No smut yet, you need a dick for that.

It turns out you would be laying there for quite a while. By the time you at last heard and felt Sahara stop sobbing into you, you looked down to check on her. To your slight horror, you found her to be asleep on top of you, laying her head upon a hand that rested upon your ribcage.

You lay your head back down, deciding that you can stand to wait for her to wake up. You relax your metaphorical muscles and let yourself rest upon the floor, getting the first intentional rest you have had in... perhaps forever.

Thinking back, there wasn't really any memories you had of times you ever had the chance to actually relax. You never had the motivation to, you always had to keep yourself busy due to the boredom of doing nothing. Now, you had a reason to still be comfortable while doing nothing.

That being said, you have no idea what to do to "relax". You can't sleep, so that's off the table. Sitting and starting at the roof didn't seem too appealing either. After trying to do nothing for quite a decent amount of time, you decide to just think about things.

For instance, your future plans. You had a dungeon now, and surprisingly you had never really taken the time to think about what that meant for you. Dungeons were commonly very important to their surroundings to your knowledge, serving as major landmarks and drivers of adventurer "tourism".

Yet more, you had a Raid Dungeon, which to your knowledge was very rare. You remember hearing something along the lines of every region having a max of one Raid boss, aside from the challenge realms like the Daemon Rift, and core locations like Mount Imporne.

Thinking back, you don't recall ever hearing about a raid boss within your entire desert. There were of course very influential monsters and even the Event Bosses, but no Raids to your knowledge. With that in mind, you just became a huge political figure in the local environment.

It was quite ironic, that the skeleton who had almost never encountered the wider monster community was now possibly an influential member of it. You most certainly needed a better way of communication than just waving your hands around and writing in the sand.

That aside, your mind was brought back to the world event that you would apparently be at the heart of. It had most certainly been some time since the 4th world event, so you suppose the world was about due for another. You just couldn't believe you were somehow important to it.

It seemed to entail some form of battle between the two whose names were a part of your new home. You really needed to find out more about them, but for now that just wasn't possible aside from continuing to excavate the tomb.

Your thoughts were interrupted as Sahara at last began to stir once more. You look down at her as she waked up, groggily opening her eyes quizzically as she tries to figure out what she is laying on. Her eyes suddenly go wide, and she pounces backwards in panic before her sleepy mind can remember who you are.

She takes a moment to breathe and get out of her natural fight or flight response before speaking. "Sorry about that, its just not a view you expect when you wake up..." You nod understandingly, you probably wouldn't want to wake up and immediately see a lizard skull either.

She takes a minute to fully recollect herself before a quizzical look overtakes her face. "Did I... fall asleep on you?" You nod nonchalantly, that is in fact what occurred. She immediately proves to you that foxes can blush as she starts stuttering, "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to I-I was just-"

You wave your hand, dismissing her apology. After all, it did give you some time to get some nice thinking in. Before she can say much else, you gesture to yourself and then back outside, before acting like you are carrying something. You want to portray that you need to bring the rest in.

She takes a second but then gets it, "Oh! Right, I forgot that you got a bunch of stuff! Of course, go get it all, don't mind me. I'll just... do some thinking." You leave her to that, thinking had been productive for you, after all.

You head out and begin to haul in more crates. They vary from some spices and cloths, to silverware and jewelry. You hadn't before encountered adventurers who carried luxury items like this around in caravans, but then again you weren't in the proper position to anyway.

As you hauled in the last of the crates, a new message popped up.

Treasure Detected
Total Value: 100000 Gold
Do you wish to grant this treasure to the dungeon?

You stare at the message confused as to what exactly it is talking about. You realize that there had been a tutorial book about treasure that probably would have explained this, but you decide it will be more fun to learn on the job, replying in the affermative.

The crates were instantly consumed, leaving near nothing behind. As you look around for any observable difference, a new message appears.

Dungeon Treasure
Value Stored: 100000
Applications:
Fame
XP
Items
Fast Construction
Room Completion
Treasure spent will be added to the loot pool for adventurers, the treasure in your loot pool is public knowledge granted by the guilds.

... Huh. Sooooo... it would seem that Treasure functioned as a double-edged sword of sorts. You could spend it to speed up any of your tasks that you wanted. However, it also increased the rewards adventurers got from attacking you, which would make them attack more.

An interesting system you think to yourself. At the current moment, you were not in imminent need of using it, but it was nice to have in case. You didn't have enough fame or gold for the evolution, and don't want to rely on money to get both to where they need to be in fear of that costing too much.

As you conclude your thoughts, you catch Sahara approaching you from the side of your vision. You turn to face her, and notice that she seems to be fidgeting nervously. Her ears are lowered, her tail is mostly still, and she doesn't seem to be matching your gaze.

She swallows before she manages to muster the strength to speak, "I-I have a r-request." You stare at her for a moment before gesturing for her to continue. She takes a few deep breaths before she speaks again, "B-but first, I need a promise from you."

You tilt your head in slight confusion, if she was already making a request, why would you need to make a promise? The thought actually intrigued you slightly, the question piquing your interest. You look at her with as patient a gaze as you can make without a face as you wait for her to continue.

She has to gather herself for a non-insignificant amount of time before she finds herself able to continue...