First floor 2.0 starts now. Luckily Thing's head is so empty. We start with about twenty magnetic blocks about 10 feet long each arranged around into a drum, on one side a flat stone surface where I inscribed the lightning to mana formation the storm caller had done up. Thing pulled up the large fan that we had done up and some of Charles people hooked it into place, that should get the passive mana generation here flowing. Now than onto the next phase of my plans.

The Mages association didn't quite get the same top billing as the Three Guilds did. It did however get it's own fancy tower put together using more of my store of pre-fab materials, which thanks to all the mana that was flowing in was now slowly restocking. On the subject of which I had a meeting with the mages to attend to.

"So you guys wanna study the breach?" I asked looking at the mages suspiciously.

"They're so rare, let alone getting to one in progress." The head of the mages stated bluntly as he paced around his study.

"Graves apparently had five of them while I was out. Or Ouroboros whatever he's calling himself these days." I countered bluntly.

"I suggested that we go into the dragon too." Grimoire was sitting off to the side reading when he piped up.

"It is a living breathing creature and it is fighting against five other dungeons at this very moment, maybe more." Professor Phalanges countered sharply.

"Well it's hard to argue with your logic. As an added bonus I get extra personnel pointed at the proverbial gate." Shrugging my shoulders I asked the obvious question. "Anything else?"

"You can make Limestone right?" Grimoire asked finally putting his book down.

"I was born inside of a mass of limestone you know." I boasted by way of reply.

"Mr. Ship Breaker says you want more flying monsters, big ones, given time and resources I can make some. I also may need to borrow your construction crane."

Enterprising isn't he? I like this kid.

"Alright, I'll leave some limestone to be brought to the surface later." I shook hands and moved on with my day.

The underwater district then. In the month I had been asleep the Lemurian people had completed work on building up the dome that they would be living in, numerous holes big enough to fit a barrel through served as entrances and exits. Underwater wasn't the place for me, I tried, it's gonna make checking in on Levi on the third floor real interesting from now on, luckily though our meeting spot wasn't in the dome but on it. Captain Merrow pulled herself out of one of the holes and up onto the blanket that had been made using woven sea weed, I was sitting across from her looking at the horizon.

"I expected to see the Storm Caller in all honesty." I said by way of greetings, wondering where the arguably more knowledgeable and useful of the two had gone.

"She's in your dungeon, got a condition they call it Mage's Poison. Ever heard of it?" I shook my head in the negative. "Long story short: she produces too much mana so her body gets poisoned by it, her options are either spend an inordinate amount of time inside the dungeon or constantly cast enough magic to sink a fleet of ships. And I don't see too many ships here do you?" Fair point. I'm pretty sure that even if we had a boat we'd rather that it stay in one piece, which reminded me.

"I already fed all of Leviathan's old ships to the trio and my bosses, if we're serious about establishing a trading route across the sea then it means getting more." The Captain Nodded her head as she produced a stone slate, on account of there not being such thing as water proof paper. This I guess was a Lemurian ship, which really looked more like a submarine in all honesty, albeit one towed about by sea monsters. It also didn't seem to have any real concerns about the air inside actually being breathable which makes a lot of sense when you consider the fact that it was a ship used by sea kin.

"I don't think this one's gonna work." I voiced my opinion.

"Agreed. No sea serpents." Captain Merrow appeared to have different concerns than mine.

"I think Charles mentioned that he knew some ship wrights once." I looked over the water, where several people had been putting docks together. "And I think he still does." Now was Charles going to wait until the sea calmed down before he started building boats, or was this going to get messy? "Ah right. There anything else you guys need?"

"Doing good so far, food shelter all that jazz. Got enough buildings to house everyone when they get here, but if you actually want us to be part of your little community instead of just neighbours that never talk to each other, then I got one word for yah-" Merrow paused dramatically and spread her hands out in front of her as if putting up a banner "Canals."

