It's been a month since then. There's been nothin' but a whole lot of boring stuff.

But I'll summarise it nonetheless. After the deal was made, she started just pouring in materials like nobody's buisness. I got tons of stuff in me now. Anyway, she had used her connections to get all of the stuff she did. Advantage of being a princess I guess.

Heh. A princess. Still feels crazy.

So, I've been delaying stuff since then. Why? Because I have absolutely no idea how to go about this. I have so much material, but I don't know what to do with it. I know what I want to build, but honestly... I don't know where to start.

And I'm even starting to doubt myself. I wanted to build a dungeon because it felt pretty damn cool to have one, and to let my imagination free. But I'm starting to think it's just a waste of resources.

But I don't want to back out. It would feel like I was letting myself down somehow.

While I'm stewing with all my self doubt, a voice calls out. And it's a voice that I recognize. And that startles me. Deeply.

What are you waiting for?

The angel. I'd recognize that voice anywhere, I think. I'm surprised she's back to see me. I thought she'd be too busy vanquishing evil or something to come back for insignificant me.

You have surprisingly little pride, don't you?

Not. Nuh uh. Not surprising at all. But I prefer to look at that as a good thing, as pride cometh before the fall.

The angel chuckles. Almost melodious.

True. But having too little can also be a detriment.

I know. Oh, trust me, I know. But it's how I am, and I'm going to embrace that.

Wise words for a young soul, I must admit. However, they ring empty on your tongue.

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Hey, what the hell does that mean? And I don't have a tongue to speak of. Heh. Speak of.

It means that, child, that as much as you know, you have no belief in it. Or yourself.

That stopped my thoughts in its tracks. That was... disturbingly true, now that I thought about it. And I did not want to think about it. But I should, because not doing so would be worse.

You are smart. However, enough of this talk, I have come here with a purpose in mind.

As you have earlier stated, I do have better buisness than attending to a single mortal soul. But, as much I hate to admit it, I have made a mistake. You were supposed to reborn in a small poor family, and would be stripped of memories upon birth. However, I had been... distracted, and hence you ended up in this little child's pendant.

My master was enraged once he had found out about my mistake, and so he had told me to fix this myself, or else be stripped of my divinity, and be thrown into the Void. And so I give you two options. The first would be that I take you to an empty vessel, one of royalty.

Without my memories?

Yes, you shall be stripped of your memories. It is more for your own sake than any rules. The other option is that I... make a few changes to the pendant you are attached to, making you not very diffrent from a dungeon core. You may, after centuries, gain a body, but that is in the future. You will have all of the abilities a normal dungeon core will have, along with some special ones, again, as compensation for my failure.

Would it hurt?

The reincarnation process would be completely painless, however, I cannot say the same for you turning into a dungeon core. After all, this is the first time such a thing had been attempted. Or, might be attempted.

Internally, I sigh. Both options left a lot to be lacking, with a lot to be gained.

But there was never any choice, was there?

I don't think I'd ever want my memories to be gone. They are a part of me, and what makes who I am as a whole. There's no way I'd be the same person afterwards.

It'd just be the same as death. I'd be completely gone, replaced by a more confident, maybe handsome person with my face. Or in this case, soul. Why handsome? because, well, what royal isn't handsome?

I recall the image of the ugly king and mentally face palm.

Even though I'd outlast a lot of people, and may or may not have murdrous tendencies, I'd still be me. I'm not exactly sure on the tendencies thing, but if it existed, at least I'd have a chance of fighting it.

Besides, aren't dungeons meant to have danger?

The angel, who has been patiently (And amusedly, I can tell) sitting by and listening to my monologue is already ready, and just waiting for my tirade to end. Mostly out of politeness.

I give a mental nod, and again pretend to take a deep breath.

Somehow, the world turns into a more deeper dark, and slowly but surely, my thoughts drift off...