I obviously choose the tundra ecosystem and I marvel as the landscape in my cave changes, giving me a glimpse of what it's like outside and I find it extremely peaceful. I just float and stare for a while. Thinking about my past life, I want to try harder this time.

I've always been the type of woman that just goes with the flow. Thankfully I learned really young to live without any regrets, your very life choices form who you are and if you like yourself what's to regret?

Back to my dungeon, I had already decided to do a field dungeon and then at some point when I felt like the people were getting used to expecting it I would switch it up! Muahaha I feel like an evil yet merciful core.

I would reward people for completing my floors I'm not completely evil... I think. Now that this territory is mine I can see clearly so I start shaping my first floor to have snowy hills and dips trying to create some crevices people could fall into but not deep enough to kill them.

Obviously I just want them to learn some survival skills. That's was the whole point of this floor and at the end the system would reward them and they would become more knowledgeable. Skills were so awesome.

Obviously I'm a core so just the system for me but still after looking it over for a bit it's really cool, I even found a customer care button. Never heard of that before but it sounds useful as fuck!

Maybe it's one of my perks for being fucking stabbed and then run down! Oh man. That's unexpected, the rage I feel isn't very muted. Seems like a trap to lure me into losing my temper and doing something stupid and that just wasn't my style.

I pause everything and just do my fake breathing in and out. It kind of helps. I will not be ruled by rage. I summon one of my snow foxes finally and just take in the sight of the adorable fluff I've brought into this world. Don't judge me. All women love fluffy creatures, it soothes them.

I was raised to love all animals so being a dungeon core can only be great for me. I can't wait be surrounded by all the creatures I couldn't get close to in my past life. As the fox runs around the huge floor I feel like it's looking for something so I focus on it? Her. I think that means my creatures can breed or I can summon them.

I focus on myself and really think hard about summoning a male snowy fox, I hadn't even give that any thought when I summoned the first one but it works and I send him off to find her and help her in whatever her mission is.

But back to her, apparently while I was zoned out some tiny invaders came in to get out of the wind. The voles were surprisingly cute?

Decently sized with beautiful fur and completely clueless about the fact that they were being hunted. I kinda felt pity for them but I really wanted to see what happened when they died inside my dungeon. It didn't take long for my male fox to catch up to the female and they had coordinated really well together to take down the three voles that trespassed. I made the conscious effort to see if I could absorb one and it was a success, I could now create ice voles.

[Ice vole. Small mammal that is close to the bottom of the food chain in the tundra. They create tunnels to live in and have great memory. They use ice magic to reinforce their tunnels and burrows.]

I watched my foxes as they ate the two voles I had not absorbed, my instincts tell me it's not necessary to feed them and that it's wasteful because I can make them stronger with mana but I can't be bothered with that sort of thing, if I had a mouth and a stomach I would totally eat too.

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Plus I'm keeping my non existent fingers crossed I will end up with a bunch of fox kits. The mere thought made my core go heart shaped. Metaphorically of course. I summon a bunch of vole couples and send them on their way to get settled. While I'm at it I summon another fox couple and go back to my dungeon thoughts.

I need to make a functioning ecosystem before I even think about making a second floor but knowing the types I can use gives me so many ideas. I need more than two creatures to form an ecosystem so I hope it won't be long before some lone wolf or rabbit or something else comes in to check me out. My cave is big enough that I feel I could have a pro football field in here. Lots of space for critters.

Do bugs survive in the frozen tundra? I think so. I know grass lives under the snow I have here in my dungeon so maybe they are there too. This whole time I've been working I've just been floating around but I feel compelled to make myself an altar where I can sit. I don't want to be worshipped but maybe they could make a donation to a needy poor dungeon core.

As I laughed at my silly joke I make a simple rock table and carve my cute foxes all over it. I make a small dip in the table just big enough to fit my beautiful diamond shaped self. I didn't really think to check earlier but it turns out I'm still beautiful in this life. My core is a deep purple fading into black and it just screams me.

I'm very pleased with whoever shaped me into existence except for the whole double death thing. I made myself comfortable and decided I didn't want to see if my delvers would be merciful, I covered myself in a layer of stone larger than myself making sure to include some vents so I wouldn't become mana depraved and die.

Mana is such a wonderful thing, I can do pretty much anything with it as long as it follows the rules laid out in this universe. When my wonderful foxes killed our intruders I was rewarded with dungeon points. They let me go against the rules that the universe laid out.

Opening a world of possibilities to get into all kind of mischief. Muahaha yet again I feel kind of evil when I think of going against the rules set by a fucking universe. For now I hold back those urges, even though I let the foxes eat the voles I was still given three dp per vole. I really wanted to just groan and slump on the floor, I had always been terrible at saving money, as the eldest of eight children I never really had any money so once I got some I'd spend it right away on something I'd had my eye on.

I could already tell gaining dp would be like saving pennys for years before they could add up to something awesome. But my amazing plans were worth it so I would save them patiently.

I was a little surprised when it started snowing pretty hard inside my dungeon, I guess that's one of the perks of the ecosystem. It was magical, it was snowing but the snow wasn't getting any deeper as far as I could tell. My creatures were invisible well not to me.

I could just tell where they were but I could see my delvers having trouble finding them to have something to eat if they didn't have anything. I had decided I didn't want to see my creature being cut up in front of me so I chose the magical drop item. It was pretty straight forward, once you killed one of my critters they would randomly drop a part usable to the delver sometimes it would be meat and other times it would be claws or a beautiful pelt.

I was pretty envious of the delvers. You could tell with just one glance that my foxes has a super soft and fluffy pelt. And the voles didn't lag too far behind but you would need at least two of them to make a single glove. But I'm sure it would be worth it.

Time seemed frozen on top of my little? mountain, it didn't really seem to ever get dark which I thought was a little weird at first but I figured it might be like the poles back home and at some point it will be dark for a long time. I convinced one of my vole couples to live towards the front of the cave as bait for other creatures to wander in to my dungeon. It took a really long time before we got another guest.

I was content watching my dungeon grow, I was right and before I knew it they were a ton of vole babies running around the dungeon and shortly after both of my female foxes were expecting. I decided to summon two more male foxes since I wouldn't ask my pregnant females to attack intruders if they came and I'm so glad I did. The wolf that came knocking killed most of the voles at the entrance before all four of my foxes could get there to kill it. It didn't even eat them. It disgusted me. I wouldn't spare it. I told my foxes to kill it and let me absorb it.