"Canals?" I repeated.

"Canals. Look it ain't difficult, most of us are bloody useless on dry land, if we go any where it on it then it's either we use dug out trenches of water or chairs with wheels on them." Right, I need to get that outta the way early into city planning.

"I'll let Charles know." The Canals can at least help to manage any flooding that comes our way, I don't know what the tides are like over here but it was a good idea. Now for my thing. "You see that?" I asked indicating the wind turbine, spinning around and filling my halls with glorious mana, even if it was spinning slowly. "It's taking the wind and making mana from the movement. I plan on doing something similar with the water, the question I need answered is a matter of if the tide is strong enough to do what I need it to do."

"Which is?" Merrow asked looking suspiciously.

"Turn one of those fans!" I stated aloud indicating Thing's head, which with the wind turbine sticking out of it looked like a giant propeller beanie at the moment. Merrow blinked stupidly in response.

"Good luck with that." After the Lemurian people came the guilds.

"A pleasure to meet you again Dungeon Keeper!" The merchant gave the impression of a used car sales man as he made his greetings, not that I could remember what a car was right now. "Allow me the pleasure of introducing missus Corina Marmona and Julia Arclight of the craftsmen and Adventurer's guilds respectively." Assuming the introductions worked left from right, Corina was the bigger of the two dressed in a apron with bright red hair she kept tied up in a bun, Julia was the shorter of the two with bright blonde hair and a sword hanging on her hip.

"Normally this isn't the way things work around here, so I will keep this brief." Julia stated as she held her hand out for me to shake, which I did.

"'Work Around Here?'" I quoted hoping for elaboration.

"Newborn Dungeons, are basically less than children in terms of intelligence." Julia pondered the next words as she mused the implications. "They tend to repeat the same actions over and over again, what ever allows them to accelerate their growth, when intelligence does emerge it's closer to children than anything else and Children can be cruel. Morality has to be taught and in the case of most dungeons they first have to be brought to heel. This domestication process is usually the job of adventurers, with the support of other older dungeons such as Lithilas. You are... abnormal. In several ways." Yeah. I've been figuring that part out.

"I'm not sure about what my first material was, there's not a list of the things I ate or anything like that." I in turn had opted to be vague about the information I had. "We can probably kill monsters in the area for you but... I think we are basically obsolete here unless you suddenly go insane for some reason." Julia stated as she let out a sigh.

"If not for Lithilas, we wouldn't even be here." The old man's making sure I'm okay then? Well I'll have to take advantage of his concern.

"I'm not sure that okay is the right word. There's a breach in progress in my dungeon and I have no way of knowing what's on the other side." Julia's gaze turned hard. "Understood. We'll need a safe route to the area in question, and a place where we can set up a base of operations inside of the dungeon proper."

"I'll get to that as soon as I can. For one thing, I've already plugged the hole, so nothing should be able to get through." With that in mind my attention turned to the craftswoman Corina, and the Merchant Amadeus. I pulled out some scrolls that I had been keeping in metal tubes from my fiery toga. "These are a list of materials that I already know how to manufacture including the schema's for various creatures. I'll leave deciding what you need to you two, I am also expecting payment for my services, to be negotiated once you've decided on materials that you want to work with. Careful they're hot." The Craftswoman took both canisters with her thick leathery gloves. "And while you're doing that, I can focus on getting my own house in order."

My dungeon was the main breadwinner of the area, the fish and later on the fruits and vegetables that it produced was the main reason why everyone was able to eat, and that includes the orphans from Jewel's city.

"Keeper!"

"It's the Keeper!"

Various kids from the orphanage bum rushed me, the majority of them being the demi-humans from Jewel's city. I talked with the director of the orphanage, I dropped off food and medicine, it was probably the most boring meeting of the day, unlike my next one.

"I was wondering what your family was like?" I don't know what my face looked like right now, but I suspected that it was a little annoyed.

