My Dungeon Life – Chapter 1689-1691

Chapter 1689

After the paladins mysteriously disappeared, I still had Anne to deal with. Since I didn’t want her asking too many questions about her missing paladins, the only option I could come up with was to pay her off by giving her the church she asked for. It did make sense to open a church in the city, and since they had more or less approved of the presence of my dungeon, possibly even glorifying it in the future, then I had no more complaints.

Anne was supposed to be part of the charge, and thus against anything made from miasma or containing a karmic soul. However, Sapphire had seemingly become her adopted big sister. She had protected her because of their similarities in a very specific department. That same similarity seemed to have transferred over to my daughter, who had become her little sister now. When considering the age of the three, it made sense, but I still didn’t necessarily like my daughter having any kind of relationship with that perverted loli-lover and her creepy church.

That’s why I came up with a plan, and while I had some of the girls give Anne a tour of the city, I also sent others to contact a few people. While everything was being set up, I continued to play with my daughter. She was such a smart girl too, although that might be because she had access to all of the lore from all the dungeons we had consumed, not the least of all being my lore, connected through my soul world.

Naturally, those loli police had spawned from my memories. When it came to natural enemies of their type, the first thing to come to my mind were those shows about capturing predators. I was a bit curious where the paladins had ended up, but I decided it was better not to ask questions I wasn’t comfortable knowing the answers to.

“Daddy, I made this for you.” She handed me something.

“Ahh, isn’t my daughter the sweetest?” I patted her on the head as I looked at the item. “Ah, a knife?”

“Isn’t that a magical knife!” Xin cried out excitedly. “It’s a got a sharp enchantment, a soul damage enchantment, and an increased speed enchantment. This is top-quality loot you could only find in a great labyrinth!”

“Is it so great? Don’t we have the dwarfish weapons being made in the room adjacent to this one?” Elaya asked hesitantly.

After her evolution, the hallways connecting this place to the palace, the mansion, and the dwarf village were reestablished. I even considered putting out paths to Ninetails, Chalm’s Crossing, and Alysium. Connecting all of the cities would make getting around a little easier, especially in a jam. However, the more entrances to the dungeon, the more vulnerable she would become. I already had people wandering through the front door and making it to the boss room, I was going to need the beef of security.

“You don’t understand, although they are the finest in metalworking, that is just the base structure,” Xin explained. “Truly powerful weapons are then enchanted with runes and magic gems to give them extra abilities. Aberis regrettably lacks much knowledge on it and our enchanters are extremely behind. A single enchantment with a small buff is the best they can do. Only Jespain has the level of knowledge to do truly incredible enchantments like this dagger.”

My daughter puffed up under the barrage of compliments.

“Plus, it can be created nearly instantaneously. This is dwarven steel, but it wasn’t forged at all. Even the forge can produce weapons this quickly.” I added.

Elaya shook her head. “I wouldn’t get excited too fast… this likely would have cost a great deal of miasma to create. Dungeons do create such weapons if they possess the correct lore to do so, but there is a reason they release them meagerly. A single blade likely costs the miasma absorbed in a month.”

I looked down at my daughter, who looked back at me with tearful eyes. “I just wanted to make daddy happy.”

“Oh, baby, I am happy! We’ll find that miasma replacement somewhere else.”

I hugged her immediately. How could I reprimand such a cute and loving daughter?

“Daughtercon.”

“Definitely daughtercon.”

“Why do you all keep saying that?”

Chapter 1690

“Master, I was just thinking, rather than calling her dungeon or your daughter, shouldn’t she have a name?” Elaya asked.

“Yeah, even your sword has a name!” Astria nodded.

“That sword is my daughter.” Xin glared at her.

“Tsk… still just a sword,” Elaya muttered.

“You…”

“I have been thinking about that.” I cut in before they started bickering again. “Eliana had already discussed a name she wanted to call her daughter. Since this is Eliana’s child, I think we should go with her name.”

“Oh? What is that?” Elaya asked with interest.

“How do you think about the name Eliza?” I decided to ask the girl herself rather than just force a name on her.

The little girl thought about it for a second and then she smiled cutely and gave a nod. “Mm!”

“Alright, then your name is Eliza!”

At that moment, there was a surge of energy, and some notifications appeared in my vision.

