need to be her contractors to be able to just live in her.

      Misery's End @Misery's End ago

      That would render the level inaccessible to alterations and upgrades while there is an uncontacted individuals on that level. While in some sense that would be preferable for the residents, I doubt Delta and Nu would be overly happy about that arrangement.

      There is also the massive influx of mana and dp, that would entail. While it may not be overtly bad later on, in say a few hundred years, the current Delta has trouble containing just one or two of the older powerful entities for even a short amount of time. Having a city full of them would be decidedly bad for her core.

      Un pwasson volant @Un pwasson volant ago

      If that's so then potentially even a contract wouldn't remedy to this problem, if Waddles Side story is to be believed

      Zedicous @Zedicous ago

      I was thinking along the lines of Delta claiming all the land under Dourance.

      Then she could learn to float.

      She could be "Delta the Flying Dungeon, Island of Durance."

      Un pwasson volant @Un pwasson volant ago

      But she doesn't really claim territory, the line of progression goes from floor to floor

      So unless she got her glowy powers onto a firmer hold then that won't happen, for sure.

      Misery's End @Misery's End ago

      Contracting an individual increases said individual's power while in the dungeon's domain and removes their ability to provide mana and dp to the dungeon. So a contractor is able to provide better defences, not block the dungeon's ability to alter the floor they inhabit, and in the rare cases when an individual is stronger then the dungeon, doesnt have to worry about overfill, or exploding from said affliction.

      Misery's End @Misery's End ago


      I agree with Un pw, each successive level Delta adds is created in a vertical manner. Not only that, but each level becomes progressively wider similar to a cone. So even if her 47th floor is technically under durance, it's already hundreds of meters below ground.

      Un pwasson volant @Un pwasson volant ago

      No, I mean the contractors would potentially have to restrain themselves.

      Misery's End @Misery's End ago

      Only to a degree, sure there are limits that the current Delta could withstand, but after some growth and maybe incorporating in some new materials into the walls and floors, it would give any contracted individual from durance a playground in which they can test their limits without harming her. It's also possible that a contractor can impart some resistance to Delta to their powers. Though that seems more if a stretch.

      Un pwasson volant @Un pwasson volant ago

      Maybe not, Dabberghast and the lumberjack whose name I forgot at least would somewhat be able to help with structural integrity (plants are great for doing that, it's probably because it's actually a trait wich can always come to use, and, well... Do I need to explain how logs are useful building materials and relatively easy to both get and transport ?)

      Misery's End @Misery's End ago

      I wouldnt consider that imparting a resistance to their magic and abilities. That would be more along the line of building materials, entities and devices with a dampening abilities to reduce the structural damage. While those would be a welcome addition, if the structures Delta built could just ignore the effects of friendly fire all together, it would make things so much easier. Sadly even if the underlying structures could be saved, I highly doubt the overlaying environment would be saved, and would need rebuilding after the final blows were exchanged. Then again once the intruders were removed, I'm sure a little mana would fix things right up as long as the underlying structures remain mostly intact.

      RiceCake @RiceCake ago


      carl mason @carl mason ago

      Who said they would become Contractors? But that would be terrifying.

      Misery's End @Misery's End ago

      For the same reasons listed above. Mana overflow make Delta go boom, and Delta's inability to alter floors that have "invaders" present. Even if it was her idea, Delta harboring the inhabitants of Durance inside her(without a contract) would be no different the what Fairplay does to the dungeons under their control. Granted because of a glitch Delta can still alter floors that have no invaders, but floors with invaders she is completely locked out of the controls. So no upgrades, no NU, no alterations to the floorplan, nor any additional rooms added to make more space.


      Roethan @Roethan ago

      Plus it would be fatal to the residents in the long term. Especially the less mana infused people (lower leveled?). Unless Delta can make a series of rooms and then remove it from her domain and make them mana free zones.

      Misery's End @Misery's End ago

      Tbh, the mana poisoning shouldnt be an issue as long as they dont get near the core and keep their stay relatively short trerm. Grim suffered mostly because of his proximity to Delta's core and some deficiency related to age or his birth(I forget).

      Otoh, if making the mana free spare rooms is possible, doing so might also be removing needed things like air, water, and food generation. Granted I'm sure the inhabitants of durance could accommodate for the lack, but then what's the point. They could just dig their own hole much the same of the broodmother, and the results would much the same.

      Kind of an interesting concept though, dungeon digs its first few layers to look like natural caves then abandons them to hide its mana signature once it digs it's "new" first floor. That way it can "hide" behind the facade of it's own system of caverns. Granted it wouldnt work in this world because everyone can feel the mana even at long distances, but I could see it working in many other dungeon novels.

      carl mason @carl mason ago

      From suffered due to mana exposure. Or rather, his lack thereof before entering the second level of the dungeon.


      Roethan @Roethan ago

      I think of them like decontamination wards or hospital rooms. Go in, get healed of mana poisoning for a half hour, go back about your business. Depth and proximity will matter, so it's probably best to wait till she has a couple more floors.

      Misery's End @Misery's End ago

      The local mana pressure and quality increases every level down she goes, there is also something akin to a flood of mana when ever she breaches every third level. So doubt distance is going to matter that much to those that live in or near a dungeon. The problem is the closer you get to her core, the denser and more invasive the mana is. To those that are low level, they can take the mana poisoning at her first level, but the deeper they go, the harder time they will have. Right next to her core will incapacitate or even outright kill those who lack the mana conditioning. 

      I_Am_Dragoon @I_Am_Dragoon ago

      And every "Monster" gets their own themed floor and mobs. 😱🤣🤣🤣🤣

    kjoatmon @kjoatmon ago

    Durence is just a sleepu little town that got an espresso factory built next door. Jitters are soon to be felt through the place.

      Misery's End @Misery's End ago

      I would agree with you if it wasnt for the fact that durance is figuratively and literally full of monsters... so it wont be only jitters that will be induced by said injection of caffeinated mana.

      kjoatmon @kjoatmon ago

      Jitters, global-thermonuclear explosion... what's the difference?

      Misery's End @Misery's End ago

      long term aftereffects mostly, I mean even an earthquake or two doesn't compare to the destruction and aftermath of the type of nuke you just mentioned xD

      kjoatmon @kjoatmon ago

      Oh, and when Playfair shows up, all those jittery people will be right there to meet them and show them some appreciation for their contributions to dungeon control. Award them with all sorts of wonders, like some innocuous cheese and some interesting plants. Perhaps even grant them a time or two in the secret basement workshop.

      Misery's End @Misery's End ago

      Aw yes.. I'm sure that once word gets out about where some of these legendary and mythic level villains have appeared the vast majority of playfair will avoid the dungeon out of sheer terror. This wont stop the diehards, well least until they die, or their now drooling body is taken away...

    Carcavac @Carcavac ago

    Well we still have many more floors and many more awakened from the Grey folks to explore so I'm an underground hotel and resort is an eventual ending for Delta

Hacalyhd @Hacalyhd ago

Thanks for the chapter.

It's 50 % story and 50 % jokes about two dudes crossing their rods. Honestly, there were so many jokes about their rods, I'm kinda upset you didn't tell us if Quiss' big, hot magical rod is made out of hard or soft wood.

I mean... there were lots of oportunities, given that Quiss even became a Mage with three rods.

Zalex and Entelechy @Zalex and Entelechy ago

Very funny chapter, but "This was Quiss’ ‘nose down and slow blink’ unimpressed." should be Quiss's and not have the other'. Keep up the good work!

meddiman @meddiman ago


this keeps getting beter :)