My Dungeon Life – Chapter 1683-1685

Chapter 1683

“Forgive me, this is a bit much for me to wrap my head around.” I spoke with the skill Party Communication, as a little girl sat on my knee, scribbling on some paper with coloring crayons, both she had produced herself from thin air.

I had formed an impromptu party with the girls so we could all discuss this together. Party Communication was better than Slave Communication because everyone in the party could freely chat, whereas Slave Communication only worked between me and individual slaves. I had unlocked this ability at some point as a low-level Hero skill. The skill was only level 25, and apparently, Adventurers could get the skill at a mere level 10. As advantageous as skipping to third and fourth-tier jobs was, I did sometimes skip over some of the most obvious skills. I hadn’t put any experience or work into Hero, but it still occasionally got experience and was sitting at level 33.

I had finally managed to calm the little girl down by giving her a piece of candy, and I didn’t want to upset her again while I discussed the implications of this event with the grown-ups… cough… my women. Thus, we were staring at each other silently while talking using communication, something the little girl seemed to take in stride.

“Dungeons are strange and unpredictable things.” Elaya responded, “They are like living beings in just about every way. As they grow larger and evolve, they push in a direction that helps them with their goals. Most dungeons concentrate on their size. As they grow larger, they not only are safer, but they can absorb more mana. Gaining the strength and power to make your goals a reality is the desire of just about every dungeon.”

“Not this one,” I muttered out loud.

“Hmm, Daddy?”

“N-nothing!”

“Is it so surprising?” Astria asked. “With the fairy spring nearby, this dungeon has never wanted for mana. It wasn’t too long after that it evolved to have a god-level core, meaning that it could produce its energy. Furthermore, all of us have protected this dungeon. It has never felt threatened before.”

“Some dungeons have strange purposes, like the Champion’s Gauntlet, which wasn’t designed to grow, but to provide a challenge to whoever came to challenge it.” Elaya continued. “Your dungeon is a bit strange. It’s hard to determine its purpose.”

“Purpose…” I frowned. “It’s pretending to be my daughter!”

All three girls looked at each other, but it was Elaya who spoke up. “Master, this dungeon was created by you. You made it and continued to care for it as it grew. The lore would have had the idea of a mother, daughter relationship thanks to that soul fragment from the Illusory Sword Realm, and your daughter was the final connection that it needed.”

“What are you saying?” I demanded.

“This little girl looks a lot like you.” Xin cut in. “You created her, and she is a piece of you.”

“Master, as hard as it is to grasp, she is your child. She may have not been born the way you were expecting, but her origins are undeniable!” Astria pointed a finger, speaking this part out loud.

Although she said those words, it was still difficult for me to swallow. Astria’s sudden outburst had caused the girl to lift her head, looking at the four of us with a questioning look.

“Little girl,” I declared. “What is your purpose?”

“Hmm? Isn’t my purpose to make daddy happy?”

The three women glanced at me. Why were they looking at me? That didn’t prove anything.

Chapter 1684

“How are you supposed to make your daddy happy?” Elaya prodded her gently.

Suddenly the girl grew nervous, her fingers pushing together. She had her head down, and her legs rubbed together on my lap.

“Do I have to say it?”

“Definitely Master’s child.”

“It’s Masters…”

“What are you three taking me for?”

“I also want to make my mommies happy too.” The little girl spoke, causing the four of us to glance back in her direction.

“Who is your mommy?” Elaya asked.

“You’re my mommy.”

Elaya broke into a cough. “I-I may be related to your mommy by marriage, but I’m not your mommy.”

“Yeah, you’re more like her grandma.” Astria sniffed.

“You want to die!”

“No…” The little girl cut into their fight, shaking her head. “You’re Mommy Elaya, you’re Mommy Xin, and you’re Mommy Astria.”

“C-cute!” Xin’s face reddened, causing the other two women to glance at her in surprise.

Who knew that it was Xin who was the most vulnerable to such a thing? All three of them were mothers, but for various reasons, they had never been truly in their children’s lives until recently.

“If my guess is correct because we acted as the dungeon’s master and caretaker at various points during her early life, then she must see us as her mothers.” Elaya declared.

“Do you know my daughter, Celeste?” Astria asked.

“Mm! Mommy Celeste!”

“Geh!”

Elaya burst out laughing. “Now, who is the grandma!”

“Well, Celeste was never a dungeon master, so you’re wrong too,” Astria responded defensively.

“Little girl, just how many mommies do you have?” Elaya asked.

