Bloody hell, did you see that shite? It bit his face off. His whole face! You could see pink leaking from the poor bugger's head. The bastard gave meh cold feet. There wasn't any face left on the an, and the smell! don get meh started. I nearly shat meh chat bags.

(testimony from a trench soldier during WWI about sasquatch)

I felt the need, the need to occupy space; the urge was like that of having to take a shit so bad you would need to fill two toilets. The mana problem was getting worse, and the saurians had to keep venting the mana from the dungeon to the outside so frequently that animals, monsters, humans, and even a dragon had been sucked through the portals. When I say sucked, I mean it. Whatever the saurians were doing, they knew what they wanted to enter the portal because there seemed to be a pattern. They would open a portal, send a probe through, select a Candidate, and suck them through the portal. Then they would do all kinds of fantastic experiments on them and send them back. What was great about it is when they were sent back, they were partially part of the dungeon, so I could see through their eyes and control their every move. The saurians even found a way to leave the dungeon. They started to blend in with the humans as human merchants and fake nobles. I found out they had even replaced the prime minister of a giant empire. They started a cult about worshiping me as the one true God.

They are truly just like their counterparts on earth.

The first four floors I made became one floor higher. 20th became the 19th, the 18th became the 17th, the 17th became the 16th, and the 16th became the 15th.

I started on the 14th floor and got to work. This floor was a lot bigger than the last couple of floors. First was making the room 300 miles x 200 miles WxL. I wanted to make all kinds of terrain on this floor. I wanted to chuck this room full of sasquatch.

I built a mountain with the height of mount jackson and hollowed out the inside making a cave the size of downtown England. I smooth out the floor and start planting a pine forest inside. I also put a lake in the center. Let's make the top of the mountain the entrance, not too big, just enough to give a nice downward look. Hmm, not enough of an attraction.… Let's put a shit load of thingies in it, and it can't be gold or anything valuable; I can't be giving any freebies; my dungeon core is doing that already. Let's put pyrite at the bottom, lots and lots of it. Enchant it so you can't help but want to take a look, just enough so you want to jump into the lake. I think that's enough for now.

You know what? This lake's massive let's put something in there. A lake this big needs something just as significant; let's put Nessie in there. No, too tame, she needs to be bigger, no bigger, maybe a little more, perfect, that's good, really good. Let's make her aptitude match her glorious appearance. Alright, that's enough for now.

Hmm… I need a test subject.

System, is there any way I can get some test subjects? Like maybe like an average human without any resistances.

USER REQUESTS VOLUNTEERS FOR TRAPS. THE REQUEST IS BEING SUBMITTED FOR APPROVAL. APPROVAL DENIED. HOWEVER, A PASSIVE BOON CAN BE APPLIED TO THE FLOOR THAT MAY BE SATISFACTORY TO THE CURRENT REQUEST.

I have a feeling I may or may not like where this is going.

THE BOON "LOST IN THE MOUNTAINS AND UP BLOODY SHITE CREEK" HAS BEEN APPLIED TO THE CURRENT FLOOR. EVERY DAY FROM NOON TILL DAWN, HIKERS FROM EARTH WILL GET LOST AND APPEAR IN RANDOM LOCATIONS ON THIS FLOOR.

Well, it's not what I wanted; it'll do, I guess.

I take my time making the rest of the floor, making other mountains, such as st. Mount Helens, Mount Hood, and Mount Everest.

You know what doesn't make sense, I'm pretty sure I've already hit above the surface, but I'm still underground. I mean, look at this fucking floor; it's God damn humongous; the height of the floor exceeds the height of the earth's troposphere. You know what? It's gotta be magic; blame everything that doesn't make sense on magic. Got humans that have cat ears? Magic. Able to pull a 25 ft man out of your ass? Magic. Your pregnant wife murders you and then abruptly disappears to another world? Magic. You die and come back as a gender-bended blue smelly fish creature? Magic.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

Let's magic a couple thousand smelly, hairy primitives into existence.

