They're Adventurers, But They Aren't Here Solely For My Dungeon.

Damn. Nearly Quadruple the Number of People already within My Dungeon had just entered My Canyon. They Must've Slipped in While I was in My Enraged State. This was Precisely Why I didn't like the Idea of Raging Out. These Intruders had been inside My Domain for Hours Now Without My Knowing of it. How long did My Rage Battle last? Long Enough, the Sun was starting to set outside. So, I was Blind for at least 3 hours. Now that I had the Barbarian Class I'll be keeping a tight leash on My Rage. No more loosing Control.

I counted 22 of Them. 7 of them Were Angelic Emanations in the Shapes of Large Humanoids. The Hands of the Silvery Steel Constructs were formed into Blades. So the Holy Person who Created them likely Didn't have much of an imagination. Of the 15 People in the Mishmash Group, 4 of them weren't Adventurers. They looked like Laborers and worked in Pairs to Haul Two Small Mostly Empty Four Wheeled Carts behind them. Porters then, to Haul the Gathered Loot. They'd Borrowed Kori'Ya'Kaminari's Plan for taking more Loot out of My Dungeon. I guess Great Minds do think alike. Only. I was getting a bad vibe from this Group. A group that wasn't unified. There actually seemed to be Two different Teams. In fact, I recognized the Names of the Team Leaders and also some of the other Adventurers. A Charming blond haired Human named Danik lead one of the Teams with Burchig, Vactor and 3 others. A Younger Red Bearded Dwarf named Fengi led the other team followed by 4 other Men.

These were the Adventurers who've been Pilfering all the Contracts from Adventuring Team Sexy. The Women Mentioned them by name and My God's Eye Confirmed that these were those Men. There was only 1 Woman among them and the Blond Haired Girl seemed to be hanging off of Danik's Arm. What was this, High School? For some reason she really Reminded Me of a High School Cheerleader. At least she was Dressed somewhat like an Adventurer. If the White Priestess Robes she wore could be considered Adventuring Garb.

Overall I was rather unimpressed by this Lot. Perhaps after Seeing How Kick Ass The Woman's Team was, I was Judging these Adventurers from Too High a Standard. That was Probably the Case. I still wasn't very Impressed. There were only 3 Talented Individuals in this Whole Group. I Skimmed over the Information on the Adventurers looking for anything important, skipping alot that I really couldn't care less about. I started with Danik and the Long Legged Blond Girl who was a permanent fixture to his arm.

Name: Danik...Dumb Last Name

Title: Adventurer Terminator(This Being has a Distaste for Competition and Prefers to End His Competitors Permanently. This Individual has Terminated every Adventuring Team that They've Ever Been a Part of and Many other Teams who've Crossed Their Path. For Killing over 100 Fellow Adventurers this Individual has Gained the Elimination of The Eliminators Power.)

Race: Human...Skip

Age: 28

Class: Tier V BrightLight Swashbuckler(A Magical Offensive Combat Class- This Individual is a Expert Duelist with a Flair for Dramatic Showmanship. They Specialize in 1 On 1 Combat and Being Charismatic enough to Talk their Way out of Most Disadvantageous Situations. They receive a 600% Increase to Physical Strength and Speed when Fighting Solo against any Opponent. That Increase is Doubled if this Individual is Fighting in a Duel with Multiple Witnesses and a Bladed Weapon in Hand. During any 1 on 1 Combat they gain the BrightBlade Ability. When Activated this Ability makes this Individual's Blades Shine with a Brilliant White Light intense enough to Blind their Opponent to the Movements of their Blade. However, only their Current Opponent can see this Light tipping any 1 On 1 Fight in This Individual's Favor. 400% Increase to All Persuasion Attempts when Being a Roguish Boisterous Person.)

Tier III ThroatSlicer(A NonMagical Offensive Combat Class- This Individual is an Assassin who Prefers to do their Dirty Work up Close and Personal. Within 100 feet of a Chosen Target They Gain the Silent Advance Ability. All of this ThroatSlicer's Movements and Actions become 90% Silent when Moving against a Target or Targets. The Silencing Effect Ends 3 Minutes After Their Target or Targets have had their Throats Cut. 3 Extra Minutes are added to this Countdown for Each Creature Who has their Throat Cut While the Countdown is Still Ongoing. 1 hour Cooldown after the Ability Ends. This Being receives a 100% increase to Experience Gained when Killing an Enemy by Cutting open their Throat. 200% increase to Physical Strength when Using any Cutting Type Weapons.)

Powers: Elimination of The Eliminators(This Individual is a Killer. They may Hunt Monsters but their Primary Quarry is other Monster Hunters. It is Easier to Strike when your Enemy Doesn't Suspect Your Even Hunting them. Being a Fellow Hunter This Individual knows when Adventurers are at their weakest and has repeatedly used that information to Kill Their Formidable Prey. This Individual receives a 1000% increase to Subterfuge Attempts made against Adventurers. They also receive a 400% increase to Physical Strength when they Succeed in Tricking an Adventurer into letting them Get Within Striking Distance.)

Important Historical Moments: Danik was the Newest Member of his First Adventuring Team. Since the Begining He Felt like he was treated poorly by the rest of the Team. The Loot was never favorable to him, He always received the Shit Assignments. There was always something to be angry about. The One Bright Spot was that he Developed Feelings for Gina the Group's Mage. When She Spurned His Affections and Began Dating the Team Leader, Danik had had Enough. He Slit the Throats of the Whole Team in their Sleep except for Gina. Danik **** and Tortured Gina until she Submitted to him Completely. Then he grew tired of Gina and Slit Her Throat Too. He Decided from then onwards that he would always be the Team Leader. If others Tried to oust him, then he would "Dissolve" the Team and start again.

Danik Met Chelsie after he Slaughtered his Thirteenth Adventuring Team. Danik relocated to DunHold Province and Joined a young Adventuring Team who needed someone with experience to teach them. Chelsie was 1 of those 5 Members. Once it became clear that Danik wasn't welcome to Stay in the Party For more than a Few Months He intended to **** the Team and Move on. But Chelsie Peaked his interest. She Confessed Her Affections for him and he had her Prove her loyalty by Helping him Kill the Rest of the Team. They have been inseparable partners ever since.

Opinion of You: None

I can see why Danik didn't have any Qualms Stealing Contracts from a Fellow Adventuring Team, He Has No Morals Whatsoever. How Much Experience could an Assassin get from Cutting the Throats of his Own Adventuring Party? After All, how would an Assassin handle Inter Party Disputes? By Slicing Throats and disposing of any Witnesses. That's How. I bet he keeps his Distance from anyone who could Read his Status Sheet. He wouldn't want anyone to know he was a Murderer and a ****. Who Knows how many Women He's Despoiled since Gina. While My Patron Godesses Carnachias and Melanoche Might condone such behavior, I thought it was Needlessly Cruel and Rather Distasteful. Danik's Skills were Decent. He could have earned a Position of Leadership, but Instead he'd become a Heartless Backstabber. And Somehow his Young Female Accomplice was just as Rotten as he was.

Name: Chelsie Bacstram

Title: KinSlayer(At the Young Age of 9 Years Old This Psychic Individual Murdered Their Entire Loving Family. From Their Protective Older Brothers and Adorable Little Sisters to Their Doting Parents and Caring Grandparents. Not Even the Family Dog Escaped their Notice. This Being Killed Them All. Just Because They Felt like it. This Individual receives the Growth By Familicide and Blood Locates Blood Power.)

Race: Human....Skip

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Reproduction: Sexual

Class: Tier IV BloodDoused Sorceress(A Offensive Magic Class- Adept Water, Wind and Blood Magic Spells. This Being is a Magic Caster Who Excells at Channeling Their Magic Through the Blood Essence of the Recent Dead. When Doused Liberally in Dried Blood This Individual receives a 400% increase to Magical Strength. When Doused Liberally in Fresh Blood This Individual receives a 900% Increase to Magical Strength. They also Gain the BloodDoused Possession Spell. This Spell can Target any Opponent that shares any Blood Type that is Dousing this Sorceress. This BloodDoused Sorceress can Attempt to Magically Take Control of as Many of Those Creatures as Their Magical Mental Strength can Handle. Can't Take Control of Already Controlled Creatures.)

Tier II Priestess of(Ariel)(A Defensive/Support Holy Magic Class- Heal, Smite, Light and Dark access, and Weak Necromancy. 100% increase to Faith Magic Strength and Defence.)

Powers: Growth By Familicide(This Individual Grows Stronger with every Family Member they've Killed both Past and Present. Anyone who shares any type of Blood Relation to to this Being is Prey to this Ability. Including Anyone Adopted into the Family and any Owned Pets. This Individual receives 1 Stat Point Per Family Member Killed, based on the Highest Stat of the Slain Person or Creature.)

Blood Locates Blood(This Individual is able to Sense people who have even a Single Drop of Related Blood within their Body. This Ability works no matter the Distance and allows this Being to Pick out their Relatives even in a Large Crowd of People.)

Oaths: Eradicate The Dark(10% Boost to Physical Attacks against Dark Aligned creatures and you always know the general location of your target.)

Angel Blessings: Warmth(You are infused with a Holy Aura that lessens human fear towards you, you can toggle your own Fertility.)

Angelic Protection(Immunity to Paralysis, Mind Control, Unwilling Transformations, Instant **** Effects and Other Status Effects. 200% Boost to Physical Defense and Magical Defence.)

Miracles: None

Important Historical Moments: When Chelsie was Young She Decided to Slaughter her Entire Immediate Family. The Strength She Gained from Murdering Her Kin Gave her enough incentive to Continue Killing anyone Related to Her. She became an Adventurer so she could Travel Freely and Hunt Down The Multitude of other Blood Relatives out in the World.

When Chelsie met Danik She Realized pretty Quickly that He was Like Her. A Killer. She watched him and Soon became Infatuated. It was Easy to Pass Danik's Tests of Loyalty and they Quickly became Lovers. She's been Inseparable from Danik Ever Since.

Opinion of You: None

Chelsie had too much Experience for her young Age to have done things the Normal Way. It made sense that she was a Family Murdering Psycopath. How She'd managed to Become a Priestess of the Light I had no Idea. Then Again Technically I was also a Priest of the Light so maybe they Weren't too picky about Who was and wasn't allowed into the Holy Order of Light. Chelsie hadn't received any Divine Miracles. Was that Normal for Most People who Joined the Faction of Light and took Ariel's Oaths?

I wouldn't be surprised if Ariel had Sweetened the Pot for Me When I came into this World. The God hadn't wanted me to be Beholden Only to The Godesses of The Dark. So he gave me access to Some of His Divine Miracles if I was Willing to Take his Oaths.

