《The World-ruling Dungeon》Ch 2 – The fucking Goblin did what?
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As all that information flowed into my head and manifested into a floating GUI in the air the reality finally clicked, I was already in another world. The voice I heard sounded very familiar, it resembled a lot the voice of the cute and hot goddess I met just before. I have the blessing of both gods... I will never show this to anyone... Having the blessing of the god of virginity makes me sound like a weeb... Anyhow, what the heck have I become?
I just realized; my eyesight is completely different... the angle is the same but the height is way lower... What if I look down...? Wa~
You joking? Oh, the wandering gaze thing... This is weird as fuck... It’s like I'm a floating pair of eyes... Uh, found myself, I'm this box in the middle of the room.
Now that's underwhelming... It just looks like a blackish cube... Hey Gloria, is there anything else to that underwhelming box?
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Yay, I became a Razer Chroma RGB Cube... Everything I ever wanted to be in my entire life...
Open Chroma
Are you fucking serious? I really have RGB? That sounds fun.
Set Primary Color to Indigo and Secondary Color to Very Dark Purple. Set Brightness to 255, Effect to Breathing and Speed to Slow.
Nice.
The box started to slowly change colors; the main body was still a very deep black but the lights lit up the entire room. It had a very beautiful fractal being lit up and slowly changing from bright dark blue to a dim almost black, purple.
I played around with the setting for a few hours but ended up deciding this one was the best for me. I then realized there was a single goblin in the room. It was sitting up in a lotus, like a person, staring at me, that is, the cube. Since I had nothing better to do now, I tried using body manifestation and finally became the human I always had been.
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The goblin immediately became confused at the sight of a human being but soon calmed down, sitting back down where he was.
After some time I realized the consumption from manifesting my body was pretty low, only 1 mana every 2 hours. I figured it was because I was doing nothing. And as such we stood there, sat on the humid rock, staring at each other for fricking hours while nothing ever happened.
After a lot of time I realized I felt no urge to sleep, only some fatigue.
Hey Gloria.
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Is there anything to do down here?
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Yeah, I got that part from the name C.O.R.E. I mean, is there anything I can do?
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What about setting up traps and stuff?
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And since I don't have one?
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And what if I don't want to have one?
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Are there any rules about it?
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I got it the first time what I'm asking is if it is possible to not have one.
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Oh, for fucks sake. Just shut up I'll figure it on my own.
Select Dungeon Master.
Select C.O.R.E as Dungeon Master.
Interesting, how do I solve this...
A handful of hours passed as I tried to break through the system. Nothing worked though. I ordered the goblin to move around the room, to the corners, to push against a wall, to move him all the way out of the dungeon, which turned out to be impossible. Everything. I tried everything to unlock that option.
Why the fuck did I even have to get to know that fucking god of who-knows-what... Who the fuck even is he... "Hey look at me I'm god, you isekai, hur dur~." Asshole... Couldn't he just let me fucking die?
And what the actual fuck is this shit in front of me? A fucking gerblin? Why the fuck does this shithole only have a single fucking goblin... What the fuck am I supposed to do with it.
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OH?! REALLY?! THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME THAT YOU FUCKING CUNT!
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God... Not even the fucking system is useful... Next time tell me something I don't know, idiot.
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Thank you!
Holy shit... I can't even think to myself without this fricking system interfering... Do you even know what privacy is?
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IT WAS A RETHORICAL QUESTION! For fucks sake can this shit even get any worse.
Now what the fucking heck is that alarm for?
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Fuck me, and for fucks sake stop calling me "Core", It's freaking me out.
Oh hell, here we go again, call me Master or something.
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And who the fuck is the master?
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Who the fuck even is Gerlingdor?
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LIKE HELL I'LL HAVE A GOBLIN BE MY MASTER YOU PIECE OF TRASH!
And how the fuck does the goblin have a name?
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"That useless piece of crap is special? what the fuck?"
For the first time I got nervous enough to speak out loud since I came to this idiotic dungeon. And much to my dismay the goblin seemed to have understood my words.
It started rising from the floor and grabbed his rudimentary dagger.
"What the fuck is up with you now?"
The Goblin continued coming with the blade towards my manifested body.
"I am still the core of this dungeon, don't dare make a move against me!"
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