{Your dungeon has been renamed Eliza.}

It appeared that the Monster Tamer skill Naming kicked in and she became a named dungeon. Wait, didn’t dungeons usually have names? What was the name of the dungeon before I just renamed it? Also, why was it just called Eliza? Shouldn’t it be Eliza’s Abode or Eliza’s Labyrinth or something? She was the intelligence around the dungeon, I could have given it a cool name like Dungeon of the Revenant Heart or something. That sounded a bit over the top though, and it would ultimately be the name of this little girl, so after a few moments of thought, I decided this was for the best.

“Eliza… I think Eliana will like that name.” Elaya responded, a small smile on her face.

It did have a phonetic similarity with the other girls. I hadn’t noticed it before, but Eliana was probably named because of Elaya. Perhaps Eliana also picked a name that sounded similar to her own. In this world, last names typically were related more to the house and family you were a part of than something related to naming.

Eliana was only named Aberis because when her father became King, he decided to take the name to help solidify his authority over the Demon Lord Aberis. In that case, relatives might typically name their children in ways phonetically similar to their fathers. After all, didn’t King Aberis just name his son Edward II? I wouldn’t know if this was how it was done for certain until I spoke to her though.

“Thank you, daddy!” Eliza jumped into my arms and hugged me.

“It wasn’t anything,” I responded sheepishly, after all, it was just giving her the name her mother wanted her to have.

I did send Eliana a Slave Communication that I wanted to meet with her. Telling her that her daughter was now a sentient dungeon was more something I wanted to speak with her in person about, but she told me she was busy for a few weeks finishing up the alliance, and that she didn’t have time at the moment. I figured there was no rush, so I left it with that.

“Alright, in the meantime, let’s fix this place up so you’re protected!” I flexed my fingers.

The three older women glanced at each other without saying anything. What was that look about? I just didn’t want my daughter getting violated by any dungeon divers. Was that so weird?

Chapter 1691

“Alright, so first thing first, you mentioned this toy chest that you mentioned.”

The witch had called it a dungeon reserve storage.

“Sure, daddy can access the menu. Simply insert your mana into me.”

“How much mana? I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.”

“It’s okay, daddy. I’m a big girl. Even if it hurts, I’ll take it all in.”

“Okay, I’m just going to start with a little.”

“Haaah… ahhhnn…”

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yes… daddy… haah… it just feels weird… don’t stop.”

“Alright… I’ll do it all at once, like ripping a band-aid.”

“No! Wait… Ahhhn!”

“Are you okay?”

“Daddy… is inside me…”

“Oh, wow… this is amazing.”

“Master is so daring…” Elaya panted.

“Why do I feel like even though they are just standing there holding hands, that I should find that guy in the suit from earlier,” Alysia complained.

“Bang her!” Astria cried out excitedly.

I turned to the three women who were staring at us with various levels of lewd expressions. “What are you perverts talking about? I’ve accessed a menu system. This looks just like the dungeon store!”

When I inserted my mana into Eliza, her body started to glow with various runes, just like my own did when I accessed the dungeon store. What ended up appearing was something far easier to use than all of my blind mumbling. The existence of Eliza had somehow taken a complicated process and created a GUI around it. I was able to access a menu telling me what items I could create and how much miasma I had to do it. It had even been built into a monetary miasma point system.

The points were steadily raising like hp with regen, a few points every minute. Meanwhile, there were various construction options. I could access a complete map of the dungeon, something I wasn’t even able to do with Map, and I could expand or build freely. There was also an inventory, and that inventory included all of the items the dungeon had accumulated but not turned into miasma. When I defeated a dungeon, these would be the parts that would end up in the treasure room. However, it also included mobs that had previously been absorbed by the dungeon and not converted to mana, like the witch and Matty.

I could put out treasures in treasure boxes, rearrange areas, or change entire ecosystems. Every single choice I made had a cost, and the miasma truly was low. In the past, I could only vaguely understand these concepts in my head, but now they were blatantly organized and put on a screen that appeared next to my panting daughter. Eh? Why was she red-faced and panting?

“Eliza?”

“Daddy… it’s really hard… haah… I’m feeling dizzy. It’s too much.” She responded tearfully.

I immediately pulled out of her, the screen collapsing. I immediately patted her head and gave her a little kiss.

“I’m sorry, I got a little excited and couldn’t help myself,” I admitted guiltily. “We’ll go slower next time. After I put it in you a few more times, I think you’ll get used to the feeling.”

“Don’t worry, daddy, I can handle it. Daddy can use me however he wants.”

I smiled and her, and she smiled at me, and that’s when the conversation we had just been having finally crashed home in my brain.

“I’m not a daughtercon!” I shouted at the three women, who instantly looked away, whistling innocently.