I could See Why Chelsie would Pick Warmth and Angelic Protection as her Angel Blessings. Surrounding herself in the Holy Aura of Warmth would Lessen People's Fear Towards Her. An Absolute Necessity if She Planned to Douse Herself in the Blood of Her Enemies. People would be willing to forgive the Priestess being Covered in Blood, rather than Run away Screaming from Chelsie's Appearance. Then there was Angelic Protection. It had alot of Benefits. In My Opinion It was a no Brainer why anyone would take it.

All Told the Young Woman was a Dangerous Person.

However the Fighting Skills of the Rest of Danik's Team seemed sorely Lacking. Burchig and Vactor were the only other Members of Danik's Team that had Classes that were at least Tier III. At first I Thought this was extreamly odd. But as I Mulled it over I came to Understand that Classes Weren't so Easy to Level as I'd been thinking. Most People Didn't have Thousands upon Thousands of Loyal Followers who would Die just to give you EXP. Most People had to Farm Monsters the Hard and Dangerous Way. And it was even Harder to gain EXP if the Leadership of the Party was Stealing all the Experience. Danik and Chelsie were Clearly Monopolizing the Party Experience. Danik's Levels might've been explained by Years of Monster Hunting, but Chelsie couldn't possibly have gotten all those Class Tiers Normally. Not at her age. Even Murdering her Family Members couldn't account for Most of Her Levels. My Guess was that the Party Relied upon her Spells Heavily in alot of Monster Battles. Giving Her Most of the EXP.

I wondered how they could get away with hogging the Lion's Share of the EXP, but then I Figured it Out. The Others Were Being Bought Off. The Gleeming New Equipment of the Other Party Members made it Obvious that Danik was Spending some serious Money to Show his Team how much he "Valued Them". I'm sure a Time might come when the monetary "Gifts" wouldn't be enough to quell the Distaste the rest of the Party Felt towards Danik and Chelsie. But I had Zero Doubt that Danik could Smooth over those Ruffled Feathers. Then Danik's Team could "Accidentally" Suffer some Casualties and He'd just Recruit New Adventurers to his Team with his Uncanny Charm.

Burchig was a Middle Aged Man with a large Brown Mutton Chop Beard. He wore the New Suit of Leather Armor that Sophi had Mentioned. He held a sturdy Longbow at the ready with a Quiver full of Arrows slung over his Shoulder. He had an assortment of Knives strapped to his Belt, but I felt confident that he Preferred using them for Field Dressing his Kills rather than Combat.

Vactor was a Bulky but Shorter than Average Man who was in his Late 20s. He wore his New Full Suit of Steel Half Plate Armor minus a Helmet or Shield. Instead he had a Double Bladed Steel Battle Axe which looked Semi New. Probably another Gift From Danik.

Both Burchig and Vactor were entirely Uninteresting save for their Classes. Burchig was a Tier III Huntsman. It looked like it was a Promotion from the Ranger Class.

Class: Tier III Huntsman(A NonMagical Ranged Combat Class- This Individual has Mastered the Art of Tracking their Chosen Targets and Dispatching them at Range. They Gain the Tracking Ability. This Ability Enables this Being to Understand how to Track Ground Based Prey with Supernatural Precision. This Individual Gains the Lore of the Forest, which gives a 50% increase to Physical Strength and Speed when Fighting in Forests. A Huntsman also receives a 200% Increase to Physical Strength and Accuracy when Firing any Bow. In Addition a Huntsman has the Sense Dangerous Creature Ability, which allows This Individual to feel when a Dangerous Creature is Nearby.)

Vactor was a Tier III Berserker which I knew was a Promotion from Barbarian.

Class: Tier III Berserker(A NonMagical Offensive Combat Class- This Individual is quick to give themselves over to their Rage State and becomes Empowered by doing so. Entering a State of Rage gives them a 400% increase to Physical Strength and 50% Decrease to Physical and Magical Defence. Cannot Cast Magic while Enraged. While Enraged this Individual No Longer Feels Pain, Blood Loss from Wounds is Slowed by 70% and Natural Regeneration is increased by 100%.)

Neither of them had Powers or Titles of any kind. Nor did they have Secondary Classes. The Other Two Team Members were Young and inexperienced. One was an Archer with the Tier II Ranger Class and the other was a Tier I Knight. The Knight looked barely confident about Wielding his Longsword and Round Shield. I wondered, just how new to his Knight Class was he? Very, I would guess from how Green the Recruit Looked.

The Last Talented Person was Fengi. The Dwarf Birnahilder had Rejected a Marriage Proposal From.

Name: Fengi StoneSoul

Title: OathBreaker(This Being has Broken Many Oaths Sworn upon his Venerable Dwarven Bloodline. While not as Serious a Crime as Breaking an Oath Sworn Upon an OathStone This Individual has Committed a Taboo that Exists for a Reason. For this Criminal Achievement this Being receives the Beheld To None Power and the Dishonor's **** Curse.)

Race: Dwarf.....Not Much Honor For A Dwarf, I've met Duergar with More Honor.

Class: Tier V MaceMaster(A NonMagical Offensive Combat Class- This Individual has become a Master Mace User. The Blows they Deliver are Powerful and Cannot be Detered. This Individual Gains the Unblockable Mace Ability. This Ability makes any Single Handed Mace This Individual Swings unable to be Blocked or Parried. Any attempt at Deflection or Blocking Increases the Strength of the Mace Attack Proportionally to Sweep that Block Aside. In addition to the Substantial Damage Delt to the Blocking Limb of the Enemy, this Continuing Mace Attack retains 50% of the Extra Strength it Built up when the Enemy attempted to Block or Parry. The Extra Strength is Expended when that Single Attack is over, no matter if it's a Hit or a Miss. This Individual also receives a 1500% Increase to Physical Strength when Using a Single Handed Mace.)

Tier II Barbarian(A NonMagical Offensive Combat Class- This Individual can enter a State of Rage giving them a 200% increase to Physical Strength and 50% Decrease to Physical and Magical Defence. Cannot Cast Magic while Enraged. Can Call upon the Spirits At any Time For Aid. Can Call Upon More than 1 Spirit at a Time. Spirit of the Serpent gives Enhanced Regeneration for 1 Minute. Spirit of the Shark gives a 50% increase to Physical and Magical Defense for 1 Minute. Spirit of the Jackal allows Natural Attacks to inflict a Confusion Effect for 1 Minute. Spirit of the Bull gives a 100% increase Physical Strength for 1 Minute. Spirit of the Fish gives Water Breathing or Enhanced Breath Holding for 5 Minutes. All Spirit Callings have a 10 Minute Cooldown for Each Different Spirit.)

Powers: Beheld To None(This Dwarf's Storied Bloodline holds no Influence over This Individual. They've Forsaken Their Honor in Exchange for Greed and Avarice. They receive a 1000% Increase to Persuasion Attempts when Invoking their Bloodline in a False Sworn Oath.)

Oaths: None

Curses: Dishonor's ****(This Dwarf has Broken too Many Blood Oaths and Dishonored not only themselves. They have brought Dishonor upon all of Their Honored Ancestors. Their Dwarven Ancestors are Furious with This Descendant and have Sworn an Oath to Honor a Deserving Person who Puts an End to This OathBreaker.)

Important Historical Moments: Fengi followed his Parents when they left to become Smiths in the Human City of DunHold. His Dishonesty began when Fengi became Friends with a group of Human boys who were notoriously Dishonorable. To Earn the Friendship of the Boys Fengi took his Dishonesty too far and Broke his First Blood Oath. Fengi Swore upon His Blood to a Crafter that he would repay the Craftsman if the Artisan gave him a Specific Item to help his Father's Work. Dwarves are Well Known for Keeping their Blood Oaths so the Crafter gave Fengi the Item. Instead Fengi broke his Oath and gave the Item to the Boys. Fengi Never Stopped Breaking his Oaths after that incident. Not Even the Beatings his Father gave Fengi could Stop his Downward Spiral into Dishonor.

Opinion of You: None

Fengi wasn't as bad as Danik or Chelsie, but he was Still No Better than Pond Scum. For His Ancestors to actively Want him Dead, Fengi Must have committed some serious Dwarven Taboos. I hadn't spent enough Time around Dwarves to know the Significance of an Oath made upon their Dwarven Blood. Dwarves must have a dim view on anything that Impugned their Family's Honor. I wasn't shocked by this, but I was Surprised that Fengi's Ancestors would Condone Killing Fengi and Somehow Rewarding His Killer.

The Four other Members of Fengi's Team were Late Middle Aged Men who didn't seem like Very Hard Working Individuals. Their low Tier Classes reflected that attitude. Only their Plate Armored Spearman had a Tier IV Class. The rest were all Tier III's.

Class: Tier IV Bronzed Pikeman(A NonMagical Defensive Combat Class- This Individual has Focused on Learning how to Stand Defensively with a Spear and has Chosen the Long Pike as their Favored Weapon to fend off their Enemies. The Bronzed Pikeman is an Expert at Holding their Ground. A Bronzed Pikeman is Most Effective when Weighed Down in Heavy Armor and Using a Pike in a Two Handed Grip. This Individual receives a 400% increase to Physical Strength and Defence when Using a Pike. They receive a 200% increase to Physical Strength and Defence while Wearing Heavy Armor. When Using any Bronze Equipment this Individual Gains the Deformation Reparation Ability. As long as the Deformed Bronze isn't Broken off then it can be Perfectly Straightened back into shape as Good as New by Pounding Their Own Equipment with a Hammer. A Bronzed Pikeman can Feel the Flaws in the Bronze and Know when their Gear has returned to Peak Condition. A Bronzed Pikeman Relys Upon their Armor and Shield For Protection. They Gain the Weightless Heavy Armor Ability. Armor and Shield Weight is Decreased by 30%, or by 50% if This Individual's Equipment is Made of Bronze. This Ability Increases per Tier depending on the Specific Class.)

I found this Diversity of Classes to be a good learning Experience for Me. I would Try to remember some of these Classes for Future use. Perhaps I could try Grooming some of My Children into the More Useful Classes. I continued looking over the Classes of Fengi's Teammates.

Class: Tier III Alchemist(A Magical Offensive/Defensive Combat/Crafting Class- This Individual has Forsaken Most Magic in Favor of Learning the Fundamentals of Alchemy. Moderate Level Potion and Explosives Making. Moderate Defensive Spells such as Shield Sphere and Magic Antidote. Low level Offensive Spells such as Elemental Bullets and Lances. 300% increase to Magical Strength and Defence. 200% increase to Crafting Proficiency and Speed when Making Potions and Explosives. 50% increase to the Effectiveness of Potions and Explosives when Used in Combat.)

