the seas churned throughout the dead planet. this was normal all planets were dead. "wait what is death." the god thought to himself he had often known of things that he should not know. "who are you?" wait you can hear me, well I guess that makes some kind of sense you are a god after all. "that doesn't answer my question." sorry I am the narrator I will be out of your hair in just a moment I just need to document your creation of life. "well okay then. this life thing sounds interesting maybe I will try it." the god gathered in his hand a concept of cognition and gave it the power to create. then he placed in on a mudball that was floating nearby. 

it took but a moment the first bacteria were created. the stone scared of this chaotic sea willed itself down into the mud for safety and it burrowed and burrowed and burrowed. then it reached a point where it could burrow no further it decided to sit there at the center of the world. it sat there and life had begun in the early years its influence spread to every corner of the globe. then life went on, things lived, things died, and things got smarter. through all this, the dungeon remained dormant for it was alone.

god: "ok narrator now that you saw the birth of life I have questions."

ok then what do you want to know

God: what the ____ is happening here

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oh that's simple you are simply the supreme being of this instance of reality which exists inside of a story that is being written by a young child with insomnia.

god: "surprisingly that actually makes sense to me. but I was talking about the dungeon it should have sentience i gave the power of thought."

well, that is because it has no reason to exercise thought. it needs nothing to survive. has nothing with which to communicate, or power to exercise into the world. these things will come with time and a lot of dumb luck. like a lot of dumb luck.

god: "well that makes some sort of twisted sense. what do I have to do to get it to think."

all you need is for a soul to actively choose to remain on the earth after death and actively demonstrate to the dungeon consciousness through a process of linking their minds causing the dungeon to quickly develop a personality after which it will slowly funnel quintessence from the divine realm into impure forms that can be used to practice magic.

god: "hold on magic is a thing."

sir this is a story being written by an anti-social nerd, it was either fantasy or highly advanced technology with artificial intelligence

good idea narrator

god: "who was that."

you do not need to know

god: hmm; "okay then. when do you think I can start seeing this magic."

not long at all. in fact, one of those hairless monkeys is taking the first steps to that goal over in the next chapter.

"wait what is a chapter!"

END CHAPTER