“Ancient legends state that dungeon cores are conscious, but none should believe in that nonsense” - The second King of the Middle Kingdom

I'm a dungeon core, this is my story, starting from the beginning. At the very beginning, there was nothing, just blackness until I Saw a little speck of light, so I moved towards it, and then was born. I was surrounded with little brown specks, I tried to eat one and it made me hungry instead of full, but after I ate It then I instantly knew everything to know about it.

It knew it was a single particle of mica, I also knew the extremely boring process of how it was formed. I was hungry from eating, no absorbing, that particle of mica so I looked for something to fill me up, I saw a little speck of blue, so I tried to absorb it, it didn't work. I thought and thought but I couldn't figure out how to absorb it until I saw two particles smash one of the specks. I tried to make some more particles to smash one, and to my surprise, a few particles appeared out of nowhere and smashed it.

You have killed a microorganism

+1/100 mana

You have absorbed you're first living thing, you may now choose a dungeon helper from the list below:

Dungeon Fairy

Dungeon Pixi

Dungeon Imp

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Dungeon Wisp

A dungeon helper? Does it bring me food? Hmmm, I have to pick one, I'll pick a Dungeon Fairy.

Are you sure of your decision? You will not be able to change it afterward.

Yes.

Are you absolutely sure of your decision?

Yes!

Are you completely sure?

YES!!

Okay, Okay, Just making sure of your decision, here you go.

Commencing summoning process...

Dungeon fairy summoned.

I felt something gigantic enter my presence. "HELLO" I felt like I would shatter. [Would you please be ALOT quieter?] I asked very sensibly. "Sorry, you're a lot smaller then I thought you were going to be, this is my first summoning", said the mysterious voice. [Who are you? What do you want from me? Please don't eat me!] I pleaded. "hahaha! I'm not going to eat you, I'm going to help you, I'm your dungeon fairy!" Said the thing that was apparently my dungeon fairy.

"What is your name young one?" said the dungeon fairy [Name, can I eat it?] I asked hoping it was so. "No, it's what I should call you. Since you don't have a name, I'll call you Mike, because you're sitting on mica."