Huh... Was there a Bonus I missed out on when the Dark Godesses Started Me out as a Tier II? Chelsie, this Alchemist and several other Classes showed that while the Name of the Class Rarely Changed from Tier I to Tier II, there was a bonus of Some Type Added to the Class. I hadn't gotten the, 100% increase to Faith Magic Strength and Defence in My Priest Class like Chelsie Had. Did Whatever the Gods do to make me an instant Tier II make me ineligible for that Bonus? Was it a Bonus only Granted when leveling up the Class Naturally? I wouldn't have Cared about it that much, except for the Impending Tier Level Ups that "THE SYSTEM" was soon going to be throwing My Way. The Deal Might not Be worth as Much as I'd Hoped if I missed out on Too Many Level Up Bonuses. Now It Might only be a Tier II Bonus Only. I still wasn't sure exactly how it worked. Either I'll have to Test the "SYSTEM Gifted Level" on One of My Classes to see the Results, Or I'll have to Level up My Classes to Tier II first. Then Again, I could still be missing out on Future Tier Bonuses if I Accept these "SYSTEM GIVEN LEVELS". Or I could Be Worrying for Nothing if "THE SYSTEM" doesn't use the Same Methods as what the Dark Godesses did. Once More I was Lacking the Details to Adequately make an Informed Decision. Most Likely this was Something My Women wouldn't Know anything about. I would Just have to go with My Gut Feeling or Tial and Error.

Class: Tier III Arbalist(A NonMagical Ranged Combat Class- This Individual has Dedicated Themselves to becoming a Proficient Beast and Monster Hunter using a Heavy Windlass Crossbow. They have a Rudimentary Understanding of the Mechanisms Behind the Design of their Advanced Crossbow. This Being Gains the Infrangible Draw Ability which prevents any Type of Crossbow Limbs or String From being Damaged/Broken while Being Drawn. Letting an Arbalist Safely Draw any Type of Crossbow to it's Maximum Draw Weight. This Individual Gains the Lores of Beasts and Monsters, which confers a 50% Decrease in Physical Defense to Beasts and Monsters who Fight This Being. This Individual Receives a 350% increase to Accuracy and a 100% increase to Physical Strength when Using any Type of Crossbow.)

Class: Tier III Archimandrite of(Ariel)(A Defensive/Support Holy Magic Class- This Priest has developed their Talents for Healing and Other Priestly Magics. Their Healing Abilities are Stronger and they can Cast a Group Healing Spell with a 8 Meter Radious. An Archimandrite can also Cast a Single High Level Healing Spell Per Day. They Gain the Bless Others Spell, which provides a 100% increase to Physical Defense for 1 Hour to an Ally. This Individual Gains the Moderate Offensive Turn Undead Spell. They also Gain the Shield of Faith Spell, which can block a Moderate Amount of Damage for 30 Seconds with a 1 Hour Cooldown. This Individual has the Holy Aura Passive Spell, which provides a 200% increase to Magical Defence and Immunity to Mind Control for all Allies Within 2 Meters. They have Moderate Light Magic Spells and access to Dark Magic. 400% increase to Faith Magic Strength and Defence.)

The Archimandrite Class was a Powerful Defensive Support Class for it's Tier. However it sacrificed alot of it's Direct Combat Potential with the Removal of Smite and Necromancy. I certainly preferred My Own ArchPaladin Class.

The Archimandrite had picked the Eradicate The Dark Oath, then the Angel Blessings Immaculate Conception and Angelic Protection. I wasn't surprised that the Holy Man had chosen to power to Create Emanations. The Angelic Steel Constructs would be Highly Useful to a Class Like His. They could Act Offensively where the Archimandrite could not. The Man's 7 Emanations surrounded him closely. I got the Impression that He Didn't Trust His Team Members to Protect his Back. It wasn't hard to imagine exactly why that was. This Entire Group of Adventurers had a Distrustful feel to them. They had the Look of Two Upstanding Teams of Adventurers but their Demeanor Spoke of the Misconduct they were about to Perpetrate. Misconduct Aimed at Adventuring Team Sexy.

This Group weren't exploring anything within My Dungeon. Sure, they Were Battling any of My Dungeon Creatures who got in their way, but their Huntsman was directing their Group along the exact path the Women's Team had taken. This **** was over halfway to the Women and they had "Nefarious Intentions" Written all over them.

Birnahilder and Emi were within a Sizable, but Not Too Big Cave setting up an oblong circle of stones for a Fire Ring. They Must be Making Camp to Rest for a bit before they Start back at it again. Sophi and Kori'Ya'Kaminari were a Short Distance away. Sophi was Field Dressing and Skinning a WereBoar Carcass that was hung up onto a Tree. Kori kept her eyes on the surrounding Rocky Plainslands as a Sentry.

It would still be a few hours before the Two Groups intersected. I thought about just letting whatever was about to happen occur. I knew I could stop Danik and Fengi's Teams if I wanted to. However, this Encounter between these two Groups might Provide Me with an Opening. An Opening I could Capitalize on if I was Ready when the Time Came.

Using the Time Available I Prepared as best as I could. I would Keep My Distance For Now and watch as Events Unfolded. What happened next wasn't likely to be pleasant. In a Straightforward Fight My Gold was still on Adventuring Team Sexy for the Win. However I had My Doubts that this Would Be anything but a Lopsided Ambush. I can't Imagine that Danik and Fengi would Move openly against the Women's Team without the Assurance of Victory. I held Myself and My Forces at a distance. We would be Ready to Move In should an Opportunity Arrise.

Sophi Cooked a Fantastical SpitRoasted Meal. It was both Awe Inspiring and Mouth Watering. At First I Thought The Huge Boar was too big to Roast all at once. I expected her to Carve Off slabs of Meat or Cut the Boar in Half. Instead, Sophi Pulled out the Rods of her SpitRoaster from the same Case she had her Scythes in. Apparently they were stored along the Outside of the Case under part of the Fabric Liner. The Rods were Thick, Long and Strong. They were capable of supporting the Entire Huge Boar. Birnahilder and Emi had built up a large oblong Fire Pit and had collected enough Firewood to make a small Bonfire. Then the Cooking Began. Watching the Amazonian Woman Prepare and Roast their Dinner was impossible to forget. From her Backpack Sophi Brought out some Wild Onions and Carrots, then a Half Dozen Cloves of Garlic, a Sack full of Edible Mushrooms and then a few other Spices and Ingredients I didn't recognize. But I did see Sophi bring out a pouch of Finely Ground up White Salt and a seperate pouch of Raw Peppercorns. She was pulling so much Stuff from inside of her Pack. Did Sophi Have a Bag of Holding inside her Backpack? No... Her Backpack was just Oversized. It looked like a Normal Backpack, but it was sized to her Body. That was the Trick. The Huge Backpack could hold more than any of the Other Packs in their Group. Almost Triple the Capacity in Fact. Her Pack looked nearly Empty, but it wasn't. Sophi Probably Carried Most of the Team's Fresh Food. And for Good Reason. Sophi was "THE CHEF".

This Team Clearly had an Arrangement that worked well for them. While Kori'Ya'Kaminari remained on Watch Emi set up Everyone's Sleeping Packs. Birnahilder tended to the Fire keeping it going strong while not letting the Flames Get too High. And Sophi. She Cooked up one Hell of a Meal.

Sophi Began her Roast by Salting the Meat and then Grinding up some of her Peppercorns to release their Pungent Flavor. Then adding adding it on top of the Salt. Using over 20 small but long Steel Skewers, Sophi then Impaled the Newly Cut Up Vegetables onto the outside of the Slowly Roasting Boar. I thought that Skewering the Meat in such a way might make the Boar Cook Uneavenly or simply Ruin the Meal. I was Dead Wrong. Sophi knew exactly what she was doing. The Juices that ran out from the Skewered Holes in the Meat were blocked and absorbed by the Vegetables, making them More Flavorful than they had any Right to be. About an Hour into the Roast the Giantess took a Jar filled with a Golden Substance out of her Pack. Honey, She had Honey. Sophi Used a Basting Brush with a Handle made of Polished Wood and a Brush made of Fine Boar Hair. Dipping the Brush into the Honey Jar Sophi lathered the Meat as She kept slowly Rotating her Giant Roast. The Other Women and I watched on Eagerly as the Slowly Cooking Meat Sizzled and Dripped Oil onto the Fire. The Women were all enraptured by the Heavenly Aroma of their Impending Dinner.

I Myself was cursing the Fact that My Dungeon Senses didn't include a Sense of Smell. Watching what the Adventurers were preparing for Dinner Made Me register how Hungry I was. I Hadn't Eaten Anything since Last Night. There I was ignoring My Own Biological Needs again. Thankfully My Loving Daughter Boudicca was there to take care of Me. While I was watching Sophi Roast the Boar My Warrior Wasp Queen and several of her Warriors had gone Hunting. My Lover returned with an Entire Giant Elk. We Both Devoured the Massive Beast. But I was left Wholly Unsatisfied. Perhaps this Meal was not enough Quantity Wise or Because the Quality of the Meat wasn't Good. But I knew the Truth. Sophi's Cooking had reminded me how Good the Taste of Cooked Food could be. I hadn't Eaten a Single Cooked Meal since I'd Arrived on this World. There'd been too much to do without adding Cooking to My List of Tasks. I know that Abria, Eulia and Ara'Lea Cooked their Own Food. Perhaps I'd Ignored it Because their Meals hadn't Enticed Me or I was too busy to Care at the Time. But I Did Care Now. Maybe I could Convince Abria to step up her game and aquire the Cooking Class. That was a Thought.

Sophi Announced that the Meal was Ready. The Women Crowded in around the Cooked Boar and Began to Ravenously Tear into the Seared Honey Sweetened Meat and Succulent Fall Apart Vegetables. Even from a Distance the Meal **** My Mouth to Water. Whoever said that Women were Dainty Eaters has Never Seen a Woman Devouring Sophi's Boar Roast. The Deadly Women Attacked the Roast with Copper Forks and Steel Knives.

Unfortunately for them they'd only Taken a Handful of Bites from their Delicious Dinner before their Enemies Arrived. Sophi, Birnahilder, Emi and Kori'Ya'Kaminari hadn't been lax in their Defense. All of them had kept alert in case of Danger and had their Weapons close at hand. But in that Moment none of them were outside and could see the Approach to the Cave. A Monster Would've been Trouble, but Nothing they Couldn't handle. Neither They, nor I expected this Next Fight to End so Abruptly.

