It’s been two days since everyone cleared out, and now I have enough time to just sit down and think about it all.

And I conclude that I’m completely emotionally unstable. It stares right there in my face. I’m a nervous wreck, incapable of making rational choices. I have to accept that. I mean, I look back at what I’ve done, and it’s sickening. I’m just glad nobody I know is here to see it.

I mean, first I kill someone, then I move heaven and earth to save the same person, then I feel bad that he just leaves me, not even a goodbye, feel bad… he did not even turn around and say 'thank you'. One lousy 'thank you'.

And forget about letting me know how he's doing. Okay. I understand the kid is young. But his father should know better. Not even one message. One invitation to have a pint of ale in some old tavern somewhere, just to thank me properly. Nope. Nada. Zero. Out of sight, out of mind.

Ungrateful bastards.

And what about the dwarfs? They came to take a few precious stones I have in my possession, to rob me and kill me in the process. So, I put them in jail, locked them up, could have killed them, and had every right to do so. And could have made fortunes from their souls. But no. I not only let them go, but I give them a whole freaking mountain to dig.

Where does this end?

No wonder my wife tended to get upset at me.

Even worse, now that I helped everyone out, they don’t need me anymore. Nobody comes. Unbelievable! Nobody. The second day in a row. I feel abandoned. Devastated.

And what bothers me even more is the fact that it bothers me in the first place. I mean, I don't even know those people. Why should I care?

The dwarfs I bet are still getting organized, getting all the gear they need. The way we went through pretty much everything they had, I bet it would take them some time to get organized again. But then, with those short fellas, you can never know. They've already proved to be more resilient than anyone could expect.

But I’m really hurt that I do not see Uglyface and his kid here. I mean, I put the kid back on his feet again. It was not easy. Cost me… It does not matter what it cost me. I am glad I could help. But… where the hell are they?

Have they forgotten about me already? Am I going to be like an old grandpa abandoned at some nursing home, left to fire dirty jokes at stuff and old grannies just to get some attention?

If that is the case, I better get me some company. She’ll be full of curves, wear a white mantel with black stockings, and she will enjoy when I pinch her butt and wiggle at her from time to time. Shit. I can’t believe I’m actually thinking about that. What a sad man I became. Well, a sad spirit that is.

On a positive note, the Energy is still being produced from everything they brought it. Most of it is still not decomposed. Goblins are just bones and rags, and I’m estimating, they’ll probably be gone in a day or two.

So, I can’t complain about that. It seemed what we did for me to level up was just a start. The Dungeon appetite seems to grow daily, and that made it possible to produce more than three thousand energy units so far, cleaning the whole mess up. Yeah, you cannot smell a cow fart anymore in my dungeon. Nothing. Not even the scent of a dwarf. It’s great.

But… I feel… lonely. Abandoned. I know there is Oollie and Whitehead here, but I can’t help feeling the way I do.

My whole life I was around people, and I would think that after all the recent fiasco, I would enjoy just a little break. But I just can’t. I don’t think I was feeling this lonely… like never.

And then, dark thoughts start to cloud my mind. I know I should not be thinking about them. But… what the hell. Maybe I should behave more as a merciless dungeon and less as a life-saver cave. Maybe then they would respect me. Maybe I could create humans who would never leave me.

Just as I start to seriously contemplate that, I receive a message, an invitation. Hurrah! Somebody wants me. Actually, it’s for that card game. But this time they are asking me to confirm my attendance.

It seems serious.

It even says where it is to be held and draws me a map of how to get there. Tom's Tavern of Bad Repute. That's what the place is actually called. How would you not want to go there and see it? I mean, you just have to. It red dots three different routes for me to take. Says it’s two days by boat down the river, three by the carriage on a country road, or seven on foot, cutting over fields and using shortcuts.

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I guess I would need to secure the Dungeon before I leave. I can’t leave it vulnerable like this.

Its health has improved to 60 percent now, and there is no trace of the hole in the Core’s wall or the leaking roof in the Waterfall Cave. Even the Main Entrance seems to have shrunk by a good fifty percent. I’m assuming I will need to put some granite swabs rebuilding the gate or the dungeon might just close that entrance completely. Not a problem for me since I can go through it, but nobody else would then be able to enter. Yeah, I am not ready for that. So, I’m thinking I will take down the self-healing option when the front entrance gets covered up another few meters or so.