………………………………

The young girl ran through the great creator's library, chasing the knowledge pixie down the aisles. The female adults were sorting through the shelves and looking at tablets, trying to find the knowledge the dungeon wanted. The Kytt had lived in the great library for 500 dungeon years. The knowledge from these halls surprised the firsts when they settled upon these lands. The dungeon had given the task of management of the dungeon to Kytt in exchange for the sacred knowledge of the heavens. The firsts had taken the name the Kytt, the name the great creator had given their species with great honor. Such a sacred duty as that of the custodians was a huge blessing, one that would be held through all generations.

The firsts were just that, first. They were the founding mothers of the Kytt people. The first twenty became seven thousand in 576 dungeon years; the Kytt people had flourished under the dungeons' protection.

The knowledge pixies were a recent addition to the library. Evidently, a few fairies had been searching for the dungeon but couldn't find it. The fairies wanted to bond with the core and become the dungeon master, essentially enslaving the core. Dungeon fairies are the surface dwellers' answer to a dungeon with free reign. If the dungeon was too hard, the surface dwellers probably wouldn't be able to delve into it. When the great creator got stronger, the dungeon fairies became desperate and unable to fulfill the duties the fairy monarch gave them.

Then the saurians happened.

A few fairies were sucked through a saurian portal and almost captured. The fairies could bend reality to a certain degree around them. They escaped the saurians and entered the 18th floor. This is where they got stuck; because cores were littered all over the dungeon, they became confused and thought it was a dungeon cluster where multiple cores were born at once in one place. So they called more fairies, but then more cores spawned then they brought more fairies, and this continued. Then for them, the unthinkable happened when they tried to bond with the cores, the cores weren't separate, and they had essentially bonded to what amounted to dungeon waste. They were bonded to the equivalent of dungeon feces. The core was a compound core. Compound cores were almost unheard-of and extremely dangerous, and now they were in deep shit.

Unfortunately for the fairies, this dungeon held no pity towards any who crossed paths with it. The dungeon flooded their tiny bodies with dungeon mana and subjugated them. The dungeon turned them into pixies, fairies whose magic was corrupted by dungeon mana. Being a pixie was worse than being a slave to the humans; if you're a fairy slave, you get to keep your appearance. If you're a pixie, you lose your glow, and the wings become bat wings. They basically turned into lesser imps. The dungeon wasn't finished; however, then enslaved and modified them to serve whatever purpose the dungeon wanted. They were separated, put into groups, brainwashed, and put into managing the dungeon. To Kytt, this was a blessing. The fairies were known for their knowledge of dungeon management, and now they were bonded and subservient to the dungeon.

"Leave me alooooone, noooooo!"

The petite pixie who the child was chasing was panicked because this child had put the pixies in jars and later harvested their pixie dust. Pixie dust could be used to create potions of invisibility. This was something one of the sacred books of the library told her. The holy library had a book called D&D, and inside was a complete guide to every potion she could dream of. She had become a fan of the book so much that she even brought her sisters into it. The sisters had collected and released the fairies while harvesting the pixie dust. They need seven more pixies, and they could make five potions of invisibility.

"nooo, don't!"

"That's enough. Itou leave the pixies alone."

A Kytt elder came down from a ladder with a glass tablet in her arms and reached down to eye level with the Kytt child.

"But I need seven more pixies to complete the potion."

"That book has made you forget your duties as the maiden of the library."

"but I don't want to be the maiden girl…."

"nonsense, the sacred maiden is the one who communes with the dungeon and brings the will of the dungeon to the Kytt people."

"but if I make this potion, no more Kytt rangers will get hurt by the monsters. They can become invisible and cull the monsters without becoming seen."

"It's you have a good heart, but-"

"Elder Yuko! The Ajacky Serpent has injured another Kytt ranger on the 18th floor."

A Lean and fit Kytt with pixie cut hair came running towards the two. The Kytt had blood on her mithril armor and was panting and looked worn out. She had just come back from culling mammoths when an Ajacky Boa, an evolved variant of the Titanoboa, had ambushed the Kytt, looking to capitalize on the tired raid group while they were resting.

"that damn serpent, if only there were

a way to kill it. Every time we try, we lose clan members. If there was just a way to find its lair while following it, we could corner it and kill it. But its vision and smell would give us away far before we could get close to it; wait! Maybe…"

The elder looked down at Itou, contemplated, and said, "Come, there may yet be the use of that potion of yours."