The Women noticed that they had Company Even Before Danik and Fengi's Team became visable. But the Two Teams hadn't come without a Plan. There was no Epic Fight. The Minute that Fengi's Huntsman Identified the Cave as the One that the Women were occupying the Group's Alchemist took a Tiny Glass Vial out of a Hardened Carrying Case at his Side. The Vial was half filled with a Yellowish Brown Liquid and was sealed by a Heavy Cork Stopper. The Alchemist winced as He Threw the Glass Vial. At First I thought it was from pain. Then I changed My Opinion when I saw him wince again as the Vial Shattered on a Rock in Front of the Cave. I had to remember that Glass wasn't an Inexpensive Item in a Pre Industrial World. The Cost of a Glass Vial was Probably higher than I might Think and was the Reason Why the Alchemist was Remorseful for it Shattering.

The Vial did not Explode. It didn't do anything I might've expected. But curiously My God's Eye considered the Half Full Vial an Item and Had Identified the Potion as it came into My Sight before it's Destruction.

Potion of Invisable Sleep- Fine Quality/Vessel Size=20 Milliliter Vial/NonMagical Potion: Newly Crafted by The Human Alchemist John Tois. Distilled From the Stomach Acid of a....... I Hurried to Read the Potion Effects as the Vial Shattered and the Item Description began to Disappear from My Sight.

Invisible Sleep(The Fumes of this Potion are a Potent Sleep Inducer. Even a Single Wiff of these Colorless NonMagical Fumes is enough to put a Medium Sized Individual to Sleep for a Short Time. The Bigger the Being the More Inhalation Required to Put them to Sleep. The Effect is instantaneous but lasts only a Short amount of Time based on how Tired the Affected Individual was. Mild Headaches upon Waking Up. Terrible Organ Damage, Vomiting and Possible Fatal Dose from Sleeping Agent Inhalation if Potion is Drunk.)

So that was how they intended to take out the Powerful Female Adventurers. Sleeping Gas. With a Magical Barrier Sophi was the Only Person I thought Might have a Chance of Resisting the Alchemical Fumes. However, I was very quickly Proven Wrong. As Adventuring Team Sexy advanced out of the Cave ready to Fight, Chelsie used a Magic Spell. The Crazy Girl's Wind Blast Spell was weak. She wasn't Covered in any Blood so her Spellcraft was as Weak as it could be. But it was exactly enough to be Effective. The Weak Gust of Wind pushed the Potion's Invisable Sleep Fumes Directly Towards the Cave Entrance. In the Spell's Lesser State it Didn't Disperse the Gas too Much as to render the Gas Useless. The Gust of Air rolled over and Past the Women but the Results were Immediate. The Catkin Warrior Girl and the SpellWrought Ice Archer succumbed to the Gas instantly. The Women Crashed to the Ground their Prior Momentum skidding them several feet in the Directions their bodies had been Moving. Sophi managed to get out a Cry of Anguish mixed with Rage as She Watched Her Freinds Fall. But Sophi only took a Few Groggy Steps in the Direction of her Enemies before the Huge Woman Fell Forward onto the Rocky Dirt. Birnahilder's Dwarven Resistance and Constitution kept her upright for a Full Minute. The Dwarven Woman was in such a Deliriously Dazed and Sleepy State that she wobbled on her Normally Sturdy Feet. When she did Finally Crash to the Ground it was with a Heavy Thud and Clang of Birnahilder's Steel Armor. The Nefarious Adventurers Triumphed in their Victory but they held back from moving into the Potion's Reach. They waited while Chelsie Cast a Water Jet Spell to Wash Away the Alchemical Potion. Then she Cast 7 More Wind Blast Spells at different Angles to Disperse the Somnolent Fumes. When she signaled it was safe to Approach the Others Moved in to secure their Captives. Chelsie cast a Few more Wind Spells inside of the Cave to clear any lingering Gas. Danik moved between the Sleeping Women while Fengi made Straight for Birnahilder. Danik had 3 Shackle-Like Golden Collars in one Hand, one of them was wider than the Others. Large enough to Put around Sophi's Neck. Then I saw that all of the Collars were slightly different in Size. They were fitted to the Measurements of all 4 Women. Fengi carried the last of those Unfastened Golden Collars, but he also had a Single Golden Ring. The Red Haired Dwarf Used Birnahilder's own Fingers to Grip Hold of and Slip the Ring onto one of her fingers. When that was done Fengi Slipped the Golden Collar around Her Neck and Closed the Metal Clasp that Snapped the Slender Golden Shackle together. Fengi Smirked in Victory as He took the Ring off Birnahilder's finger and tossed the Artifact to Danik. The Leader of the Other Team Caught the Ring Midair and Repeated the Process of Using the Ring and then Placing a Collar Around each Woman's Neck.

My God's Eye reavealed the Enchanted Items for what they were.

Disruptor- Artifact(16%)/Human Relic(10%)/Flawless Quality/Magical Ring: Crafted Long Ago by The Human GoldSmith Cenerik Wolen. Crafted from Pure Gold capable of Retaining Mighty Enchantments. A Master Human Enchanter Laid Two Enchantments upon this Ring.

Disruption(This Pure Golden Ring was Enchanted with a Formidable Unbeatable Enchantment to Disrupt the Power of any Being Who wears this Ring. Powers, Spells, Class Abilities, Oaths and Curses are all Completely Obstructed and Cannot be Accessed Until this Ring is Removed.)

Thy Own Hand(The Purity Essence of this Golden Ring has allowed this Item to be Enchanted in such a way that no foreign Hand can Place this Ring Upon Someone Else's Finger. The Ring must Be Placed using the Wearer's own Hand.)

Important Historical Moments: Used By Dematet The Cursed in the 3rd Battle of The Sandy Spires During The Last Holicaran Offensive. This Ring was used to Nullify Dematet's Curse allowing him to Slay all 9 of the Desfenarnen WarWitches. Ending over 59 Thousand Curses and Bringing a Final End to the Conflict. Without any WarWitches the Holicaran Offensive was a Wild Success and Ended in the Total Destruction of the Desfenarnen Empire.

Using a Person's Own Fingers to Put the Ring on Someone Else was Most Certainly an Unintentional Loophole. Danik and Fengi were using the Ring to Cancel any Powers the Woman Might have Protecting Them then Sliping the Collars on past those Disrupted Defenses. If these Collars were the Same ones the Women had discussed Earlier Today, then they'd just been Made into Debt Servants. My Eyes inspected the Collars.

Collar of Control- Superior Quality/Magical Collar: Newly Crafted by The Human CollarCrafter Fenernal Hoam. Crafted from The Bound Linked Shards of an OathStone and Coated in Solid Gold capable of Retaining Mighty Enchantments. The Clasp is inset with a Tiny Clear Dimond capable of Excepting and Retaining Secondary Enchantments. A Human Tethermancer Laid One Enchantment upon this Collar and One Enchantment Upon the Collar Clasp.

Master Control(Linked OathStone Shards act as a Binding Agent to **** this Enchantment onto the Wearer of this Collar. The Being Wearing this Collar is Enslaved to the Will and Commands of their Master. The Wearer of this Item is Incapable of Disobedience, Harming Their Master or Even Running Away. Their Master is the One who Personally Collared them, but can be Transferred to another Master by the Current Master Willingly giving Ownership to a New Individual. This Enchantment cannot change the underlying Personality of the Enslaved Being unless they Change Naturally.)

Master Release(Upon the Collar Breaking The Diamond inset into the Clasp is Enchanted to Direct it's Repository of Energy into a Deadly Pulse of Magic Aimed Directly for the Wearer's Brain. Due to the Wearer being Linked to this Collar This Attack Bypasses 90% of all Magical Resistances. Only the Current Master of this Individual can Free the Wearer of this Item. If the Master is Killed then the Deadly Magic Pulse is Unleashed upon the Wearer.)

Important Historical Moments: None

These Collars were indeed nothing better than **** Collars. They Acted Similarly to My Mark of Submission however they Bypassed the Will of the Person Entirely. The Mark of Submission could only be done with consent. However Dubious that Consent Might be. There were ways to get around nearly everything if you knew how to work The System. Like that Ring. Disruptor wasn't Crafted to be used like it was today. Almost Everything had a loophole if you could figure them out.

So they Used the Ring To Stop any Magic that Might Prevent the Enslaving Enchantment of the Collars from Working. Then Took Control of the Women by Placing the Collars around the Women's Necks. This was a well thought out Plan. A plan that required these Women to be in an Isolated Place Where and When Danik and Fengi would be ready to Strike. I was begining to think that the Bribed Guild Clerk had been Paid Twice. He probably Sold Out the Women's Location. Or Maybe this was even Worse. It could be a Plot By Marcum The Regional GuildMaster and Jonas Tylum the Rich Shop Owner to get what they want. Those Golden Collars were Probably Expensive as Hell. Sure these Teams Might be able to Aquire them but I think it's far more Likely that they were Supplied these Collars and Probably the Ring as well.

Fengi Hovered Over Birnahilder's Form with Lust and Triumph on his Face. From his manner it looked like he was taking ownership over The Female Bulwark. Not just because he was her Master through the Collar. He wouldn't let any of the Others near her Prone Body.

Danik Had become the Master of Emi, Sophi and Kori'Ya'Kaminari, however he only Paid Attention to the Comatose Ice Archer. At first Glance I thought it was because he Favored her over the Others. But, no. None of the Group went anywhere near Emi or Sophi. Not even to loot them or Collect their Weapons. I suppose with those Collars on, the Women were no longer any Threat and could in Fact be used like Allies if so Ordered. That wasn't what stood out to me. I saw gazes of Lust from the Men when they looked at their Sexy Captives. But it was laced with Fear whenever they looked at Sophi and Especially Emi. These men were afraid of the Consequences. Yeah... I think Emi and Sophi had been The Real Targets of this attack. The Regional GuildMaster wanted Emi and the Rich Businessman wanted Sophi. Birnahilder and Kori'Ya'Kaminari looked like Danik's and Fengi's Payment for the Capture of their Friends.

I'd seen more than enough. For a Minute I thought about Giving up on My Plan. Those Collars made Saving the Women impossible once they Woke Up. Killing Danik or Fengi would End 1 or More of the Women's Lives. Then Again, Their Lives Were Already Over. I couldn't imagine that Emi, Sophi, Birnahilder or Kori'Ya'Kaminari would Welcome the Life of Slavery that awaited them without My Interference. As Long as I didn't kill Danik or Fengi I Coul....

I had an Idea. Something that Might take away their Control over the Women. Not sure it'd work, but it was 100% worth the try. I had to move fast. If the Women Wake up and Join in against me I could Easily lose. These Rotten Adventurers didn't know that They'd granted Me a Brief opportunity. And I wasn't going to waste it.