"I have no family. They cut me off when I went ahead and pursued Leviathan without their permission." Charles stated arms crossed and looking deeply annoyed with the man sitting across from him.

Charles former brother here, Alexander Pentaghast is what he called himself, both did and did not look anything like him, both men had crimson red hair, but whereas Charles was built like someone you could snap a man in half with his biceps his brother was considerably skinnier with a thick moustache.

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"Is that what I get for coming out here to see you Charles?" Alexander asked sounding annoyed.

"Is your relationship really that bad?" I asked looking at Charles with blatant suspicion.

"I wanted to kill Leviathan, my family tried to stop me, my siblings didn't support me." Charles explained shrugging his shoulders in displeasure.

"It was a suicide mission!" Alexander snapped looking upset.

"I'm alive and Leviathan's dead." Charles countered bluntly. "Even now the only reason why mother let you come here is because she wants a piece of another dungeon isn't it?" Alexander let out a defeated sigh, both at his brother's stubbornness and at the fact that he was right. "That is what I thought."

"Well, if you genuinely want to reconcile with your brother I don't mind letting you stick around, but as for trying to seize control of the area." I dropped my tone of voice to as flat and clinical as possible. "Charles smashed apart Leviathan's ships, implemented magic formulas to help with the functions of my dungeon, negotiated with the Lemurian people and has kept everything organised here. Near as I can tell he is outstanding in every way, and it's precisely because his objective was so difficult that your family should've sent their support over to him from the beginning so that this outstanding person complete his objectives safely, and instead he was abandoned. Your family are fools."

"Truthfully I'm not that attached to the position of city Lord." Charles stated as he stretched himself out. "I'm a thug, I'm more suitable for breaking things than building them. However..." Charles narrowed a glare. "I went out of my way to purchase the refugees of the Belfast Territory who had been taken as slaves, out of my own pocket I might add, several of them are located inside of the remaining evolutionary cocoon while others are set to be ingratiated as citizens of the territory once their freedom is secured. Both out of respect for my late fiance and my business partner here I will not budge from this position so long as their fates remain up in the air."

Alexander nodded his head.

"I'll tell mother. If you need anything-"

"I won't." Charles concluded the conversation was over and stood up to leave.

Okay then, last meeting of the day before we have to do dungeon things. Unlike the people in the underwater district this was actually my neighbour, not necessarily one I had a good relationship with either.

"You're not angry at us?"

The person before me looked like a little girl, albeit one with green hair, and one who was only wearing a few leaves over her privates for clothes. If memory serves Treyni was fully clothed, is it just my personal preferences showing or is this little dryad the weird one?

"Mother wasn't angry with you, Neither am I." According to the explanation I received the Queen of Winter or White Horn 'gives birth' to the Dryad as part of the transition, who eventually grows into the Queen of Winter. The four forms are effectively the same being but they treat the different forms as if they were different people for some reason. I had no idea, maybe I should dig into Treyni's schema sometime. "But that has us concerned." The little dryad pointed directly at the mountain where my dungeon was located, where a C-class arguably B was using it's sheer bulk to accelerate construction on my city. "That thing is leaking undeath into it's surroundings, saturating the buildings you carved off of it's form with undeath and eventually leaking into the forest where it will poison the lands."

"Are you concerned about Thing hurting the land?" That might be difficult to fix, even if I wanted to I don't think I can dismantle Thing at this point. The little nudist shook her head at my question. "As I said, the buildings are absorbing the undead energy for the time being." The Buildings were made out of Marble, Marble was formed from Limestone which is formed from shell and bone, so the technically dead material is soaking up the undead energies? Is that how I should interpret this? Am I going to get more building sized undead out of this? Oh Lovely. I'll have to let Charles know to expect some weird stuff to start happening. "Even if they weren't plants devour the dead all the time, so we should be able to handle it. My main concern is the seed of greatness I sense from that mountain that's about to unfurl being contaminated by that thing."

