Of all our peoples' strengths, it is doubtless that theft is our true talent. Ha! I sense your disbelief, my little one. You are blinded by dogma. Fooled by the indomitable arm and impervious skin of the realm's body cultivators. Yet, when the hellbeasts rise from the Dungeon, do we not cower behind the walls as our prayers fall upon the ears of a deaf King?  He listens, by and by, sending the Kingsguard to fight the beasts. Oh, how they fight. Hellbeasts fall by the millions so that we may maintain our supremacy over the overworld.    Or so we are told. When the Beast Tide rises from the depths, the Kingsguard cower like the rest. For what can such mighty warriors do against the infinite? Year upon year, our lands shrink. Cities fall, while the royals delude themselves with natural treasures. And so, we must resort to theft. I must resort to theft. Humanity alone cannot beat the Infinite. History has proven as such. But do you know what happens when you pit the infinite against the infinite? I give you this gift, my precious darling. Sleep well tonight. Sleep well in comfort. Knowing that you will never have to face the burning legions. Sleep long and wake to peace in our time.  This is a reader interactive fiction. At the end of each chapter, a mutation will be chosen to determine the future of the build. There will be plenty of monster experimentation, merging, and enhancing. Oh, and one last thing. Beware the penguins. #Todo: Write a better synopsis