I gazed at the party of five who were rudely banging on my door. A young man clad in expensive-looking armor with four massive guards, two positioned at each side. His face contorted into an ugly frown when he saw that my door wasn’t breaking.
“Dungeon! I demand you to open up this instant!”
Oh boy, a young master? It hasn’t even been a week since I came to this world and yet here I was, looking at a prime young master.
“Don’t you know who I am? Surely, even a foul thing such as yourself has heard of the divine thunder clan?”
The young man kept on blabbering, talking about how great he was and I should be honored that he came so far to grace my floors with his mighty presence. All while his guards hammered at my door to no avail, I could already see a future where he’d be a nuisance.
Part of me wanted to kill him right now, to rid my future self of this annoying brat but I quelled my murderous urges, I was no psychopath, and I wouldn’t be killing him just because he was annoying.
Besides, I wanted to see how he’d fare against my mobs and boss, I felt like he’d get to the second floor, not without the help of his guards though, he looked quite harmless without them, even with his expensive gear.
They’d essentially be power-leveling him, which was a no-no in my book, you wanted to come in and get power? Sure, but do it on your own, by yourself. I’m not sure how I could implement an anti-power leveling enchantment though, as I had no experience doing that, nor did I know how they would do it.
I wanted to let him in though, to collect useful data on their tactics, hopefully, they don’t end up reaching the second floor, I still didn’t have a boss for that floor yet. I was just so busy with the third floor that it slipped my mind.
I also didn’t want to manually open the door each time so I quickly wove an enchantment in that would let it open by itself. With that, the double door slowly slid open, and to my absolute shock, he tried to kick it.
“Why is it so slow? Hurry up!”
WHAM WHAM
Okay, now that was just unactable, I could literally taste the dirt on his feet when he kicked me, as the entire dungeon was my body. I formed a single stone pebble and enchanted it with an enchantment that made it very heavy before dropping it on his head.
It connected soundly, and he yelped in pain and jumped back in fright. Thunder spun into existence around him in a protective shield and his guards spun around and locked him in the middle.
“What vile sorcery was that! Dungeon!? You dare use your foul magic on me! ME?”
His face twisted with rage, and it was quite amusing to watch him fume with impotent rage.
“Answer me! Why won’t you answer me!?”
He sounded like the type of child who’s never been told no in his entire life, it was funny to see him scream incoherent blabber at his guards who tried to placate him. I would not be answering him though, not only did I not want to, I also didn’t know how.
He wasn’t like my dungeon creatures where I could speak into their minds directly, his soul was shielded, and even though I could view it I couldn’t modify it until his body was dead. I was sure I could overcome the protections at the cost of every drop of soul essence I had stored in me but that was obviously not an option.
He didn’t even calm down when the door fully opened, instead, he only fumed more.
The sheer entitlement of this guy baffled me, just what sort of young masters did this world cultivate? I couldn’t see a future where I’m dealing with young masters constantly, I would murder them out of rage eventually.
Eventually, though, they stopped blabbering nonsense and slowly crept in, summoning a ball of golden thunder in their left hand to light up the darkness. It didn’t work though, even as he poured more energy into the ball, it never illuminated more than his entire body before coming to a complete halt.
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I could see the fear creeping up on his features, and it amused me to no end, he had his guards patrol him a bit closer as he moved. When he walked a good way away from the door it automatically closed, plunging the room into absolute darkness.
Even more color drained from his face, and I was sure the only thing keeping him from bolting backwards was his pride and massive ego. The Ratlings began to swarm in shortly after, with a particularly bold one leaping into the air, soaring over the guards, and landing right on the young monster’s head.
Lightning shifted but the young master was too slow to use his power, the Ratling's mouth elongated and snapped on the young man’s left ear, tearing it off before it was reduced to ash by a bolt of golden lightning. He scrambled and screamed in pain as the agony settled in, forcing the guards to break the formation.
This wasn’t really a problem though as within an instant a new formation was made, the guards moved with the grace of a grizzled veteran, cleaving through Ratlings with ease with the massive claymores until none remained.
During this time the young master howled in pain, clutching the side of his head where his ear used to be, all while cursing me to the worst part of hell. I was surprised he still had the willpower to speak after experiencing so much pain, but I expected nothing less from a prime young master.
One of the guards rushed over to him and produced a small glass vial full of a black liquid out of thin air which he quickly drank down. His face twisted into a grimace as his skin began to twitch and shift, moving like water as it reshaped itself into a brand-new ear.
