"Kyaaa! No more no more!"

This reaction was within my prediction. She technically wasn't asleep during the process of me giving her a total genetic makeover. She was only pain-free and still awake. Still, that doesn't mean she can piss on my floor. It seems like I need to potty-train my new kitten. Theanimal backed up into a corner of my coreroom. She was looking around for some reason panicked and confused.

"Where... am I in a dungeon?"

She slowly got up and took a wide look around the entire room.

"This… This had to be the core room right? If so, where's the core? There are only mana crystals everywhere."

System am I missing something? it seems she can't see that she is literally walking on top of my core.

USER YOUR CORE IS DIFFERENT THAN MOST CORES. MOST CORES DO NOT OCCUPY THE ENTIRE ROOM AS A DUNGEON CORE IS A SINGLE ROUND OBJECT, NOT AN ENTIRE ROOM COVERED IN MASSIVE CRYSTALIZED CORES. ACCORDING TO HER COMMON SENSE AN ENTIRE ROOM BEING ONE MASSIVE CORE IS UNIMAGINABLE.

Thanks, system, that's very helpful to know.

YOU ARE WELCOME.

"That's one big mana crystal that could sell for a fortune on the Black Drake Market. Maybe sixty-ten Eyr and forty-twelve Ser. Wow, I don't remember being gifted at math. I'm pretty sure that's why I'm a slave…"

"Yo idiot, you have the nerve pissing on me then ignore me, and then walk all over me like you're a fucking stray claiming me as your fucking object! Perhaps I should kill you instead huh?" (picture a man grinding steel balls in a clenched fist)

"Kyaaa-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN FOOL!!"

"Uuu..."

Look, I can't chat with you for too long because time here doesn't work the same way it does up where you're from, and I have to make this quick. I'm holding back your aging but not for long. Look I need someone to micromanage my dungeon, and I can't use anyone born explicitly from my mana signature. You're different, you… are born out there got it?"

"...."

"Glad we are getting clear, now here's the thing I made you well… "better" and now you can have babies without a partner, I freed you from slavery too. I do you a favor, you do me a favor. Kapeesh?"

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

"...."

"I'm gonna give you a floor dedicated to your pitiful existence, yay, clap clap clap…START FUCKING CLAPPING MORON IM DOING YOU A FAVOR"

"Eeeeep….clap…clap…clap-"

"HARDER! FASTER!"

"KYAA….clapclapclapclapclapclapclapclap"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you everyone, it's been a pleasure"

Clapclapclapclapclap*

"You can stop clapping!"

"...."

"Now look… Here's the thing I need you to do. You know what? I'll print it in stone like Moses and the ten commandments"

Clank… clank….clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank.

"There that should be it, fewwww what arduous work"

USER THE WORK YOU DID IS LESSER THAN MOVING TWO FEET OF WOOD.

Not Now!

"Look I know this is a struggle for you, it is for me too. I don't like this either, in fact, I hate it."

Thinking about it, I hate everyone, or rather, I hate all things that don't belong to me or are me. I hated all living beings for fifty years. That's what an undead poltergeist does, hate everything. I need her where I am unable to be. There were too many things I couldn't do. I could delegate but it seems to have turned out disastrously so far. I need someone whose entire existence is dedicated to doing what I couldn't. Managing the dungeon, keeping populations in check, keeping my core from consuming my dungeon. I really would like to lose weight….

"You are mine, so technically I freed you into my service, you're in my debt, do your job and I might reward you with more work."

"But… that's no different-"

"Right no different than the most pleasant job you could ever want which was if I'm not correct…mmm, I think it was called… ah!"

"..."

"Meat shield"

"Uuuugh…"

"Now pick those slates up, hmm no it looks like you only have two hands. Perhaps I should give you six arms…"

"NO! Ehem I…I mean I could never ask my benefactor to do something so undeserving as giving this lowly me such a thing."

"Ah, right I would be going out of my way to help someone. What on earth was I thinking, silly me!"

"..." (sweats)

The kitty starts picking up all the slates. After gathering five, she bends over to grab another and the top slate falls to the ground. if she breaks one she really will be like Moses.

"Perhaps one person is not enough"

"Please don't give me six arms"

"WHY DID I NEVER, who on this great planet would do such a horrible thing? Such a person would be made fun of by yours truly. No, I'll just make more of you."

"More of?"

With that thought, I started popping more of her into existence. The clones were not made with my mana, instead, they were skin and egg cells I had stolen from her previously. I figured this would happen and took a third of them for this purpose. Don't worry though I made sure to pay back what I borrowed. The mage girl had her ovaries taken so I stole her eggs, put the cat's genes in them, and chucked those babies right back in.

"Oh oh holy shit"

"Yes, please continue with your job, please. You idiots, yes you, you know your job, GET TO IT."

While the kitties were playing, I shoved all my floors forward and made another. Hmm, it needs style, something that says, I'm a diligent girl who knows how to get work done.

Any idea's system?

THE ADMINISTRATOR HAS BEEN LISTENING WITH GREAT INTEREST AND LIKES THAT YOU HAVE CREATED THE SMARTEST HUMANOID RACE ON THE PLANET. HE REWARDS YOU WITH A FITTING FLOOR.

NEITHER ARCIA BABOLONIUM

This library contains all knowledge from all three primeval civilizations and all the knowledge of the seven prehistoric alliterations of humanity before their collapse. This floor is the holy grail of all knowledge on earth. Humans have had seven civilizations in prehistoria. Humanity, the greatest blight on the earth, is also the cockroach that has survived seven extinction events and still came out on top.