Send the Elves on their way

"Aaaah~" Three elven voice cry out in unison as yet another seed is birthed from their bodies, the plant matter contrasting with the flesh and bone mothers. Next to them is Asriana, frantically trying to hide her erection at the sight of her comrades birthing yet another one of your plant progeny, her mind likely filled with the process of making them. 40 days had passed since they had arrived, and you soon learn the limits of your new body, your potions, and just how horrific the world was outside your dungeon.

The first thing you learned was that breast expansion and lactation potions were temporary, wearing off after two days and returning Asriana's chest to its barren state when it wore off. The futanari potion was also temporary, you learned over that month. Asriana's cock was still present even after a week of administering your last dose, but it had shrunk by a significant margin from its peak, going from a fist sized 10 inch monstrosity to a 5 inch human sized cock. At this rate, she'll return to her normal state after another week or two. Despite that, you could see Asriana stare sadly at her quickly shrinking genitalia, her 40 days of lovemaking giving her an addiction to ejaculation. Of course, your week wasn't all just sex and impregnation, as you had to spend a fair bit of that time having to fend off ever increasing numbers of hostiles entering your dungeon.

The monsters surrounding your dungeon outclassed you by leaps and bounds, their levels spanning anywhere from 400 to even 800. Despite being a jungle, they were all ice based monsters, easily carving their way through your defenses. Had it not been for your monstrous regeneration and lack of a need for sleep, you'd have been killed after the second day. Your lack of offensive abilities also had come to bite you in the ass, forcing you to rely solely on wars of attrition to kill your enemies or merely being so vigorous that they give up on killing you for experience.

Your Verdure-Erosarkic body needs no rest and regenerates infinitely, allowing you to merely send unending wave upon waves of tentacles to capture and strangle your targets. Some targets had the vigor to fight for days on end, but they were inevitably overwhelmed. Others opted to retreat, realizing the impossibility of killing a creature of your size. Luckily, you manage to kill several "weaker" targets, getting you to level 303 after 40 days, a testament to your vigor and lack of attack power. Luckily, you no longer have to fight alone now that your minions have grown in size and quality, sourced from both your dungeon core and from your elven sex slaves, a thought interrupted by yet another yowl of bliss from the birthing elves.

As the last of the seeds vacated their wombs, you sent a tentacle over and snatched them, eagerly sowing the fist sized seeds into an empty clearing in your dungeon where your minions stood vigil. It would take only a week before the seeds would sprout, and only another 3 days before they reached "adulthood". As you threw a wayward glance at your children, you couldn't help but wonder just how genetics worked in this world, their forms confusing you immensely.

The children you sired with the elves were all vinelings that exhibited the same stats as the ones spawned natively by your dungeon core, having the same skills of Entangle and Merge as the ones spawned by your core. Of course, a strange phenomena occurred when your children used their merge ability, fusing together to craft a single stronger monster. According to the skill's info, merge would create a Vine Guardian, a Vine Lord, and so forth based on the number of Vinelings merged together.

The Vine Guardian you currently own was produced from the vinelings your dungeon core spawned, sacrificing 20 vinelings to spawn a single Vine Guardian. The Vine Guardian was a massive husk of vines similar to your own appearance albeit significantly smaller, a grim reminder to your new inhuman form. It stood at 14 feet in height and slowly shambled forward, its bulky body requiring each individual vine to shift to advance. It also had a pair of heavily altered vines that had begun growing strange yellow sacks full of white powder on them. Casting God's eye on the Vine Guardian, you take note of its status to serve as a baseline against your own progeny.

Activate Skill: God's Eye

Race: Vine Guardian

Class: N/A

Level: 80

Skills: Entangle, Merge, Root, Regeneration, Intermediate Unarmed Combat, Novice Magic Resistance, Spawn Paralytic Spore Sac

The health of your vine guardian was incredible while it held a similar regenerative power as your own body. Accompanied by its paralytic spore sacs made it the perfect tank for you to buy time. It was also blindly loyal to to your whims, obeying your every mental command without hesitation. As you finished studying your Vine Guardian, you throw your attention to your children, each of them busy crafting bows and arrows scavenged from the trees that consisted of your body.

Unlike the misshapen mass of vines that were your vine guardian, the vinelings birthed by the elves merged and reshaped themselves into a bipedal elven form identical to their mothers. Their skin and hair retained a green tinge to signify their inhuman genealogy. Their faces were also dead ringers for their mothers, inheriting everything from their petite builds to their smooth, inhumanly beautiful faces.

Activate Skill: God's Eye

Race: Elven Vine Archer

Name: Halria Velhim

Class: Ranger Lvl 10

Level: 75

Skills: Detection, Novice Acrobatics, Regeneration, Intermediate Archery, Merge, Novice Production

You stare at the data card before you, trying to make sense of just what. For one, their names were strange. Why did it have Asriana's last name? It was your cum that produced them. Furthermore, their stats were the polar opposite of the Vine Guardian. Their dexterity and agility were on par with their mothers, while their defense and attack were pathetic for one of your species. They were also intelligent and did not blindly obey your orders like the Vine Guardians, being significantly more independent than your spawned minions with a strong sense of self preservation. The fact that they could actually communicate and were able to learn human languages meant that they weren't as mindless as their brethren. Dismissing such concerns, you take a mental deep breath and begin speaking to the elves.

"You have done admirably. When you have gained your bearings, you are free to leave." You state to the quartet, maintaining the same dignified voice as earlier. As expected, the quartet look saddened by your words, with Asriana biting her lip as she eyed one of your tentacles. Your more monstrous side wanted to **** them to stay, but you swore to avoid abusing humans to Ariel, and elves most likely counted as a human subspecies. The only thing you could do was let them go on their merry way now that your deal was completed.

"You have our thanks, Lord of the Jungle." Asriana says in a glum voice as they all got dressed, making their way out of your dungeon. You mutter a silent prayer, hoping they would survive and return, but you don't care too much, considering how vast the world is.

"I must warn you." You say, doing your best to resist laughing. "if you shall return, I shall ask a penance of bearing my young once more from you." You say, watching their moods lighten up as the elves bow to you and leave your domain. As they leave, you begin to think, leaving your second monster core to fend off the latest wave of monsters as you plan out your next moves.

You were far too weak at this time. True, with your vast number of buffs from your cheats, your level 300 body was almost overpowering with the stats of a level 78000, but you would lose those buffs the second you left your dungeon. Furthermore, you had firsthand knowledge of the Heroines and the Leaders of the Dark. You could be level 9000000000 and you'd still lose in a fight against them. No, you need to acquire as many skills as you can before both the light and the dark realize you don't want any part of their insane war.

Question is, where do you start?