Well, look at that, you certainly don’t see that every day. Now I wanted to know how those worked, I knew that was a health potion, and I wanted that pattern, along with the knowledge of how he pulled it out of nothing.
That was clearly some sort of spatial trick, something my dungeon was desperately lacking to be considered a proper dungeon, I wanted to make bags of holding and so many other things. I would get my hands on it, even if it cost me a bit.
With that done, the boss room door shimmered into existence and glowed slightly to indicate its presence, I added this enchantment after some thought, it was only due to sheer luck that the last party had managed to find it.
When they saw the door shimmer into being they all jumped back in fright and the guards took a defensive stance.
“Milord! Stay back!”
“Staruth! You dare speak to me like that?”
“Milord I am deeply sorry, but your safety is my priority, not how you feel about what I say. There could be hidden monsters, who knows what vile traps this foul abomination hides?”
“YOU-”
He was about to say something but the massive guard, who I now knew as Staruth grabbed his mouth and gestured for him to shut up as the door began to slide open, revealing an absolute void within, one so black that the room they were in seemed dimly lit.
All color drained from the young man’s veins as he gazed into the abyss and two bright silver eyes gazed back, followed by the sound of crackling laughter.
“COME HUMANS! COME INTO MY DOMAIN! I SHALL SHOW YOU THE LIGHT OF THE MIGHTY CREATOR! KAKAKA!”
Man, kölgə was really a full-time zealot, wasn’t he? I could tell he was having the most fun of his life, taunting the humans and watching their faces lose color. Even the guards seemed a bit shaken up and clutched their weapons a bit more tightly.
“Staruth..D-Do we really have to go in t-there? Can’t we return home now? Surely, we don’t need to investigate any further? Right?”
What an amusing fellow, it was really funny to me how quickly his attitude changed, from arrogant and entitled to meek and soft.
Staruth shook his armored head grimly.
“I’m afraid not, Zappatur, we must press on. My instincts tell me that in there lies our only way out.”
“But surely, we can blast open that door right!? We have to try! With our combined strength the foul thing won’t stand a chance!”
The guard shook his head.
“I’m afraid not, I don’t think even a copper could scratch that door, it would at least require the combined might of four Golds. Our combined might would amount to low copper, it's not worth trying.”
Ohhhh, I like this guy. He has a sensible head on his body, and what's this? Information about the rankings in this world? Tin, copper, and gold huh? What about silver? I found it strange that there wasn’t any mention of that, maybe he just forgot?
Zappatur paled, quite literally too. I could see the life leaving him the more time he spent contemplating the idea.
“Well, I refuse. You and the others can go ahead, I’ll stay here.”
Not in the mood for the nonsense, Staruth grabbed Zappatur in one smooth motion and held him underneath his arm. He struggled in futility as he was helplessly pulled into the abyss. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, which would’ve been quite funny but alas it didn’t happen.
The man-child eventually quieted down though he was put down on the floor again and allowed to walk, and walk he did, albeit very reluctantly. I had a strong urge that this child-like mentality would get him killed, maybe not today, but very soon.
Young masters like him didn’t tend to last long, which wasn’t surprising in the least. They walked through the dark and cold stone corridor until the darkness abruptly shifted and became darker, much darker.
“AH, SO YOU’VE COME, FILTHY HUMANS! YOU SULLY THE VERY GROUND OF THE HOLY ONE WITH YOUR FILTH. I WILL CORRECT THIS!”
The voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once, making it impossible to discern the exact location. This was something I added after I realized that kölgə liked to talk. No, scratch that, Loved to talk.
And I was happy for him, he was a truly unique boss monster. I did not know where the zealot trait came from, but I was getting used to it, the point is, I didn’t want him to die because he was doing a monologue or something, so I added an enchantment that would mask his voice.
Since then, he began talking even more, without worry, as no sound left his room, and he adapted very well to the environment contained within. It would be interesting to see how he did against the party.
He was in his element, after all. Surely, he could at least take two down. A part of me doubted that though, these men were experienced killers, from the looks of it, or military of some sort. They had experience and the power necessary to use that experience.
Kölgə, on the other hand. Did not have any experience, he had the power though. If he was instantly ripped apart, I’d need to change a few things. A part of me remained optimistic though, kölgə had a lot of things on his side, magic. his environment is a prime example, he could also take advantage of the fear the group was bleeding out.
Make me proud, kölgə. I will be watching.
“KAKAKA! I WILL NOT FAIL YOU MIGHTY ONE, WATCH AS I KILL THEM FOR YOU! WITNESS ME, OH MIGHTY ONE!”