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Chapter 24 : new Day / Growth potential
Not knowing what to do with the bottle of apparently wine or some-such liquid in his hand, but also not wanting to disrespect this most likely hard to acquire gift he was given, the bottle was stored in his room, the fuck room.
Now having his hands free and a so far not much shedding dog waifu trailing along with his every step, he went to work. Not hard work, more like minecraft grind work. He might not know where in this games the diamond ore blocks spawned, but this wasn´t minecraft and who cares about one ninth of a cubed meter sized diamonds when he just struck red gold.
Not that he just found redstone, but instead he found an iron ore vein. It even tasted like blood so it must be iron.
He still had not ever held or even sniffed a single piece of geological literature in his grabby hands, so he had no idea of how structurally sound iron ore itself was to make a roof or support pillars out of.
Instead Karl-Heinz abused his “crafting” spell so much in displacing matter that the system was forced to inform him of a new spell in his list. “Mining” was the ominous name given to his newest abuse of this worlds lack of consistent physic laws.
The pop up was so sudden that he jerked in surprise hard enough, for Laka to jump to action. She grabbed his torso like a American football and charged thru the imagined enemy line of defenders right to the home goal of the start of the tunnel that lead down to this new second lower level of the bunker.
Not minding being rescued, by being again mushed into soft sexual padding, Karl-Heinz get some time out, as Laka hunkers down and watches him and the new constructions for what ever may be dangerous.
Karl wasn´t feeling threatened so this was the perfect moment for him to try and poke some fun at the jumpy cat dog alien wife babe. He poked fun at her by poking her butt, making her twitch in shock and bodyguard tackle over Karl-Heinz as a body shield.
Not quite regretting his first attempt at poking fun, as he again was mushed into the warm padding, he tried his second poke verbally. “You are a good pussy, you know that?”
Laka relaxing and retracting a bit from him, but still looming over his half laying form, cocked her head sideways like a questioning dog would do.
This lead Karl-Heinz to do the only acceptable move a weirdo like him could do in this situation. He booped the snoot, then started to giggle letting his belly jiggle.
The confusion in Laka now had another layer added, leading her to do the next step of confusion. She cocked her head in the other direction and got a sterner look on her face. Yet she did know that Karl wasn´t fully sane and backed of him and offered him a hand to help him stand up, like a gentle lady should always do.
“I guess you won´t explain yourself with the nose touching, but what startled you just now that you almost tripped back there?” Laka asked whilst they walked back to the ore vein again.
“Eh just more annoying pop up messages in my vision.” He waved of nonchalantly, whilst going back to the ore. Not communicating more, Karl then wanted to try out his newest, most likely overpowered cheating spell. He had no description or idea of how to properly use or what the spell does, so he just thinks that it would be very helpful to cut and shape the ore in the vein, into 30kg blocks with hand hold holes on the sides.
Lucky for Karl-Heinz, that is exactly what the Ore did, turning the red stone into neat stacks of carry-able, stack-able blocks in nice rows and rows. The bad thing is that he can see his blocks going all the way to the unfinished, natural ceiling of the now ore storage room and most likely acting as support pillars.
“Hurrrrrrray !” Karl grumbled with a lot of sarcasm in his voice.
Karl-Heinz being confusing is a given by now to Laka, so she just gently pets his head and asks. “What is the problem ? can´t you just shape the rooms like you usually do ?”
Karl enjoyed the gentle affection and answered “Naaaa broa I want to keep the iron ore, turn it into iron somehow, but I got no clue how to start a smeltery here in the bunker. I also got issues with the ore blocks stacking up so high that you can´t get the ore block moved somewhere else.”
Laka then tried to be helpful spit-balling ideas. “Why not topple the stack with a rope pull from save distance or shoot the bottom of the stack so it collapses or dig under the stack that it falls over ...”
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“Great idea lets do that” Karl stopped Laka and then started to seemingly form stairs out of the side of the full ore storage room up to the top of a stack. He rushes up the stairs faster than Laka can realize and keep up with, the steps are to small for her to easily take. Once he reached the top of the room the ceiling forms a cavity for him to grab a now freed top block of the ore stack and lets it slide down a new slide.
The ore block isn´t the first one to use the slide though, as Laka´s step got changed into the slide, her massive body was send down the slide. Before Laka could vacate the bottom of the new fun ride like a good kid would do, if not out of safety to get the next ride on the slide, she got bumped by a block of ore that flowed after her, making her grunt in pain.
The grunt wasn´t noted, causing the follow up ore block to come faster than she can extract herself fully from the first one. This causes a slightly less grunt of pain, as the impact gets slightly cushioned from the half lifted first block.
By the third block Laka managed to somewhat escape the flow of ore chunks, but not without severely suppressed internal curses towards her husband. After the fifth ore block Laka manages to sort her self out and call out a husband appropriate response. “Hubby stop! They are just turning into a pile of rubble down here!”