As Danik and Fengi ordered their Men to drag the Women into the Cave and raise their camp I set My Own Plans in Motion. A cheer went up from the Two Adventuring Groups when they Found the Succulent Roast Boar waiting inside the Cave. But they too only Got a few Bites Each before My Attack Commenced.

Fengi and Danik both had a Sentry outside the Cave to keep an eye out for Monsters and to watch over the Wheeled Carts. Even so, it was Burchig the Huntsman who First Sounded the Alarm.

One Moment he was eating a slice of Boar off of his knife, then in the Next he was swallowing quickly and Shouted. "We Have Incoming." Grabbing his Bow and Sheathing his Knife he ran for the Cave Entrance.

Everyone else Followed Burchig out of the Cave Drawing their Weapons as they went.

Danik Stepped up Behind the Huntsman and asked. "How Many, In What Direction?

Burchigs Forehead began beading with Sweat. The Huntsman's Danger Senses could Feel what was coming and he was beginning to become Scared.

Not getting an Answer Irritated Danik and the Team Leader pressed the Man in a Stern Voice. "Am I Supposed to Guess?"

Although his Throat was Dry Burchig Finally found his Voice. "They're Everywhere. Hundreds," he Said "Maybe Thousands."

That admittance silenced the Group. They Understood The Huntsman's Danger Senses didn't normally work on Creatures that weren't much of a Challenge. For there to be that many Dangerous Creatures incoming ment Major Trouble.

I had Many Thousands of Dungeon Creatures moving in to attack, but My Plan was rather Simple. I was their Real Opponent. As they would soon Find out.

Most of the Adventurers started to laugh as their Tension Broke upon seeing The "Dangerous Attackers" Burchig was so concerned about. Kobolds. Kobolds with Crude Stone and Wooden Weapons Charged from every Direction. But Burchig wasn't Laughing. Neither was Danik or Chelsie. For thousands of Kobolds were Charging straight at the 11 Adventurers, 4 Lightly Armed Porters and 7 Angelic Constructs. Behind those Thousands of Kobolds were My LizardMen. Hundreds of Bulky Crocodilian Warriors stomped towards the Adventurers backed up against the Cliffside Cave. They let Hundreds of additional Kobolds Stream around and through their loose Ranks. Then I let My Sand Wyverns do a Flyover. The Two Tan Scaly Monsters Shrieked and Flew down threateningly from the top of the Cavern Behind the Defenders. The Wyverns Circled Overhead for a few Minutes then then Flew Off away from the Adventurers towards My Attacking Army. The Laughing had died away replaced by Trepidation at the Uncertain Battle ahead of them all. Danik didn't like his Odds but the Man was Clever Enough to think up a way to bolster his Numbers.

Danik Rushed into the Cave to try waking up the Women to add their Strength to his Own. Only... Only to Find Nothing there. Even the Roasted Boar Was Missing. "What the Fuck." He Angrily cried out in Confusion. "What the..." He started saying again in a near Whisper before his attention was diverted away from the Infuriating Mystery. A Shouted Call from outside **** Danik to abandon the Empty Cave to return to the oncoming Fight.

While the Adventurers were distracted I'd Ordered a Small Squad of My Arachne Shadow Warriors to Move through the Shadows and into the Cave. The Wyverns were a Great Diversion to keep the Adventurers Attention for the Minutes Needed to accomplish their Mission. They Snatched up the Collared Sleeping Forms of Emi, Sophi, Birnahilder, Kori'Ya'Kaminari and the Entire Roast Boar. It was Fascinating that My Black Arachne could Carry People and Belongings through the Shadows. It could only Be Done if the Person or Gear was Covered in a Shadow Warrior's ShadowSilk, but it was still an effective method for Pulling a Team of Sexy Adventurers out of Harms Way.

I thought for Sure Burchig's Danger Sense would alert him to My Shadow Warriors. Exactly why I'd Chosen that exact moment to unleash the Wyverns from above. There was a chance that fear of the Wyverns would drive the Adventurers back into the Cave. Thankfully that hadn't happened but I had prepared for that possibility just in case. More Shadow Warriors had Awaited in the the Shadows to move in to provide support should the Adventurers notice my Ploy and Reinforcements became necessary. However, Everyone including Burchig seemed more concerned with the Attacking Army and Wyverns. I was surprised he was Blind to the Closer threat. Perhaps his Danger Sense Ability couldn't Pierce the Shadows. Either that or Burchig's Senses were already going Haywire from all the Monsters Moving in to Surround these Vile People.

With Adventuring Team Sexy Secured and out of the Way I had a bit more time to deal with these Adventurers. I was using Dungeon Creatures rather than My Actual Army because I wanted all this Experience for Myself. Only Fodder was needed for the Frontal Attack this time. The Kobolds threw themselves at the Adventurers as a distraction and to allow me to Take Them Out. I just had to ensure Danik and Fengi were captured alive. I had a Plan for that. But I needed to cut down their Numbers First. Starting with the Adventurers who could most impact this Battle.

Burchig and the Other Archer Fired Arrows from their Bows. However both Archers and the Arbalist realized very Quickly that they needed to conserve their Ammunition and Pick their Targets Carefully. They had Hundreds of Arrows Each with the Suppy of Extra Arrows from the Wheeled Carts, but that was a drop in the Bucket against an Army. They Stopped Firing altogether waiting for the Horde to get Close enough so they had a better chance of Retrieving their Spent Ammunition.

The Archimandrite Ordered his 7 Humanoid Emanations to stand in front of him and form a Defensive line. Then he moved about casting a Spell upon each of the Emanations and the Other Front Line Fighters. I could see the 100% increase to Physical Defense buff added to each Person from his Bless Others Holy Spell.

The Alchemist and Chelsie were the only Ranged Fighters who could act freely. And their Strategy Surprised me.

The Alchemist held up Another Vial of Invisable Sleep and looked at Danik Questioningly. Danik Nodded, confirming something with the Alchemist I couldn't fully Comprehend. I suspected it had to do with the Cost of the Potion, but I didn't know for sure.

The Alchemist Threw the Potion a few Meters beyond the Center of their Front Line. The Vial Shattered and the Alchemical Mixture began unleashing it's Fumes. That's where Chelsie Got Creative. She Began to use small Gusts of Wind Magic to send the Fumes in all Directions. The Tactic worked. The Onrushing Kobolds charged into the invisible Fumes and Crashed headlong to the Ground. Piles of Sleeping Kobolds began to form slowing the Center of My Charging Forces. But it was hardly Enough. And the Kobolds weren't Dead. At least, they weren't, until the Alchemist threw another Vial at a large rock between the large Mounds of Sleeping Kobolds. This Vial Exploded taking about 360 Bunched up Kobolds with it and setting a swath of the area in front of the Adventurers on Fire. It had the added benefit of giving them a barrier to stave off attacks from that direction for an even longer time.

The Adventurers began to engage in Melee Combat. The Kobolds were no match for the Adventurers individually, but their Sheer Numbers put the Humans to the Test. The Angelic Emanations also dominated the Field against the goblin sized Lizard Folk. The Holy Constructs took more hits from the Kobolds while swiping their Metal Bladed Arms through groups of Bunched up Monsters. But the Kobold's Crude Weapons did nothing to the Silvery Angelic Steel bodies of the Emanations. The most the Kobolds could accomplish was a few Scratches.

I could've let the Battle rage on for longer than was Necessary, but I saw no reason to delay My Upcoming Meeting with Adventuring Team Sexy. Whether I won this Battle or Not the Women were no longer Fully Within the Clutches of their Enemies. Even if I somehow failed to capture Danik and Fengi the Female Adventurers Might be safe as long as I entrapped them within My Dungeon. However being Magically Leashed to their Owners Will might **** them to try returning to their Masters even without being ordered to do so. Luckily for these Women I was in the Right Place and Time as well as Willing, to do what I could to save them from being Enslaved.

While I had concerns about Trump Cards these People Might have up their Proverbial Sleeves, I decided that as long as I kept a Close Eye on their Actions I could call in backup or take action Against any potential Threat.

I Used My Assassin's Shroud Ability for the First Time and became Cloaked in Shadow. Looking at Myself with My Dungeon Sight I wasn't expecting what I saw. I'd expected to see a Me Sized Shape Constructed of Shadows. Instead I saw a vague shadowy Stick Fugure of Myself, but the Form Writhed and Streached out like True Shadows. Even with My Dungeon Sight I had Trouble seeing Myself. I moved out into a brightly lit area and it became easier to see the Silhouette of My Shadow Form. But it still wasn't Easy. Somehow the Shroud adapted to the Sightline of Anyone Looking in the direction of the Assassin. Instead of seeing what was coming for them the Victim Would only See what they Thought were Shadows at a distance. Testing it out, I soon noticed that Quick Movements were a dead giveaway, but Very Slow Motions were Imperceptible from the Real Shadows behind me. I suppose that if no Shadows Existed in the backdrop of your Target's Sightline this Ability would be Useless. The Profile of a Shrouded Assassin would stick out Vividly under Shadowless Conditions. The Shroud could Be Pierced by My God's Eye giving me an, But People who could See Staus Sheets Were Limited and not all of those Abilities would be as Powerful as the One I Possessed.

Within My Shroud I moved forwards from the Same Direction as My DragonSpawn Warmaster. The Huge Wingless Draconic Warrior was acting as this Army's General. Considering that just under a Thousand of these Kobolds and 2 Dozen of the LizardMen were actually already Members of his Tribe, it wasn't too Much of a Stretch for him to Command this Huge ****. He might loose some of his Army Today but I had no Doubts that if he survived the Fight then he was going to have alot of Eager Recruits joining him from the Ranks of this Thrown Together Army. And The Likelihood of the Draconic Warmaster Surviving was high in My Opinion. I'd given him strict orders not to attack himself. He was only allowed to send in the Kobolds, a handful of the LizardMen and to Look Menacing while slowly moving forwards.

As I suspected Burchig's Danger Sense Kicked off when The Two of Us Moved in. Although I wasn't sure if he could Accurately Sense Individual Dangers or if he was only judging it based on the Spread of the Dangers. So I decided to try Obfuscating My Presence if My Assassin's Shroud didn't hide me From His Danger Sense Ability. I hoped to confuse his Senses and Make him think that the Obviously Monsterous 14 foot Tall DragonSpawn was the True Danger the Huntsman was Feeling. So I stuck close to My Elite Dungeon Creature to Muddle My Presence.

"Danikkk, Serious Fucking Incoming." Burchig Panicky Cried out a Warning While firing arrows into the Kobolds who tried to sneak through the Defensive Line.

