The beverage had an interesting taste, thanks to the spices and toxins in it. Making it quite a spicy drink, the fish was roasted on a grill while being submerged in various sauces every so often. The taste of the dish worked greatly with the drink making sweet but spicy harmony.

The meal calmed my mind and heart, I ate it so quickly that I didn’t even realize my plate was already empty. After one more drink I left that building to see something growing with a dungeon power. Roots and bark flew everywhere forming a big tree trunk that stood imposingly high above us it’s roots surrounding the island submerged in salty waters digging deep into underwater deposits.

Most people knew about those thanks to many expeditions.These deposits were never tapped because of the desolate islands around and not enough farmland to sustain a permanent underwater mine. Even if they shipped food here the sand and somewhat cracked seabed made a shitty and dangerous foundation for any mine.

When the tree stopped growing in height it detonated it’s top part from which the upper branches surged out slowly splitting to regular sized sticks. After a while deafening roar of an explosion arrived traveling from the top.

While that was happening the roots began changing to a mix of red, silver and black. The power helpfully supplied that the roots were reinforcing themselves with massive amounts of iron and tungsten. The black color was the result of adaptation made by the core, this tree will be able to fully utilize the power from the sun thanks to it.

Next the mushrooms started moving slightly below the upper branches merging themselves with the tree, their job apparently was to catch vapour and ambient mana from the atmosphere. The tree crown soon began sprouting leaves in every colour possible. More warm and cold colors appeared next to the main trunk while the regular leaves popped out on the rest of the branches.

My power answered my silent question. Apparently by shifting the colour of the leaves and bark it will be possible to affect the climate of the whole region, making traveling safe or absurdly dangerous by summoning a permanent storm around the tree.

Not only that from the central point of the tree a set of stairs slowly descended. Gen took me up there and I noticed that the tree is quite cramped with big tanks that holded liquified and refined mana and various creatures that were able to fire off giant spines in irregular intervals making attacking the island from the air a literal nightmare. From the upper branches hanged little balls that could explode in a flurry of small spikes.

Some branches were able to move, even bend like a whip and with the same power destroy anything that survived the initial onslaught of the higher range defences.

After exploring the tree both from inside and outside (Gen’s claws helped with exploring outside). We went to the frontlines, the enemies were huge and an endless roar of explosions sounded there it was deafening. But the most surprising thing was that they were fighting monsters from another dungeon.

While napkins dropping magical bombs that dealt physical damage and mages dealing absurdly high magical damage. Our side didn’t have any psionic damage dealers and no illusion makers, but even without them they fought admirably.

The opposition had every type of unit that you would find in a sapient army but their damage was nullified by specialized healers and mages from our side. The fight was in a stalemate that only consumed resources, I catched myself thinking about the feelings projected by the core from my new power.

I gave my suggestion’s to Gen while I watched the fight. Not long after my report about the enemy being a dungeon a deafening clap sounded as if something broke the sound barrier. I closed my eyes due to the noise, but the moment I opened them there was no more frontline…

Only a giant crater was left with a floating crystal ball near the bottom, mana was almost visible as the enemy core moved it to make a new floor and spawn points. It’s efforts were wasted as our dungeon quickly flooded the whole island with Its territory. Effectively preventing anyone and anything establishing any magical domain here. The foreign crystal tried stubbornly only to be catched in a net from manulia.

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Manulia is a resource often used in cages or devices meant to temporarily disable the target from being able to use mana. When the core was fully wrapped in several folds of the net. It was then simply put in the crate and shipped back into the main shaft.

I explored the Island until midnight while eating plants I found. They strengthened my body by a small amount, a testament to absurd dungeon biology skills that were passive in his territory. Every living being was slowly adapting and becoming increasingly resistant, more robust and adjusted to high mana density.

While returning with Gen to my room, suddenly mana became moving quickly to the center of the dungeon. The whole area became devoid of mana in the matter of seconds only to be flooded by a wave of evolutions to every species. Each evolution was minor, only changing the creature's ability to use mana.

Before, every creature was dependent on the core's mana reserves. After the change they could gather mana on their own, which was a quite logical explanation for the extreme mana level that permeated the whole island.

This amount of mana (in nature) could only be found in dragon lairs that soaked their mana over the millenia. The exposure normally leads to mana sickness and then death from mana overexposure.

But my body was holding out fine, now that I look at it I noticed that my glowing feathers had some crystals that slowly grew and became more luster. It was hypnotizing to look at after about an hour a third of my feathers detached themselves only to regrow with a crystalic core that was connected to my bones or muscles.

After three hours of shedding feathers and regrowing them, my body became blueish with a silver tint. I also noticed that I could move and store mana easily. My whole body also felt lighter, my power said that it was modified by the core to be able to survive in this level of mana. My muscles and bones are apparently made out of small organisms that are too small to see with a naked eye.

And now each of those cells have small cores, making me someone with a big amount of small monster cores inside my body. It was terrifying and amazing at the same time because monsters don’t need to use incantations or anything, they just can bend mana to their will without the need for tattoos.

While it was good that I no longer needed to study all those boring incantations, my body was becoming closer to the monster and rumors said that any sapient being born from a monster or modified using monster tissue, becomes unstable and needs to be put down before killing everyone.

My chain of thoughts was broken by a group of humanoid creatures with carapaces and genitals similar to mine. The cores voice echoed through my mind saying:

-”You don’t need to worry about becoming a beast, the change was already happening. All I did was extract your crystals from tattoos and prevent you from dying and becoming another dungeon. These creatures were modeled after you and then I gave them every necessary ability and body part to satisfy you. I won’t bore you with details but to say the least they will be able to both keep you alive in a fight and allow you to satisfy any of your urges”.

And after saying that it’s voice faded, leaving me alone with a bunch of insectoids who literally picked me up and placed me on a table.

Their genitals began rubbing against my feathers and skin, while their hands began caressing every part of my body. One of them even began liking my feet, while the other was passionately cleaning feathers around my ass with its tongue.

One frail looking insectoid began liking my balls while the other was forcing my dick inside his ass. The last one soon joined by choking me with his dick. After I ejaculated I looked at the choking one and made him kneel before me, after he complied I began voilently raping his mouth while others made love to my feet and ass.

The frail one kissed me on a cheek before licking off my sperm from his body. Then from the wall emerged vines that began forcing themselves into my ass and dick. While that was happening insectoids started putting their whole arms inside of my ass, so as a revenge I did this to the frail one which screeched in delight. He’s cute face made me want to suck him off.

So I did, his dick while hard was also soft in places and it’s taste reminded me of the meal I ate in the morning. When the frail one cummed all over me I decided to name him George. George couldn’t be more happier from receiving a name as the first one.

To make him show his gratitude I asked him to fuck me in the bath until his sperm fills the tub, while he was doing that others also came to bathroom. Their bodies transformed themselves to be more frail and weak looking. This excited me as I ordered the shortest one to force his dick into my throat and not put it out until his cum can’t fit inside me.

Others were tasked with massaging my eyes with their assholes or trying to fit their dicks inside my ears. The sun was half way up and yet the tub wasn’t full so I asked for more participants. And soon I felt dick of a fish entering my own dick. Fish people's genitals were small when they weren’t in mating season….