The sixth block is the last one to slide, the slide changes back into a set of stairs. The stairs once Karl gets down far enough to notice his mistake, widen to double its size,
Once he stands next to Laka again, who out of pride manages to hide her bruising, he recasts his spells and restacks the blocks and even fixes his mess of chipped corners and cracked blocks.
“Do you know how to smelt iron ore?” Karl-Heinz questioned Laka, whilst not resisting the urge to pet the big doggo next to him on all fours.
Laka would wag a tail rather hard if she ever had had one in her life, but this gives her the chance to stay stoic on the outside, whilst her inside was melting in blissful affection. Letting a short but soft “Nooo” slip out of her lips.
“Damm it!” Karl cursed, turned his head around and yelled up the hall to the rest of the bunker. “Does any one of you know how to turn Iron ore into metal!?” Which lucky for his intention echoes and carries back to others in the bunker.
No answer comes back after a reasonable 20 second wait, but the impatient wait for a confirmation of heard question gets satisfied before the question could be re yelled, by the sound of hectic footsteps shuffling around.
“Sounds like I poked the beehive into action.” Karl-Heinz then turns back to what he was actually doing and ignores the ore problems entirely, instead he goes back to digging holes and crafting them into rooms.
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Later on in the day and after getting that mild satisfying feeling of having done his daily quest grind, Karl-Heinz finds himself in the company of a less worn out Tris bodyguard. Laka again took her leave after her shift was over, but she again spend way more time around Karl-Heinz than all the other girls ever do.
This oddity lead to Karl-Heinz going into the big gathering multi purpose room and craft a board into the wall next to the main entrance.
Board is a to fancy descriptor, it was an instead of sunken into the rock, outstanding engraving. An engraving depicting all the nick names and the few names Karl could remember of his harem.
First Wife snek Sarsa
Second Wife Vaskra
Shark waifu Tris
Guardian mother bear doggo waifu Laka
Goth waifu
Crotch sex Goblin
And that was where his memory of notable mentions ended.
The room was a bit confused, but no one commented as no one, except for Tris, on that list was currently present.
So Karl nodded at a job shitty done but happy at a bit of his inner memelord satisfied and went back to crafting more stuff. He half forgotten that he had promised to make a gun for Tris, but she didn´t remind him. So he instead went ahead, strolled out of the bunker to catch some evening sun and turned what ever pieces of wood, shrubbery or trees into all kinds of furniture.
He was so productive in this workaholic inspiration of carpentry, that he even made some chairs and beds that could hold up the larger wifes mass and some of there comfort desires. When his deforestation spree had finally ebbed away to tiredness and hunger, Karl had cleaned out the village ruins above the bunker and its surrounding area of all wood and wood containing plants.
The last few twitches of his inspiration was a nice crate full of wood and stone dildos, which he made after he heard the bitching and sarcastic jokes of earned some dicking for this much work.
As Karl-Heinz was about to get back to his next crafting task on his list, which would most likely be to turn food into internal body energy as he was feeling hungry, whistles could be heard in the distance, shortly followed by a war cry of a charging army.
His current bodyguard Tris managed to see this change of events faster than him and thus decided to overrule any decorum in favor of expediency. She grabbed him like a over-sized football, and then carried him on her back like a sack of potatoes, at full sprint down into the bunker.
Down in the bunker yells of alarm and hurried rushed footsteps could be heard. Sarsa and Vaskra where quickly setting up the defensive positions and arming everyone with everything they had at hand.
Tris stopped next to Sarsa, offloaded Karl-Heinz, halfheartedly saluted, then sprinted of back to the entrance of the bunker.
Laka was right next to Karl waiting by Sarsa and looked fully armed and ready to raise hell in his defense.
Karl-Heinz said “nope!” not listening to what orders where barked around him in the mad scramble and walked to the entrance of the Bunker.
Not even trying to doubt if his plan would work, be smart or even hint to others that he was planning to do something. Karl-Heinz then “crafted” a whole Vietnam jungle war worth of simple trap holes with stone spikes at the bottom all around the outside of the remains of the ruined village. Karl also crafted a sink hole in which he trapped Tris, to her strong surprise and loud swears and curses.
Nodding happy at his above ground work and the curses of every other wife he trapped on the outside in sinkholes, he walked down back into the bunker and again “crafted” the ground so that the sinkholes with wifes connected back to the bunker.
More curses could be heard from Tris as she came storming towards Karl, the others meandered there way to the bunker entrance as well. So Karl started stage two of his “nope!” plan. He closed up and filled out the tunnels leading to the bunker and sealed the exit stairs that lead to the surface in a solid 3 meter thick layer of rock.
Again nodding, happy with his work, whilst being questioned by wifes and a bit shaken from Tris, Karl then walked closer to Sarsa and asked. “No point fighting an army and I don´t feel a fight right now, so where should I dig towards ? Also we might need to do this fast as I don´t know how much air we got left to breath or how to make new or fresh air. Also the ones up top might try to trow stuff into air vents so I don´t wanna make some nearby.”
Sarsa looked a bit stunned at the still being shaken by Tris Husband of hers.