Danik Cut Down a Kobold with his Hardened Steel Rapier and parried away an awkward club strike with his off hand Dagger giving him a brief reprieve to look into the Distance. The Huge DragonSpawn Warmaster was obvious to see. The bulky 14 Foot Tall Draconic Humanoid was armed only with his Barrel sized Muscular Fists and the Scimitar-like Claws Mounted to his Huge Fingers. Danik Grimaced at what he saw. He called out to his Partner in Crime and ordered Chelsie to "Bring It Down!"

I thought about letting Chelsie attack. Seeing how she intended to use Blood Magic or Adept Water Magic to "Bring Down" My Elite DragonSpawn would be interesting to witness. But I didn't see the point in Letting this Farce of a Fight Continue Anymore. The Outcome was Certain in My Mind. So I cast My Spell.

When the Melee Combat began in earnest Chelsie had used what I suspect was a Minor Water Spell to pull the Blood from the Nearest Kobold Corpses. The Blood Streamed through the Air and Flowed over Chelsie Dousing her body with the Viscous Red Fluids. She cast the Spell Multiple times until her Visage matched her Namesake Class. The BloodDoused Sorceress then Set about Casting Blood Magic Spells. She apparently had quite a few of them. Blood Magic Was Vicious.

She had a Spell that made a Kobold Gush Blood from Every Oraface. The Blood was forcibly Ejected Until the Creature had none left. It was Gruesome and Quite Painful to the Victim. But Chelsie was the Kind of Person who Delighted in such Treatment. She had a Wicked Grin on her Face every time she cast this Spell.

Another of Chelsie's Spells shot out a small Spray of Blood at an Enemy or a Tightly Packed Group of Enemies. Instead of piercing the Kobolds the Blood was absorbed wherever it touched the Unprotected Skin of Bipedal Lizards. Moments later the Kobold would Convulse like it was having the Worst Heart Attack Imaginable, only 100 Times Worse. Kobolds afflicted by this Spell would Die Very Quickly. I suspect the Blood Magic Was somehow causing the Victim's Heart to Slowly Burst. Another Terrible way to die.

Her Favorite Spell seemed to be a Spike of Blood that utilized Existing Pools of Blood. Those liquids would Solidify into a Small Dense Spike of Blood in whatever direction she wanted. The Blood Spike would only remain solid for as Long as Chelsie's Attention remained upon it. She was Killing One or More Kobolds every 10 or So Seconds with that Fast Casting Spell.

Chelsie was far too Dangerous to let live.

Before the BloodDoused Sorceress could Heed Danik's new Kill Order I gave her a Taste of her own Favorite Killing Method. My Earth Spike Tore it's way Out of the Ground slightly behind the Young Murderess. As it was an Attack of Solid Matter rather than Direct Magic I don't think her Magical Resistances gave her much, if Any Protection. The Sharp Crag of Rock Impaled Chelsie's Lower Back from Behind and dragged her high into the Air. The Girl's Eyes were Wide with Shock at the Sudden Reversal of her Fortune. The Rocky Spike had torn through her Back and Protruded a full 3 Feet Out from her Stomach. She didn't die an instant Clean **** as I'd Hoped. From this Distance hitting her Heart from behind was harder than I'd expected. While the Sorceress hadn't instantly died she only lasted for a matter of Seconds. The Tier II Priestess had enough wits to cast a healing spell on herself, but it didn't apear to have much effect given the nature of her Mortal Injury. The BloodDoused Sorceress grasped the Spike with her hands as if she could Muster the Strength to break the Stone or pull herself off of the Spear. All while her Lifeblood painted the Stone Crag Beneath her a vivid Crimson. It wasn't long before Chelsie went Limp.

The Rest of the Adventurer's were understandably Shaken by her Abrupt ****. Those of them who could've taken action to free Chelsie from her Implement had frozen as if they would be next if they Tried to help the Dying Girl. Given his Nature I figured Danik would act in a controlled manner to save his own Life. I was Mistaken. Danik turned from his Lover's Dead body and took his Rage out on the nearby Kobolds in a nearly Uncontrollable Manner. His actions made me believe that Danik had Developed Real Feelings for Chelsie.

With the knowledge that they had a Powerful SpellCaster Against them the Other Adventurers started to loose their Nerve . It didn't help that one of their Leaders had Apparently Lost Their Shit.

Fengi Called for a Retreat into the Cave, but his actions and those of the People who listened to him only made the Front Line Start to fall apart.

I took that opportunity to kill the Alchemist. I Fired off an Elemental Bullet made of Life Magic with an Attached Drain Life Spell. The Man Moved at the last minute, but I still managed to graze him. The Bullet moved faster than Could be seen with the naked Eye and punched through the Alchemist's outer Arm just below his Shoulder. The Potion Brewer was clearly new to pain and Clawed at his Bleeding Arm like he was Dying from that simple flesh wound. Incidentally the Man was Actually Dying, but not from the Injury that caused blood to seep between his Fingers. The Bullet itself Caused only Superficial Damage. However, the Drain Life Spell Attached to the Magical Bullet was very Deadly. Within Moments the Alchemist was being Drained of Life and within a Minute all that was Left was a Pile of Dust Surrounded by his Personal Effects.

While Everyone was fighting and also distracted by his Brutal End, Burchig let out another Warning. "Above U...." A Warning that was cut off when My Life Elemental Lance Tore through his Chest. The Draining Effect was even Quicker this Time and I wondered if More Physical Contact with the Spell made the Withering Process Faster. Just Like the Alchemist I felt the Flow of Experience from the Huntsman plus the Extra EXP granted from the Drain Life Spell.

Only a few of the Adventurers had the Opportunity to look up. Most of them were falling Back while trying to fend off dozens of Kobolds. From both the Far Sides Above the Adventurers My Ghost Arachne were racing across and down the Cliff Face at Speed. The Ghostly Translucent White Arachne began to throw their Thin DiamondWire Needles. The Arachne didn't throw their Needles at random. They Targeted Fengi and Danik from a Diagonal Angle. More Specifically their Extremities. The Ghost Arachne weren't aiming to Kill. I needed Danik and Fengi Alive. To that end I'd finally Enlightened My Arachne in the Use of Dipping their Needles into their Own Paralytic Venom.

Danik took 3 Poisoned Needles. 1 in his Left Arm and 2 in his legs. His Leather Armor was no match for the DimondWire Projectiles. Danik's Paralyzed leg Buckled at an awkward moment. He collapsed down onto his uninjured leg and his Left Arm Drooped to his Side. The Kobolds surrounding him couldn't miss his Vulnerability and Dogpiled the Man. It was then that Danik Realized his Predicament. That his Rage over Chelsie's **** had doomed him. The Swashbuckler only killed a few more Kobolds before the Debilitating Venom, Bloodloss and the Weight of the Kobolds made him immobile.

The Villainous Dwarf was retreating to the Cave with the Rest of the Adventurers. But Fengi couldn't Fall back quick enough with the Masses of Kobolds pressing in on him. If he'd known he was being singled out by My Ghost Arachne I bet he would've fled from the fight entirely to get inside the cave. But Fengi Didn't realize he was about to be flanked and Targeted. The MaceMaster caved in Kobold Bones Wherever his Mace went and his Round Steel Shield Prevented Retaliatory Strikes. But Fengi's Full Steel PlateMail couldn't prevent the DiamondWire Needles from Penetrating his Legs. 2 Needles took the Dwarf in his left leg and 1 more drove through the Dwarf's Armored Boot Pining him to the Stone Ground beneath him. Fengi Cried out in Pain and Bashed in the Skull of 1 Last Kobold. Then he too was Swarmed and overwhelmed by Kobolds. Unable to move Back any Further due to his Paralyzed and Pinned Leg Fengi's only Recourse was to Thrash Violently. For every Kobold Thrown off 3 or More Kobolds Piled onto him.

With the Exception of Vactor, the Rest of the Adventurers were too busy trying to stay alive themselves to help their Leaders. I wouldn't Expect much Valor among Scum, but these people took this Stereotype to the Max. I hadn't even seen their Healer the Archimandrite cast more than a handful of Spells.

I was Momentarily Surprised that both Danik and Fengi were disabled so Quickly. They hadn't manifested any tricks to Stop My Plans. It was somewhat disappointing. I healed their Wounds after ordering the Needles Removed. Then ordered My Arachne to bite the Men to inject them with more Paralytic Venom. I instructed my Soldiers to Strip them of all their Gear before they were bound and dragged off. The Two men were ushered off the Field for their own Safety.

With their Capture My Mission was already a Complete Success. Time to finish this.

While everyone Else had successfully pulled back to the Cave Entrance, Vactor had fallen Victim to his Rage and remained outside. The Armored Berserker was covered in Blood and had a mounting Kill count of Kobolds.

I ended his Killing Spree with My Next Spell. Vactor was moving too much for anything less than My Fastest Spell. Even So, My Life Draining Bullet only barely caught the Berserker in his side as the Squat Buff Man juked to the Side to Slaugher another Mass of Kobolds with his Double Bladed Battle Axe. An Enraged Berserker was Incapable of Feeling Pain, or so the Class Description Stated. But I could see the Strain on the Human's Face as his Vitality was Sapped away. Vactor Kept Swinging his Two Handed Axe, up until his Body Fell apart from within.

I savored the Rush of Vactor's Life Potential as I examined My Remaining Enemies. Their EXP would help propel me to higher heights of Power. The only Active Members of Danik's Crew was the Tier II Ranger and the Newbie Tier I Knight. They looked Terrified and had every right to be so. All 4 of the Strongest Members of their Team were Dead or Captured. Although, they Probably thought that Danik and Fengi were Dead. From their Position just inside the Mouth of the cave they probably hadn't seen the Final Fates of their Leaders. But they had a great view of Chelsie's Impaled body high up in the Air. The Gory Sight only made their Terror Grow. Fengi's Team was holding together. If only Barely. The Archimandrite had become the De Facto Team Leader. He rallied the others to the Defence placing all 7 of his Emanation Soldiers at the Cave Entrance to give the Flesh and Blood Adventurers a moment of Rest after killing hundreds of Kobolds. From his Team only The Tier III Arbalist and the Tier IV Bronzed Pikeman Remained. The 4 Porters were all Alive but the Large Men were hardly the Reinforcements they needed to win this fight.

I probably could've destroyed the Weakened Teams with 1 or 2 Plasma Fireballs but the Extra Experience I was Getting from My Drain Life Spell was Substantial. And I also wanted their Equipment. It would be impossible to recover their Gear if it was all Slagged by the Immense Heat of a Plasma Ball. So I decided to continue My Strategy of Killing them from Stealth With Life Elemental Bullets. I was able to kill both the Bronzed Pikeman and the Tier I Knight before they Paniked, abandoned the **** Point of the Entranceway and Retreated out of sight into the Shallow Cave.

