《A Dungeon in Space》Chapter 2 Taking Flight
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I woke up in a new environment once again. This time I happened to be in a cave instead of a vast grey landscape with a white sky. I looked at myself and found that my appearance was the same as last time.
After what seemed to be a few minutes, a screen appeared
Choose your desired starting lifeform.
Kobold
Breeds quickly possesses average intelligence, has short fur, low strength, low potential for evolution.
Mountain Goblin
Breeds quickly, possesses low intelligence, has sturdy skin, average strength, average potential for evolution.
Slime
Reproduction rate is dependant on available biomass, possesses extremely low intelligence, acidic skin capable of melting rock rather quickly, low strength, high potential for evolution.
Imp
Breeds slowly, possesses average intelligence, low strength, can immediately use magic, average potential for evolution.
Undead
Cannot breed must be summoned, possesses low intelligence, low strength, average potential for evolution.
Rodents
Breed very fast, possesses extremely low intelligence, very low strength, high potential for evolution
I looked over the list searching for the option I wanted. Noticing that it was not on the list I decided to ask the A.I. a question.
“Are there any options that are not displayed that I can choose?”
“No, however I can search through your memories for additional lifeforms although it is rather, invasive so I would not recommend it.”
“Can you do it anyway? I’m sure I can handle it.”
“Very well then, Commencing search.”
With that I felt one of the most invasive feelings I had ever felt in both my lives. it felt as if an uncountable number of bugs were trying to worm themselves inside my mind from every direction possible. The search did provide me with more options though, as the list updated.
Choose your desired starting lifeform.
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Kobold
Breeds quickly possesses average intelligence, has short fur, low strength, low potential for evolution.
Mountain Goblin
Breeds quickly, possesses low intelligence, has sturdy skin, average strength, average potential for evolution.
Slime
Reproduction rate is dependant on available biomass, possesses extremely low intelligence, acidic skin capable of melting rock rather quickly, low strength, high potential for evolution.
Imp
Breeds slowly, possesses average intelligence, low strength, can immediately use magic, average potential for evolution.
Undead
Cannot breed must be summoned, possesses low intelligence, low strength, average potential for evolution.
Rodents
Breed very fast, possesses extremely low intelligence, very low strength, high potential for evolution
Golem !Life form Error!
Cannot breed must be created, Intelligence unknown, strength unknown, evolution potential none.
Machine !Life form Error!
Must be constructed, intelligence unknown, strength unknown, evolution potential none.
“Why do golems and machines have life form errors? And why are machines on there?”
“The golems and machines have life form errors because they are not formed naturally and must be constructed, with their closest equivalent being elementals which cannot be formed in your dungeon due to not having a high enough mana density. As for the machines I don’t know why the system classified them as life forms.”
“Ok, would it be possible to put off selecting a lifeform for now and expand my dungeon instead?”
“Yes, although I would not recommend it due to the possible danger of someone discovering your dungeon. To expand your dungeon you must utilize your mana and push it into the surrounding area; once you do that your mana will naturally flow into that area thus claiming it for you, and to dig out an area you must select that option in your dungeon menu to start digging. Also, you may want to open a hole to the surface so you can expel your waste mana.”
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“Waste mana, seriously?”
“Yes, just like any other creature you also need to breathe. Unlike other organisms, you breathe mana and not air. The waste mana you create is converted into usable mana by other organisms that are not from your dungeon, which is why you gain mana from them being in your dungeon, it is also the reason why dungeons do not form too close to each other as the waste mana prevents them from fully forming, so they become a form of mana crystals instead of dungeons.”
“Huh, that actually makes sense.” Using this new knowledge I claimed the area where air was flowing into my dungeon, until I came to my entrance. After claiming the entrance I decided to check my status to see if anything had changed.
Unnamed dungeon
Name : Atlas
Species : Sapient Dungeon Core T1
Gender : N / A
Age : 4 Hours
Health : 1000 / 1000
Health Regeneration Rate : 8 per Hour
Magic : 787 / 1000
Magic Regeneration Rate : 12 per Hour
Inventory : 0 m³ / 1 m³
Titles : Unnamed dungeon
Jobs : Dungeon Master
Status
Constitution : 30
Perception : 125
Intelligence : 95
Dungeon Menu
“A.I. why is my status labeled unnamed dungeon when I have a name?”
“Your status is labeled unnamed dungeon because that is your displayed title. If enough beings call your dungeon by a certain name, then eventually you will gain a title that is that name. Titles can provide you with benefits, however, they can also give you disadvantages.”
With my question answered I moved my consciousness to my new entrance and I saw an amazing sight. My entrance was a cave on a cliff about fourty two meters up on a mountain overlooking a bay. Surrounding the bay there was a vast forest and a mountain range with a small village at the base. I then looked up at the sky and saw countless stars and what looked to be a fractured moon close to the horizon. While looking at the sky I could see sunrise approaching fast, and with that my world filled with a brilliant light that filled my vision as a large asteroid hit the base of the mountain; throwing me and much of the mountain I was on, off of this world.
“Congratulations you have been the first dungeon to exit the orbit of Kaladria!”
Title Gained Kaladrian Space Pioneer
“You are the first Kaladrian to go into space paving the way for others to join you amongst the stars.” Decrease Costs of building in space, Decrease costs of summoning lifeforms in space, Decreases chance of lifeforms in you getting space adaptation sickness, does not apply to those you have negative relations with.
Title Gained Voyager
“You have travelled vast distances from your birthplace, and have travelled far from home” decreases costs for moving dungeon, Increases rate you learn new languages, Increases personal comfort in new places, around new people, and species.
Title Gained Nomadic Dungeon
“Ever since you were born you have never stayed in the same spot for too long, as you have always been wandering from place to place,” Decreases costs for moving dungeon, calming effect on all species within dungeon increasing cooperation and comfort does not apply to those you have negative relations with. Decreases comfort level until you move to a different place. Title will be revoked if Dungeon stays in one place for more than 4320 hours (180 Earth Days).
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