And as soon as the dwarfs come, I’ll ask them to rebuild that entrance, ask them to discount it from the future earnings. I hope they will not give me a hard time over that. Otherwise, I’ll have to get the Constructor to spam me a little stone mason or someone like that.

So, yeah, I could theoretically speaking, get myself all organized and ready to go in a month's time.

It definitely would be good to meet other administrators. And pick their brains out. I’m not worried about the game. I could figure out that game in no time. I bet they have plenty of guides on the Galactic Marketplace I could buy and study them before the game day. So, yeah. I’ll accept.

I go to the Core and decide it’s about time I figure this thing out, once and for all.

What is it that you can do, my marvelous lifemaker?

I have a lot of creatures to make and a lot of cards to assign.

First of all, I want to know where exactly I am. Sure I can see far and wide, but… I want to know more. That’s pretty much what I did yesterday. I got into Whitehead and we ran the forest for a while together with Milly and Willy, our two wolf partners. Not much is there around. Thick pine trees and a few deer and rabbits. I did not dare go close to a village, and there were a few scattered farms with sheep further up north.

Oh, yeah, and we picked four more wolves to the pack. The one is the wolf I burned the nose, earning himself the proper name of Nousey. He came timidly to Whitehead and took some time to start running with us, getting closer to us with each meadow we ran over. The other one is a female with two little cubs.

I let Whitehead take the lead in the end, and I let him take us to this cave about a mile to the left of the Dungeon Entrance. I'm betting that those are his pups. They followed us all back, and now they are all inside the Dungeon, helping themselves to the extra smoked and crispy dog treats.

As soon as I allowed the pups and the girlfriend to come along, my bonding with Whitehead went through the roof, and as of this morning, it was close to 45 percent. I know once I hit 50 I will be able to see through his eyes even when I’m not inside him. That could come in very handy when scouting.

But, I realized, there are better ways to do that. What am I? Just because this is the early dark ages here, doesn't mean I have not lived in modern times.

Oh, yeah.

Running around the forest yesterday made me think why should I limit myself only to the ground? What is stopping me from going up, up to the sky? Crazy no? As if the sky is limited to someone smarter than me. And it would be so cool. See the world from the eagle's point of view. Yeah. That’s what I want. An eagle or a raven, whatever I can afford.

I remember when I watched GOT, it always mesmerized me the way they sent ravens with messages from one place to another. And even more fantastic were those people they called Wargs and the way they were getting into the minds of animals. And now I can do that here. And it’s not just their mind. I take control of all their bodies. Crazy cool!

Well, not to any animal.

There are restrictions and I already know the preconditions of getting into the minds of creatures. I just have to make sure that whoever I build would fall under the acceptable category.

Yeah, so, I’ll build a raven. Not any kind of raven. One I can bond with really fast. Is there one with a language option so I can even talk to people? Would that be something? How many people would I send to an asylum when they go and tell others they talk to a raven and that a raven talked back to them? Just the idea of it all pleases me. Except here… I don’t think there are any asylums. It's the Middle Ages settings here, I bet, it’s a burning a witch at a stake thing. It might as well be that you say how you see a ghost, and up in smoke your ass goes. I do not know.

And the bird, I bet I could get to that Tavern in less than a day. Funny, they did not provide that option. Strange that they do not consider flying. Or maybe they do, and I just do not know about it.

Yeah, a raven or a good bird like that would be perfect.

That way I can also fly down, and see if the kid is doing okay.

But before I buy anything, I want to see all the scrolls I have, hoping I might have one for a crow. Shame to say it, but I did not go through the entire stack before. When I saw it was mostly spiders and other monsters, I stopped.

I think it’s time to go through them all now. I mean, why would I want to buy a license to construct a raven if I already have one?

It turns out I do not have any license for anything flying. Not even a small little bat. I can see right away that might have been a huge tactical mistake of the last dungeon administrator. I mean, just imagine all the intel they could provide them with.

Blind, ignorant losers. No wonder they lost.

But, what I do find is one very interesting document.

It says, the Story of the Dungeon's Constructor. Cool. Quiet day. I let Oollie go and play with doggies as the little pups have become something of a fascination to him. And I will stay and read this. Sounds right. Just need a comfortable rocking chair, a tobacco pipe, and some good old scotch.

That makes me realize. No freaking way I will ever spill a good brew and feed it to the Dungeon again. What a waste!

I guess that’s what you do when you panic. You do crazy stuff. Need that rocking chair and need to start to relax. Will definitely ask the dwarfs to build me one. I dare them to say 'no',