“Eh? Isn’t all of daddy’s women mommy? There is Mommy Lydia, Mommy Miki, Mommy Shao…”

The three women let out breaths of relief. It was more that she didn’t understand the term. It seemed like to her, mommy was more of an association with daddy. I had been watching this with my brow furrowed. If mommy was used so flippantly, then what was daddy to her? Perhaps this entire thing was just a misrepresentation.

“That reminds me of something. What about that witch woman and her little child? While Selena detached herself from the dungeon, those two should have still been inside when you evolved. Were they destroyed and recycled?” Elaya asked.

I had forgotten about them. Matty was a dungeon master from another dungeon that was ultimately destroyed. I had managed to save him and bring his soul over to my dungeon, just as I had done with Elaya, Selena, and Xin. All of them had managed to detach themselves from the dungeon, but Matty and his companion, a mother-like witch mob, had remained behind. If the dungeon did dissolve everything and reuse it, then they might have been destroyed.

“Eh? That irritating, stinky boy?” The little girl made a face. “I put him away.”

“Put him away?” I blinked.

“He’s in my toy chest. I didn’t want to leave my toys around, so I picked them up and put them away. Isn’t daddy proud of me?” She leaned toward me like she wanted something, but I ignored her.

I didn’t know what she was talking about. Were there some means of storing mobs when they weren’t in use? That made a lot of sense. There had to be some way that mobs that were destroyed easily could be stored up and swapped out. It seemed like there were still a lot of things about dungeons I didn’t know.

Chapter 1685

“Um, can you bring Matty and his… mother out?” I asked.

“A-am I not good enough?” She asked hesitantly.

This dungeon was really hard to deal with. I quickly realized that I could no longer just make things happen with the wave of a hand. For example, if I wanted to summon a mob, I could just think about a mob and it would appear. I could easily make changes to the dungeon on the fly. However, it appeared like now that the dungeon had intelligence, it was more like monster taming. No, monsters were lower intelligence and often inherently loyal. This was more like taming… well, a child.

“It’s not that. It’s just been a while since I’ve spoken to them, and I want to make sure they are doing well.” I tried to give her my best smile.

The little girl still looked at me reluctantly, but she finally raised her hand, and suddenly two people appeared as if from nowhere.

“And that’s why… huh?” Matty blinked. “What happened?”

“It appears like we were stashed away in the dungeon reserve storage.” The witch replied reservedly. “We’re in perfect stasis there, so time doesn’t pass by.”

“Wh-what?” Matty looked around, and when he saw the little girl, his eyes narrowed. “That’s right, it was you! All I did was ask you who you were and what you were doing in this dungeon!”

The little girl didn’t respond. She had moved away from me, and took several steps back, seemingly trying to avoid Matty. She had her head down, and her hair was covering her face. It seemed like she was intimidated by Matty. He was a former dungeon master. Maybe, there was something about that which instinctively made her feel challenged.

“If I had to guess, sweetie, she’s the evolved intelligence of this dungeon.” The witch explained.

“A dungeon intelligence?” The boy asked. “Well, I’m a dungeon master, so you have to do what I say!”

I felt somewhat irritated by his words. This was my dungeon, after all. It sounded like they had encountered each other a short while ago, and she had tossed them into this reserved storage rather than dealing with them. The more Matty came at her, the shyer the little girl got, and it started to make me feel somewhat uncomfortable for reasons I didn’t understand.

“Hey, you, show me your face,” Matty demanded.

He always had an attitude with me, but it seemed like finding a girl who was smaller than him that he could bully had bolstered his attitude. The three other women watched with mild interest, while the witch stood to the side as if watching children interact. Either way, none of them seemed to feel that any interruption needed to be made. The little girl shyly looked up, her hair-splitting and showing her pretty face. Matty, who had been acting snobby stopped.

“P-p-pretty.” He whispered.

“What do you want?” She finally cried out.

Matty’s mouth moved silently for a few seconds, and then he shook himself out of his daze.

“I-I’ll be your Master. So, you have to do whatever I say, okay?” His words were less certain but still defiant.

She blushed. “You’d have to ask my daddy first.”

He blinked. “Who’s your daddy?”

She lifted her hand, pointing over his shoulder. As he slowly turned around, I cracked my knuckles. From the moment he popped up, I suddenly found him ten times more annoying.

“So, you have designs on my daughter, do you?” I spoke with a terrifying smile on my face.

“Ahhh!” He turned and ran.

“Get back here, you bastard! You want to touch my daughter? I’ll kill you!”

I summoned Alysia. I wasn’t sure why she appeared as a belt, but I’d use what I got.

“I think Master has accepted her as his daughter.”

“My, my… if Matty marries his little girl, won’t that make husband my family? How daring!” The witch gasped.

“Marriage? Die!”

“Mom, you’re not helping!”