"Seed of Greatness?" I asked sounding concerned.

"Another like me, but stronger, her branches will be able to reach out and spread to multiple worlds and that thing may impede her, or it may not I do not know." Is she talking about Treyni? Is Treyni's evolution the only thing holding back a second Breach? Oh crud.

"Thanks for the heads up, by way of apology for what happened before..." Several people dragged over a few wheel-barrels of saplings in burlap sacks of dirt. "I hope that these are enough to replace the ones that were lost in the initial kerfluffle." For some strange reason we can't take living monsters out of the dungeon but saplings are fine? I need to talk to the guy who made this system some time.

"I accept this gift in the spirit it was given." The Little Dryad gave a bow and left. Now than, internal dungeon affairs. I don't know how well this platform will stand up when Treyni hatches from her evolutionary cocoon but right now I have no choice. Stairs, safety rails, bunker, winter coats and as a final precaution fire power!

"Now how do I test this without punching a hole in my dungeon...? I did want to give Thing ranged fire power."

With Levi's help I was able to identify a area of the bay without any Lemurian's in it, as a additional precaution I told the sea dwellers to stay inside of the coral dome, and I made sure that none of Charles people were in the water at the time as well. I made a shooting hole in the palm of Thing's hand and set up my own magnum opus inside: the magic Rail Gun. With the Storm Caller's runes I was able to set up a metal hallway in the arm leading up to the hole and two animated skulls on either side. The Skulls attract a metal cannon ball that I created at high speeds and then repel the ball at High speeds. Using a Topaz from the Stormcaller's staff I was able to upgrade them to use lightning magic.

Lightning! Bolt! Fire!

The hall was consumed with lightning that grabbed the ball from down the end of the hallway and it released a sonic boom as it rushed down the hallway fast enough to smash open the sound barrier before the polarity was reversed at the last second to shoot the projectile, in the wrong direction!

"Archie is a billion times more useful than you two."

It took three more tries before the lightning bolt duo got it right, and I did it again after that just to make sure that they actually got it right. It was a awkward meeting with the adventurers and mages when it came time to actually study the breach, least of all because of me planting Lightning and Bolt in front of the door to blow away anything that tries to get through it. In any case we start with the expert opinions to begin with.

"You are right, it is very cold in here." Grimoire stated while waving a magic tool around in front of the door.

"The Breach started in the winter time, and this is a undead floor, will that affect what realm we connect to?" I asked standing to the side, quietly ignoring the adventurers and mages who were crowding around me for heat.

"Did this floor have a blessing from a god of death before you activated the breach?" Grimoire asked cocking a brow at me rather suspiciously.

"No, it was from Echidna." I replied bluntly.

"Not anymore though I take it, a god of fertility wouldn't be happy about their floor suddenly turning into a undead." Yeah. I really need to make it up to Echidna don't I? "It's more likely that the breach is entering one of the domains of the gods who blessed Leviathan."

Grimoire's explanation sent a chill down my spine.

"There was a big icy ship that was acting as the flag ship of the Leviathan fleet, could that be the one we were dealing with?" Grimoire shrugged his shoulders bluntly to my question. "Lets try doing it this way then. Ice and undead, what does that mean?"

"There's two that come to mind off the top of my head. I might be able to dig up more obscure ones with access to the mage's tower library." Grimoire held up one finger. "The first one to come to mind is Helheim, The Realm of the Dishonoured dead ruled by Hel."

"Dishonoured." I had an understanding, of sorts, but I lack context. Honour can refer to so many things thus dishonour can mean just as many. "I don't know what that means in this case, a more detailed explanation would be appreciated."

"Dishonoured means 'wronged by association' or 'betrayed.'" Julia followed up as she mused the implications. "You can be a saint all your life, but your child, your sibling, your ward, or someone else you were responsible for can screw up and you will take the blame for it. Helheim is neither hell for the evil nor heaven for the good: it is simply a place where the dead can redeem themselves."