I told My Dungeon Creatures to stop attacking. They weren't needed anymore. My Arachne were on Standby. There were Plenty of Ghost Arachne and Shadow Warrior Arachne nearby that would come if I called, but I wanted to finsh this Myself.

I walked into the Cave alone. There was still well over 45 minutes of time left before My Assassin's Shroud Ability expired. The Shadows within the Shallow Cave made me completely invisible to the Adventurers who were Cowering in one Corner. The 7 Emanations were still in Good Shape and the Steel Constructs Surrounded the Survivors. So I Slagged Each of the Emanations in Turn With Dark Bolts. It was hard to see The Black Balls of Darkness in the Gloomy Cave. Especially with the Fire nearly out due to the Lack of Fresh Firewood. It took only 1 Dark Bolt to incapacitate an Emanation. The Acidic darkness Chewed through the Angelic Steel until they fell into two halfs. The Tier II Ranger used his Bow to Try shooting me Twice, but Missed Both Times. The Arbalist had only 1 Bolt Left and he Held his Shot shakily pointing his Heavy Crossbow into the Darkness trying in Vain to get a bead on Me.

I Killed Each of them one after another with Drain Life Bullets. I didn't offer them Surrender nor did they think to ask for it. These Men had Enslaved 4 Women Today and who knew how many other People had Suffered because of their Choices. I had no Pity for these Men. It was an ignominious End for a Deserving Group of Individuals.

I started with the Arbalist as he was the only Person with a weapon that might've had a chance to Pierce My Armor. When his loaded Crossbow clattered to the stone floor any chance of hurting me became a near impossibility.

The only Kill I didn't get any Experience for was one of the Laborers. The Pressure of seeing Each Man Turned to Dust must've broken his Mind. He Decided to Use the Arbalist's unfired Crossbow to End his Own Life. I couldn't begrudge the Man his Method of Suicide. Shooting a Heavy Bolt up through his Eye and into his Brain was a Very Quick End.

The Archimandrite I left for Last. He had a number of Spells he'd kept in Reserve just to save himself. This Selfish man might've changed the outcome of this Fight if he'd used his Shield of Faith Spell or his High Level Healing Spell. In all likelihood those Spells wouldn't have made any difference against me, but I'd expected more from this Man. The Archimandrite was Pale with Fear when I shot My First Spell at him. That was when I Discovered that the Support Mage had Cast his Shield Spell on Himself. He must've done it a while ago. Besides from a single Mass Healing Spell I hadn't seen him cast anything since I entered the Cave. That attempt to save the Bronzed Pikeman from My Drain Life Spell had only slowed down the Process making the **** of the Armored Pikeman even more Horrific. The Archimandrite's Holy Shield Shattered from My Life Draining Bullet. Within My Dungeon Domain My Magical Strength was Far Too Strong to be Stopped. The Bullet's Momentum was slowed but it Didn't Stop until it Tunneled through the Holy Man's Chest. The Man's White Priest Robes began to turn Crimson with his Blood. It was then that the Man showed me his Stubborn Nature. He cast his Highest Level Healing Spell on Himself. The Idiocy of his Choices made Me Sick. From the Start This whole affair was all brought about because Stupid People made Dumb Choices. All I felt for these Characters was Contempt. The Archimandrite looked Relieved to see his Wounds Healing Up. Then I shot Him Again. With No Magical Shield to protect him the Bullet tore through him and Exploded out his back. He slumped against the wall and cast another Healing Spell on Himself, but his Wounds Didn't fully Close this time. His Body Began to Suffer the Ravages of the Life Draining Effect, but the Archimandrite of Ariel Wouldn't give up. He cast another Healing Spell upon himself as soon as he could manage it.

I was actually rather glad that I could kill these Men with impunity. When I first Arrived on this World I'd Worried that My Love Humanity Oath and Neutrality Perks would hamper My Ability to do things like this. Learning that My Dungeon was considered part of Myself was so liberating. Anyone who harmed one of My Dungeon Creatures or who ordered one of their Controlled Minions to do so was no longer considered to be under Ariel's Love Humanity Protection. This Archimandrite had ordered his Emanations to kill My Dungeon Creatures. Thus, he had Attacked Me First. Unknowingly or Not, Ariel wasn't going to blame Me For his **** or the **** of Chelsie, his Priestess. When it came to Humans and the Factions of the Light or Dark I had Full Reign to Act if I was Attacked First. Which had also included the 4 Porters who'd unknowingly attacked Kobolds in order to Defend themselves. I did worry a bit about My Future should anyone realize that neither I nor My Dungeon Creatures could attack humans first. It was a Vulnerability that could be exploited under the correct circumstances.

The Archimandrite lasted for longer than I expected. His Healing Magic was strong and Delayed his Demise. For Every Healing Spell he cast I Unleashed another Bullet into his torso. This strange Magical Duel went on for several Minutes. Until I got Tired of the Back and Forth. Instead of a Bullet I incanted the Spell for Elemental Lance. The Life Draining Lance Pierced through him as did the Bullets but the Wound was far More Significant. It seemed to be the Last Straw. The Last Vestiges of his Vitality was stolen from him and he Withered away into Dust in Record Time. Faster than anyone before him.

The Amount of Extra Experience I Gained from him was Enormous. It felt like I Received at least 50 Times More than he was Worth even after including the Extra EXP from the Life Drain Spell itself. I now regretted my impatience. How much more could I have Aquired? I think the Vitality he was Regenerating with his Repeated Healing was giving a boost to the Overall Amount of EXP I was Taking From him. It was as though the EXP was Proportional to the Amount of Vitality Stolen. And because he was Continuously Healing he was staying Alive and Allowing Me to Siphon off His Life Essence for a longer period of time. This Method of Gaining Experience absolutely deserves further Study. Although, it wasn't exactly a Clean Method of Killing My Opponents. So I might Limit it to Enemies only. My own Progeny Didn't deserve such a Harsh End.

The Experience was so Great it actually gave me a New Title.

Title: Wither Lord(This Individual has Drained a Creature of their Entire Life's Essence with a Potent Magical Spell. Every last Drop of their Soul's Potential has been absorbed by this User of Life Magic. And they did it in such a way that their Victim Withered away into Nothingness. For this Achievement this Being has received the Essence Eater Monster Power and their Drain Life Spell has Been Upgraded into Siphon Life.)

Monster Power: Essence Eater(This Creature is Capable of Physically Devouring the Aura of an Opponent through the Use of their Teeth. Although actually Eating the Victim's Flesh isn't Required this Individual can Literally Eat a Being's Entire Essence if allowed to do so. This Being receives a 2000% increase to Total Experience Gained when Killing with their Teeth. Any Creature killed in this Manner Withers away into Dust after ****.)

This was Wholly unexpected, but not Undesired. A New Method of Gaining Experience was a very welcome Happenstance. I'll have to try it out very soon. I'd never Killed anything with the Teeth of My Humanoid Form. Now I had a good Reason to Try out My Curved Blade-like Retractable Fangs. I was also curious to see the Differences between Drain Life and it's New Replacement Spell Siphon Life.

This event made me ponder over the Widespread Availability of Titles.

Had Anyone Ever Compiled a List of Known Titles and the Prerequisites to Achieve them? Somebody Must've done so at Some Point in the History of this World. Governments and Factions who Employed Magical Scriveners probably tried to collect such Knowledge when they Offered their Status Sheet revealing ability. No Doubt that Secret Knowledge was Jealously Gaurded by anyone who Owned Such a List. I'd probably have to Conquer a Long Established Country to obtain Such a List For Myself. Did the Duergar City have such a List? I guess I'll Find that out when I Subjugate the City. My Dragon Nature Thrumed in anticipation at the Prospect of adding such Potential Knowledge to My Treasure Horde.

Speaking of Compiling. That Reminded me of My Replication Core Daughter. First I removed My Emanation Armor. I needed to have Physical Contact with The Core in order to be able to communicate with My Odd Daughter. The Angelic Steel Construct Detached from My Body and the Magical Machine moved to stand to one Side. I reached My Hand Down. A Prodding from one of My Tentacles prompted My Moss Slime Daughter to form a Pseudopod and Pass Me the Small Pouch Containing the Rock-Like Form of My Strange Offspring. I deposited the Contents of the Pouch into My Other Hand. My Daughter Exclaimed with Infantile Delight as her Mind Connected with Mine. I Reciprocated her Feelings by letting Her Know How Much I Loved Her. Unlike My other Daughters it was clear that she hadn't had any improvement since I was last connected to Her Mind. Ambiant Mana did nothing for her Physical or Mental Growth. Her only avenue of Improving Herself was through Compiling the Cores of other Beings.

I lowered her Core to Touch the Ashes of the Archimandrite. I wasn't surprised when Nothing Happened and I learned My Daughter couldn't Compile a Core that'd Withered to Ash. That was a Shame, but hardly a Surprise. Next I brought Her Core over and Touched it to the Porter Who'd Ended his Own Life. My God's Eye saw the Improvements take Place as She Absorbed about 40% of the Dead Man's Stats. The Man didn't have much in the Way of Stat Points, but that Handful of Stats was better than the 0 she'd Previously Had in every category except for Intelligence which started as a 1. She still didn't have a Physical Body though. It was a Good thing I had a Recently Deceased Female Body on hand. I Moved outside and looked up at Chelsie's Unmoving Form. I didn't bother pulling her Down. The Crazy Girl Didn't deserve a Proper Burial in My Opinion. She would be looted and become food for the First Dungeon Creature to come back once I left the Area.

It surprised me sometimes how nonchalant I'd become in regards to the **** of Living Beings. Would I have balked at My Current actions if I were still Human? It wasn't a Question I could answer for Myself. I'd never been particularly squeamish. So My current Disposition Made Sense to Me. However I would always have that niggling feeling that I wouldn't be quite so blasé about it if I hadn't become a Dragon Minotaur Hybrid.

I touched My Daughter's Core to the Former Psycopath's dangling Leg and Felt My Daughter's Elation as She Compiled a Suitable Female Form. My Daughter's Mind Improved Rapidly by Absorbing the Intelligently Oriented Stats of the BloodDoused Sorceress.

My Replication Core Daughter immediately began to change shape. Flesh Quickly began to Grow around the Core. The Sensation was so odd I almost dropped her, but I kept hold of her least she suffer some kind of Mental Trauma from being Dropped While Developing into her New Form. It wasn't like I didn't have the Strength to hold a Person up with One Hand. I was crazy Strong within My Dungeon Domain.

