I felt better after my little outburst. I had created several objects and flung them against the walls of the empty cavern below the mountain to vent off steam, but even then, it took twenty minutes to finally calm down.

After my tantrum, I looked around to gauge how fast my dungeon’s growth was. While my dungeon is invisible, I cannot make my eyes beyond the boundary of it. The growth in each direction outward was mostly uniform, except for my upward edge being far slower. My only guess as to why this is the case would be that the mana that makes up my body is under the effect of gravity.

The outside part of my dungeon……did not look good. The death mana that had been permeating everything until now had left even the sturdiest life around the mountain as nothing but husks. I set about sucking all the death mana away and using my dungeon’s ability to replicate what it has seen to create seeds of the plants that were standing on the edges of the death and plant them. I was able to find some residual life mana in some of the plants that were furthest away from my mountain, and after seeing it I could twist the death mana that I had a constant supply of into life mana which had a very rapid impact on the seeds I planted as they immediately sprouted.

Now that I had a more normal landscape, I recalled that the dungeon core stories that I was familiar with usually had some menu system to help the dungeon along, so I thought that I would try and find one if it existed. It seemed like it should have popped up by now, if it was going to.

“Status” I said in my head. Nothing. “Menu.” Nope. “Display.” Nada.

I thought it was worth a shot, despite the lack of any video game system even while I had amnesia. Speaking of my earlier amnesia, it was obvious to me now that when I felt hungry earlier it was mana that I ate and was perfectly satisfied afterward. The other anomaly from earlier took a bit more guesswork to come to an answer for it though. While I can manipulate all other materials that are inside my dungeon, I cannot do anything directly when it comes to Elsa the Goddess’s body. I had to melt a bit of ice near her for some testing on why that was, but I think I have an answer to that now. Maybe.

The theory that is backed up by my evidence right now is that she is so dense in mana and whatever else makes up the divine that my tiny soul powered dungeon does not have the weight behind it to directly make changes, but I can at least move her around when I need to by moving objects around her. The section of ice that I melted was near her hand, which seemed to intensify the amount of Death Mana leaking out in that area so I covered up the small hole I made again with more ice and that slowed the leakage back to the normal pace. While it was leaking out my dungeon was growing even faster than the current normal rate, which then uncovered something I wasn’t expecting to see out in the wilderness.

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Hidden in a previously forested area was a small village. The death mana had hit this area hard, though. All the trees were blackened and dead. I was hoping that someone was still alive, that my intervention that stopped the death mana leakage was enough, but as I got closer the place looked completely abandoned. Then I went in the houses.

There must have been no warning whatsoever. Corpses were mummified all simultaneously. It must have been after dark when it happened, as everyone was inside, some sitting around dining tables and others doing various household tasks.

I mentally apologized to the people of this village, as I felt bad for them getting hit by the death mana, then located a spot to place a cemetery for all of them, and started digging. It barely took 30 minutes with my control over the elements, and I placed them all at rest and made memorial stones for the poor victims that I unfortunately didn’t have names for.

In my melancholy mood after that, I recalled that I had also died before whatever happened to me in this world. I wondered what happened to the rest of my family and friends after my passing. Too bad I can’t really ask about it now, as my only currently known link back to Earth was also dead due to mysterious circumstances.

To get myself out of this depressive mood, I decided to get myself busy. I was slowly realizing that my dungeon mind was way too good at multitasking for just one task to get my thoughts off the bad feelings, so I started multiple projects at the same time.

I decided that my mountain was a bit too open for a “dungeon” so I started filling up the open area with earth and sculpting tunnels into a maze to make it harder to find the ice encasing me and the Goddess. While I was sculpting a more dungeon like interior, I wanted to map out the terrain on my dungeon’s outside in a more methodical fashion. I created swarms of invisible eyes all over the place so that nothing was missed, which gave me the view I needed to layout everything in my mental map.

I was under a mountain, with a river running nearby. Most of the mountain range was in a heavy forest, except for where all the trees died from the death mana, but that was slowly coming back. I raised some eyes up to see where my dungeon body was going to, and in the distance, I could see several villages, outside of the damage done by the Goddess’s corpse. I pointed my sight downward and in a small grassy clearing right on the edge of my dungeon I saw a small group of people. I froze up at that as I wasn’t expecting to see other people so quickly.