"And also bloody cold from what I heard about it." Grimoire stated shivering as he went looking for a winter coat.

"Yes that too." Julia didn't disagree.

"And the Second." I asked watching as Grimoire came back triumphantly wearing a fur coat I had prepared for the expeditionary team.

"That would be Cocytus." If the look on Grimoire's face was any indication I wasn't going to like this. "The realm belonging to the dead treacherous and traitors, the kin-slayers, oath breakers and the like. It's Lucifer's domain." For some reason the word sent chills up my spine. "In Cocytus they're intermittently frozen solid and thawed out, remaining conscious the entire time."

"Why thaw them out?" I asked though I suspected I knew the answer.

"It hurts more that way." Yeah that's what I thought was going to happen. "Hel and Lucifer are very different people. Leviathan's figure heads were made in the image of the gods who blessed his ships, what did the one on the ice ship look like?" Grimoire asked tapping his foot.

"I don't know I was in the dungeon fending off Leviathan's raid. Charles or Apas might know, I might get a hold of the trio and ask them what was onboard the ship when they skewered it. If not we can get a idea from studying the schema's that they got out of the experience." I looked around at the dungeon, and at how big it had gotten.

"You're wondering about the size increase right?" Grimoire stated simply.

"Among other things. Any idea of where the giant centipedes keep coming from?" That was nagging at me for a while.

"It's not just you monsters that were caught up in the evolution process. Everything and everyone who was wrapped in the cocoon got hit with it, you've reanimated various insects in the limestone repeatedly before, they were likely caught up in the process."

"Aren't they dungeon monsters?" I asked sounding suspicious.

"Your mana can affect the surrounding environment, and your mana has been trained to reanimate dead tissue into proper living beings alot, you may even be able to reconstitute people who have died in your dungeon."

"If that's true this is a good place for training newbies." Julia stated by way of follow up.

"To answer the other question. A dungeon is built on complexity, the abilities and features of one bleeds into another. 'Levi' already has a function that lets her increase the space inside of the dungeon without expanding outwards. You should also check in on the third floor to make sure that no undead have started to appear." Well that would've been nice to have known a week ago!

"Go. This location is secure, if anything does attempt to enter through that door it will have us and your monsters to deal with."

I nodded my head as my consciousness floated, the Ifrit was originally a being made out of pure mana, so if I just treat this as breaking down material with my dungeon mana... for the first time since I reclaimed the first floor I re-entered 'dungeon Mode' I was ectstatic but I didn't have much time, my Fire Frost Fiend body was already trying to put itself back together, Levi I need you to identify any undead that has appeared in your floor immediately. And then I was back, my body having reconstituted itself.

"Okay, that's being looked after for now." I think. "I'll have to look at re-entering the third floor eventually."

"Following on earlier, rather than saying that you're limited to three floors, it would be more accurate to describe them as 3X3 floors."

"Does that mean I can expand the floors even more than what I already have?" I asked cocking a suspicious brow.

"It's a gamble I would think, with the first floor there shouldn't be any problems but the third already has a blessing on it, you don't want to go around making changes that the god who blessed the floor wouldn't approve of would you?" Grimoire stated looking at me curiously.

"I don't even know how much I can alter my floors anymore." As I breathed a sigh I looked at the seal ominously.

"I need to see Apas in her room now." She was the only witness we had of Leviathan leading up to it's death after all.

I flew up Thing's armoured body, Apas's boss room was located in one of thing's shoulders, she was currently sleeping off the last pounding that I gave her in her nest, I woke her up, and before we could go another round I asked her for everything she knew about Leviathan's flag ship, and my worst fear was realised: something deep and instinctual in my being confirmed that the entity made of ice in Apas's memories told me exactly what I was looking at, the Fallen Angel himself Lucifer.