It was Surreal to see up close. She grew in the Palm of My Huge Hand. A Young Feminine Torso, 2 Arms, a Head and Two legs. In Less than a Minute A fully Grown Young Woman sat upon the Palm of My Hand. And of Course, She was Naked. Naked and had her long Lithe Legs Straddling My Hand. A hand that had a Firm Young Butt sitting on it. My Still Unamed Daughter Giggled as she looked down at her New Body. I couldn't help but Look as Well. Chelsie had been a Stunning Girl. My Daughter had inherited the Girl's Perky Cheerleader Body. Only, Without the Mental Insanity that had Dissuaded Me From being interested in The Young Blonde Woman. Of course there was also the Matter of her Age. I might be a Monster but I still couldn't help but feel like a Pedophile when Presented with anyone under 18 years old. I knew It was a hangover from My Old World, but it still felt Wrong in some ways. So it was probably best if I focused most of My attentions on Monster Girls. They seemed to have the Ability to Fully Mature in Hours or even Minutes if Presented with Enough Mana or whatever other Nourishment they Required. My Newest Daughter was No Exception.

My Unamed Girl began to Moan... Tweeking the Nipples on her Young Firm Breasts between her Fingers and Looked at Me Hungrily. That's when I realized My Touch was Turning her on. Her Bare Pink Sex was positioned against the Protrusion of My upper Wrist. The Contact of Her Sensitive Flesh against My Ring Enhanced Self was Overwhelming to Her Newfound Bodily Senses. She began to Rub Her Moistening Sex against My Hand. The Triangular patch of Blond Pubic Hair between her thighs quickly began to Glisten from the Liquids seeping from her Nether Lips. I was a bit Dumbstruck. Only Moments ago she wasn't even a Flesh and Blood Person, yet her first action was to Grind Her Pussy on Me. What a Crazy World.

When I came back to My Senses I attempted to lower her to the Ground. Even after her Bare Feet Touched the Ground she Didn't let go of My Hand. In fact she did the opposite of that and Clamped her Thighs down around My Hand to hold me against Her Naughty Bits. She Even Stopped Pinching both of her Nipples to reach her Hands down to grasp My Arm as Tightly as She Could Manage. She obviously didn't want My Hand to go anywhere. I could've torn My Large Hand away from her Feeble Grip if I'd wanted to. Her Strength was in no way comparable to Mine. It was like a Kitten Trying to Clutch onto an Adult Male Lion. It wasn't going to happen if I didn't let it. Yet I didn't pull away. My Mind was still Spinning with the Ethics of this. The Girl Hadn't even Spoken Properly, yet she was acting like a Mature Woman. Those Thoughts spun Around and Around in My Own Head until I was Pulled from back into Reality by Her Sharp Inhalation of Breath. Then My Daughter Moaned Loudly, Shook Bodily and her Juices Creamed Thickly against My Palm. Her First Orgasam. And She Still Didn't Even Have a Name.

The Girl was Weak kneed from Her Orgasam and reliant on My Hand to hold herself upright. I looked My Trembling Blond Daughter in her Eyes. Hazel Eyes that were Focused Lovingly on My Own. Not wanting her to see the Conflict I felt about What she'd just done, I Smiled at Her and decided on her Name.

"CORA."

Then I pointed with My Free hand at the Hundreds of Dead Kobolds Nearby. "CAN YOU COMPILE THOSE CORES?" I wasn't sure Cora could Even Understand Me or if she could answer me. But Thankfully She Did and She Could.

My Naked Daughter Glanced Dazedly at the Kobold Bodies and Nodded her Head. But she Still didn't speak besides from a Sultry Giggle as she Slid Her Wet Sex away from My Hand. Cora drifted languorously amongst the Bodies, touching each one to gain a meager Few Stat Points from each. It was a boon that she could get anything at all from the Dungeon Creatures. I guess I really was the odd man out when it came to getting EXP from My Dungeon Born Creatures. At least I could eat them. Bringing in Food from outside My Dungeon to Feed Myself could have become quite Tedious. Thankfully I needn't worry about Building Myself a sustainable source of Food. I had everything I needed Right Here in My Own Domain. We were Entirely Self Sufficient.

As her Shapely Ass Walked Away I found My thoughts drifting back to What Just Happened with My Replication Core Daughter. For the First Time I was Genuinely Conflicted about having Intimate Relations with an Underage Person. If She could even be considered that Anymore. My Human Upbringing said I was a Horrible Pervert for liking what Happened. My Minotaur Nature Just laughed and Ordered Me To Fuck her Brains out Whether we thought she was too Young or Not. The Woman Clearly Wanted it. So Why Not? And My Draconic Nature Just Shrugged. It didn't care about Human Sentiments. He Just Urged Me to Add more Women to our Harem and More Treasures for Our Hoard. My Introspection Must've continued for longer than I realized because Cora finished Assimilating all the Nearby Cores and Came Back to Me.

Cora Surprised Me by Speaking Coherently in a Mature Voice for the First Time. "Father, You look ill at Ease. Are You Alright?" She asked seeing My Unsettled expression. Her mannerisms had changed Dramatically and her Stat's Sheet Showed Me How Much Cora had Evolved Intellectually in only a few Minutes.

Name: Cora

Title: Child of Great Potential(Sired by a Parent who has Gifted this Individual with an overabundance of Potential. For every stat point gained in a particular stat 1 extra point is added to that same stat. This continues until this being reaches maturity effectively doubling All their Base Stats. Any magical gifts received by this Individual in the Womb are Enhanced by their Parent's Potential. This Individual receives the full benefits of being their parent's offspring, this Individual's Progeny only receive half of these benefits. This is cut in half again for each successive generation.)

Monster Progenitor(Replication Core) (This Monster is the First of it's kind. As the Progenitor of this species it gains the First Of It's Line Monster Power.)

Compiler of Cores(This Core Previously belonged to Two Slimes, but they Underwent A Cascade of Alterations through the use of Life Magic that **** these Cores to Merge into One Creature and become something new. In order to Gain Any Experience this Core must now Absorb and Compile Data from the Cores of Other Creatures by Touch.)

Monster Race: Replication Core(A Replication Core is Only Capable of Birthing "Baby" Replication Cores. This Race has no Starting Physical Body when Born aside from their **** Core. A Replication Core can only successfully Compile another Core if a Creature is recently Deceased or if they Win a Battle of Wills against an Unshielded Core(Core with No Physical Body). Replication Cores Start as Either Male or Female, they Cannot and Will Not Take the Physical Form of the Opposite Sex. They may take the Physical Form of any Creature Who's Core they have Compiled. However a Replication Core can only Hold One Physical Form and Must Discard any Previous Form if they wish to use a New One. When this Core Absorbs and Compiles a Foreign Core(Core not of their Own Species) they gain a Moderate Portion that Core's Experience as their Own. This Core may take 1 Complete Power from Each Core they Compile. Due to their Strong Pack Bonds this Race will Not Compile Cores from Members of their Own Race.)

Gender: Female

Development Stage: Young Adult Core

Reproduction: Sexual

Class: None

Monster Powers: First Of It's Line(This Creature is the First of it's species and exudes a sense of Authority over all it's Spawn. For being a Progenitor it receives a 400% increase to All Experience Gained. 300% increase to Physical Strength, Defence and Magical Defence.)

Growth By Familicide(This Individual Grows Stronger with every Family Member they've Killed both Past and Present. Anyone who shares any type of Blood Relation to to this Being is Prey to this Ability. Including Anyone Adopted into the Family and any Owned Pets. This Individual receives 1 Stat Point Per Family Member Killed, based on the Highest Stat of the Slain Person or Creature.)

Cheats: None

Oaths: None

Blessings: None

Miracles: None

Important Historical Moments: None

Opinion of You: Love/Complete Faith

Cora... was a Young Adult. Already? I suppose the Primary Stats of Kobolds was their Intelligence and Dexterity. Not that they had much of Either. But 40% taken from Chelsie along with hundreds of Kobolds had added up. And Every One of those Gained Stat Points benefited from her Child of Great Potential Title, doubling all of her Stat Points. My Daughter was now about 70% Smarter than the Former Psycopath who's body Cora had Coppied.

My Apprehension over our Relationship Died away and I Smiled down at My Blond Daughter. She was a Monster Girl. They were Totally Crazy. I had to keep that in Mind. My Human Sensibilities had no Place in this World when it came to Nonhuman Women.

Especially during a Medieval Period in Time. If I remember Correctly, the Legal Age for Marrage in the Middle Ages Back on Earth was 14 Years old For Men and 12 Years of Age For Women. The Preferred ages for Marrage at that time was 17-21 Years old. I Myself wasn't about to take advantage of any 12 year olds. Hell even 16 sounded too Young to me. But I had to realize that in the Future there were Alliances that could be Made. I could be asked to Marry Someone at an uncomfortably young age. My Mindset wasn't a bad thing, but I needed to temper those Ideals With the Reality I was living in. Thankfully I didn't have to worry about it Right Now. I would take each Situation Under Consideration when it Reared itself. I would Try not to make any Actions in Haste.

Cora Still Looked at Me Questioningly. I hadn't answered her Inquiry. My Smile was Genuine when I bent down to Kiss My Newest Daughter on her Forehead. The Young Exposed Blond Woman Shivered and Lovingly Gasped out "Father"as the Orgasam Wracked her Body with Pleasure. Cora's knees shook with weakness, but she was able to keep Herself Upright.

As much as I loved to Give My Women Orgasams with every Kiss, there were times when I missed being able to Kiss Normally. Times when I felt like I might've made a Mistake Accepting This Dark Blessing. But, the Benefits of this Gift Couldn't be Denied. Cora was Breathing Hard and Covered in a Light Sheen of Perspiration when I pulled away. Her Small Firm Nipples poked out and looked harder than Diamonds. The Look she Gave me with her Hazel Eyes Burned with Lust.

"I'M ALRIGHT CORA. YOUR FATHER JUST NEEDED A MOMENT TO THINK." Then I gestured into the Distance. "COME DAUGHTER, OUR MINIONS WILL LOOT THE DEAD. WE HAVE VISITORS TO ATTEND TO, IT WOULD BE RUDE TO MAKE THEM WAIT TOO LONG."

"Yes Father," She Moaned. "Anything You Desire."

"ANYTHING?" I asked, raising one of My Eyebrows.

"Anything." Cora Quickly Stated in a Firm Tone. She was Practically Begging Me. The Young Woman had that look I was begining to know All Too Well. She was in Heat. Her body was on Fire from the Proximity of simply being near me. Her Unprotected Sex Leaked Fluids down both her thighs. I was unable to ignore the Smell of her Own Arousal. Even the Stench of **** Surrounding us couldn't Mask the Perfume of her Wonton Need.