The little fingers tapping away at their core was Dwyn, the young undine monster they had ignored since they got to the plateau.

She had been so quiet and unassuming that whenever the child glanced around their dungeon, she kind of just merged into the background. And then they kind of forgot about her.

In the time that they ignored her, Dwyn did not stay still.

The little den they made was now filled with objects and materials that Dwyn had harvested and made.

From a kelp-weaved hammock to a basket made from stems of kelp that contained dead fish, it is evident to the child that Dwyn was both intelligent and didn't need direct supervision.

As they observed all that Dwyn had made, Dwyn kept tapping on their core to get their attention.

After a couple minutes of tapping, Dwyn opened her mouth and giggled.

"Hi!" Chirped Dwyn

Hi, the child called back.

"Creator!" She chirped again before she swam and maneuvered herself out of their core room and back into her den.

That word. Creator.

As soon as Dwyn said that, it pulled at a primal string in them.

What Dwyn called them, what she said, it deified them to Dwyn. That they were the creator. And for some reason, it pleased the child that they knew that they were her creator.

It also left them pondering if all their other, less intelligent creatures and monsters considered them this way.

But they knew pondering this would lead to nothing at this point in time, so the child decided to go back to work.

But they did not go to choose their three new monster species.

No.

The child decided to do what they have done in each area they have been in. Collecting some form of stone or rocks.

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Their territory already reached far enough down to grab them; all the child needed was more room to store them.

Making a ten by ten metre sized room just off the portal entrance, the child began carving the stone slabs from underneath the sand.

Slowly they brought them out, one by one, through a new tunnel leading directly to the portal and from the portal to the room.

They managed to squish and maneuver the slabs of grey, glittery stone into their sub-dimension.

Once collected, the child knew that they needed to leave soon.

They have spent the last month circulating within the water current of the plateau ever since the storm.

In that time, they have collected what they can from this place, and only the monsters need to be chosen in order to finish the eleventh floor.

But before they left, the child decided that they wanted to… streamline the process. To make the iceberg easier to move if they wanted.

While not changing the iceberg's overall look, the child did smooth down the ice in some places, especially underwater, to make moving in the water faster.

The iceberg still looked the same; it was just a little smoother in places. Once done, the child herded all of the creatures living within their territory back into the rooms and chambers that they have made for safekeeping in storms.

Once everything was prepared, the child looked for how to get out.

For a month, they have been circulating with the plateaus currents. And as of right now, they were right in the middle of the plateau.

So they waited as the slow current started taking them to the edges of the plateau. And then, the child just waited to be caught by a storm.

Currently, three storms are raging around the plateau's edge, one in the East, one on the North, and one on the South sides.

As their iceberg floated along the South edge of the plateau, the storm was not strong enough to pull them out. Even though the iceberg was right at the edge, it was not enough.

So they waited as they made it to the East side of the plateau, where the strongest storm was.

They were pulled out of the water current in seconds and began thrashing about in the storm.

Waves pounded as wind and rain crashed against the iceberg.

It was soothing in a way, and the child was used to the sounds by now.

They watched as the storm raged and felt their iceberg moving a bit faster in the water.

After watching for about an hour, the child turned their attention to their sub-dimension.

The first thing that they did was make more greenhouses. The child created three one-metre wide by five-metre tall column rooms in the empty space between the third and sixth floors. Once everything was in place, they planned for each room to be completely quarantined from any outside influence other than their mana once they finished adding everything to the rooms. Each room will be completely undisturbed for at least a month before they remove or take any plants.

Grabbing enough soil from their sixth floor, the child filled the bottom of the room with enough soil and patched some of the intentionally cracked areas along the wall with just a bit.

To make sure that the room was truly going to be self-sustaining, the child figured out a trick to make fresh water present in the room when it was not in puddle form.

Just like how they partially filled their eleventh floor, the child took a water mana string and had it circulating along the ceiling, slowly dripping freshwater into the currently empty soil.

Once all three rooms were finished being set up, the child started selecting the seeds for each room.

In the first room, they placed: cuttings of yuca, black and dangling ferns, a piece of string moss, a parasitic dart, and acalypha string.

In the second room, they added cuttings of dancing vines and ash pearls, seeds from the walking pygmy orchid, glowing orchids, blanket flowers, and dragon snaps.

In the last room, they added: a cutting of zap fern, seeds from three-petal cardinals, jumping bell, hive flower, and strawberry bell.

Once all the plants were added, the child added a few of their non-mana-enhanced beetles and frozen earthworms to keep the rooms up and running without maintenance.

Observing the rooms for a bit, the child moved on to the next thing on their to-do list while the storm raged and pushed them around, changing their core room.