------------- Plainsheart Ministry of Truth -------------

There were two or three people sitting on the pews, hunched forward. Maybe they were praying silently, or maybe they had fallen asleep. The priest wasn't really sure, but he didn't want to interrupt them either way. Instead, he approached the man that had opened the doors with the back of his axe-head, revealing the noble sitting next to the carriage driver.

"Ah!", the priest exclaimed as he got closer, clasping his hands as he walked outside and up to the carriage. He got close enough for socially acceptable speech, but far enough to keep his distance from the royal. "Has the dungeon been identified, your grace?"

The lesser noble kept his appearance as someone only cordially interacting due to breeding, keeping his eyes forward and his expression drowsy. "Perform your ceremony. We will deploy an oversight party to manage the resources."

The priest didn't want to keep his smile, but did anyway due to fear of what would happen if he didn't, though the beliefs of the religion he preached demanded he not do that. Still, it wasn't as if a priest had to be a member of the religion he spread. "For the ritual of Honest Visage, I need to know the dungeon's name."

Overhearing this from the back of the wagon, the actual lead inspector internally hit herself upside the head. The fact that the dungeon was holy threw her off, and she didn't get the chance to tell anyone what to name it. There wasn't even time or stealth to slap the useless fake noble and tell him what to say. Hopefully he'd answer and it wouldn't be something dumb.

The lesser noble swallowed wrong, but cleared his throat as his face went red. He thought about what the dungeon was identified as. How would the royals react? How would the citizens nearby react? How would the enemy nation they were at war with react if they somehow learned about it? He also thought about what little he got to learn about the dungeon through the reports. There was a giant flying rock monster, that he had now seen. He didn't see it fly, but he trusted the reports. He didn't see any trace of it, as he never went into the dungeon, but there was a report about a dead giant that was crushed by something. He could only imagine that if that giant rock monster flew down on top of him, he'd be crushed too. Squished, was more like it. The lesser noble spoke barely a moment later. "Let it be known that the dungeon located at the edge of Bogsreach has been named Giant Squisher."

------------- Dungeon Hall -------------

The dungeon's self-image stood in its new small room, watching the zombies claw at the wall, just on the other side of the second new doorway. 'We need tools, don't we? This is going way too slow. You, zombie.' The dungeon pointed at the gelfling zombie he was interested in.

It turned around.

'You focus on digging through this hall and get to the tower.' The dungeon had thought of something he saw once, though he had completely forgotten the source. It was something dangerous and scary, and had a huge number of rooms built into the walls, accessible mostly from an internal spiral staircase. You could get to some of the rooms from other rooms, but not all of them. At the top was something magical, and the whole point to go there, but he didn't remember what it was. It didn't fit his old world at all, but his memory had to have come from there. He knew it had to. Was it from a game, maybe? He really couldn't remember. How did the wall rooms even work? Maybe the floor was slanted but you couldn't tell? That had to be it. He'd do the same thing, then.

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He looked around. 'No room here. If I got more of the new room emptied of dirt I could put it in there, but... well, there is the Forge Room. I mean yeah it's the cave, but... ah, screw it. I'll just do it and move it later. Not like more of those guys will keep coming in, right?'

As the dungeon grumbled to itself, it wandered and found itself in the cave room. In the center of the cleared space, it envisioned a copy of the forge it had researched awhile ago, and breathed out. It appeared, but looked wrong. He got closer and looked in between the bricks. 'What the hell? There's no coal? I spawned it, though.'

He went into the Research Room, and went up to the original forge, complete with coal. 'See? It's right here.' He tried to pick up one of the coal rocks, getting only the transparent image of the rock and the move popup option. 'I want this in the other one', he said what he imagined to be out loud, mostly to himself.

[Resource discovered: Coal]

'Seriously? If something is in something then I have to take it out to get its parts? Someone's screwing with me. I know they are. It's what I'd do to someone else, the dick.' He sent the sample into the research queue, and saw his option to move the coal rock cancel itself.

He looked around, seeing the abandoned campfire. 'Fine, then I'll just click everything, right?' He touched two of the rocks, getting different messages for each, maybe since one was rounded and the other wasn't. Still, the blackened remains of what used to be wood was another new resource, and he treated them all the same.

[Resource discovered: Throwin' Rock]

[Resource discovered: Skipping Stone]

[Resource discovered: Soggy Cinders]

He stood up and looked around. Seeing the light from his cell phone, he walked to it and looked at it. It still showed the app list that he was looking at before. He reached down, and poked a few of the app icons. 'Might as well do this if I want to get my music finally. Seriously I'm starting to lose interest, system. I can only be frustrated so much before I ragequit.'

[Non-Elemental Magic spell discovered: Calculator]

[Calculator added to Research queue.]

[Non-Elemental Magic spell discovered: Contact List]

[Contact List added to Research queue.]

[Non-Elemental]

[Error]

[Cheat Detected!]

[Development cost bypassed.]

[Dungeon Skill blueprint discovered: Settings]

'... wait. What? I was supposed to be able to edit settings on stuff that already exists? Okay then, system. Tell me how to do that. What do I need for it? Can I do something that's actually fun?'

There was no response.

The dungeon's self-image waited, but after nothing happening, he went back to what he was doing. Not everything he touched triggered something, but he was able to browse through his phone to the MP4 files he had made from different videos he found online. As he touched the first file...

[Resource discovered: ]

He didn't pay attention to the rest of the message. 'Expedite this!'