The morning went smoothly. He was awake before Seru so he took it upon himself to retrieve breakfast for the both of them. He was able to use the desk the same way he could the tables outside, so he was able to get room service for no extra charge. He summoned a big breakfast of fruits, pancakes, turkey bacon, scrambled eggs, strawberry oatmeal, and juice.

The smell of the food was enough to wake up Seru.

“Good morning Seru.”

“Good morning, Lord Amon.” she paid her respects and knelt before him instead of just pouncing on the food. He had made his plate and sat down on the edge of his bed by the time she got out of bed.

“You don’t have to hold formalities when it’s a private space. We’re family now, Seru.”

She paused for a while, holding the position without speaking. Was she having some kind of internal conflict? Once she looked up at him, she was smiling brightly.

“Yes sir!” she exclaimed.

Her earnest nature made him fix his gaze on his food while she inspected the breakfast.

“Have you ever had any of this before?”

“No, but I’m sure it’s as good as whatever you gave me last night.”

“Oh, those were lemon pepper wings and fries. What kinda stuff did you guys eat back home?”

“Mostly tree bark and other plants. Roasted meat when we could afford to hunt game.”

He couldn’t even imagine having to consume tree bark to survive, and he didn’t want to continue to remind her of such harsh conditions, so he charged the subject.

“Since my class is dungeon master, that obviously means I have a dungeon that I’m in charge of. Right now, our mission is to develop this dungeon. I created it last night and today you and I are going to take our first trip into the dungeon. After that, I’m going to decide which new summons I should call. Since you’re my first and hold seniority, I want you to help me decide which ones we should go for after we check out the dungeon. Then we have to go shopping for new clothes and equipment. After all the preparations are done, we’re going to start developing the dungeon.”

These weren’t exactly instructions, he was just running the current plan by her so she was aware of what was going on as the day progressed. He couldn’t tell if she thought they were orders or not since all she gave him was a nod and a salute between her eating her food.

Once they were done, he finally responded to the prompt given to him the previous night and transferred them to his dungeon.

There was only one thing of immediate note within this new world and that was the absolutely massive tree that looked more like it was growing on top of the ground rather than in it. The roots were massive, to the point where they were standing dozens of feet above the actual floor because they had spawned in on one of the roots.

In every direction, on the horizon, there was an endless field of grass that stretched much further than even his enhanced eyes could see. It was all empty and untouched. It was a serene sight to witness. Even Seru was captivated by it all.

‘What would you like to name your dungeon?’

He didn’t hesitate. Now dubbed The Kingdom, he smiled to himself.

‘Floor One Guardian needed, would you like to appoint a Guardian?’

The only person he could’ve set was Seru, but he didn’t want to do it. He saw what being a Guardian would come with responsibilities, but also distinct bonuses. If the boss room of this floor was ever to be breached, Seru would be summoned to combat the enemy. He was sure that she would be a great boss monster, but he didn’t want to use her so soon. It’d be cooler to save her for the boss of the second to last floor, or the appointed guardian and last line of defense before they got to his throne room on the last floor.

Until someone was chosen, he would have to serve as the temporary boss of the floor. The root they were currently standing on was similar to the branch that he had entered from in the tutorial, seeing as it had an entrance to the trunk of the tree connected to it. He walked in, trailed closely by Seru, and found nothing in the room wooden altar with a white gemstone hovering above it.

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He knew a lot of things about this dungeon instinctively. For instance, this was the core of it. It would always reside in the deepest depths of the dungeon because this was the life force behind everything in this world. No matter what, he had to make sure that this single gem was always protected.

He also knew that this source of power was usable. For the time being, he would manually control the entire dungeon, but over time? Creatures in the dungeon would be able to make sacrifices to the core and completely change what all the core could and couldn’t summon on its own.

For now, even with his direct involvement, there wasn’t much that could be done with the dungeon. He could spend some DP to add rooms and hallways so that one wouldn’t immediately enter the core room and create some facilities.

He scrolled through the list of available facilities, wincing at their prices. Even a lowest grade facility, grade one, was 50,000DP just to build it! He was so thankful that he received vouchers for free top grade facilities.

Even with the vouchers, there were a bunch of off limits things. He couldn’t make any facility with a pre requisite of any kind, but that still didn’t stop him from scrolling through them and getting an idea for what the end game of this would look like. He wasn’t all too surprised when he saw things like wyvern stables and castles. He was slightly impressed when he noticed that he could eventually summon things like a congress or supreme court. He was completely caught off guard by the eventual appearance of things like dyson spheres, galactic empires, and railguns.

He scrolled back up to the things within his reach and consumed all three of his vouchers immediately. He received the opportunity to set where each of them would be, so he placed one on the root he was standing on and the other two on the nearest root, which he could barely see even though this was where the two were closest.

They were all built immediately. The one on his root was revealed to be a training area. It was a rectangular space that had no walls or ceilings, just wooden dummies and bins of wooden weapons. The other two facilities were a blacksmithing station that produced a single anvil and hammer, and a single hut with a simple sleeping mat inside.

Even though they were top grades, they were still level one since they had just been summoned. He could immediately level them up if he had the DP for it though.

What differentiated these top grade facilities from the lowest grade ones was the fact that, with each grade increase, its upper limits were increased as well. A grade one blacksmith would have a level cap of 10 before it has to be prestiged to a grade two and start all over. Grade five facilities had no level cap. On top of that, grade five facilities come with a 100% guarantee to create a Master.

This meant that the training area would produce a master trainer, which he would personally make use of to make sure that he was the best fighter he could possibly be. The blacksmith would obviously get him a master forger, and production classes were clearly the backbone of everything. With better items, he’d have an advantage against other Players plus the dungeon floor itself would be better equipped to defend from invaders.

The hut was the only real gamble. It was meant to be a home for the race that would populate this floor. Would it produce a great planner, a village elder, a master father for those in the house? He was hoping it would be a leader that could bring together whatever other races he decided to put on the floor and keep them organized.

‘Hut has been created. Available races: Goblin, Blue Moon Wolf, ???. You can use a summon card to guarantee the rarity of the race.’

This game was definitely complex. He could eventually work his way up to a grade five that guaranteed a master, but what did that mean if he could only produce uncommon races? Surely it couldn’t compare to a mythic rank master.

He wanted his starting race to be mythic, but he also wanted a mythic summon for outside of the dungeon. Would he eventually be able to turn it into a summon if he gained its trust the way he did Seru?

He knew he didn’t want any wolves on the first floor so that left goblins as his only real choice. He was curious if he could get any information on the ??? so he clicked it. The extra information was there, it was just a bunch of ???’s as well, which told him absolutely nothing. He tried to go back, but he was stuck on the screen. Apparently, he only had one chance to pick.

What a shitty game design.

He moved forward and it asked him to confirm if ??? was the race he wanted to choose. He said no, but it moved him forward anyway. He could not either use a card to pick a rarity or randomize it and try his luck.

He wanted to cuss, but Seru was standing beside him and watching him fiddle with the System. He had never tested it before, but he was glad that she could see it as well.

He exhaled slowly and went to pick the mythic card. No matter what this race was, if he locked the rarity to mythic it would surely be powerful.

‘??? are a custom race, therefore they cannot be mythic. Would you like to make it legendary?’

He sighed again, but he agreed. A custom race couldn’t be that bad, right? And it was legendary, like Seru. If she was the benchmark, he’d be fine. That was a sturdy foundation.

‘Custom race created: Amonian. Amonians, like the one whose image they were made in, are a peculiar mixture of both humans and dragons. They harmonized in such a way that allowed for the best traits of humanity to be boosted by the draconic blood and the poor ones to be overtaken by the better alternatives of the dragons. Only the absolute best of both races is present within these people.’

He turned to look over at the hut, but all he could really make out were three black specs. He swore he saw one of them move though.