It seems they returned earlier than expected, it was only two days. Faa had returned several hours ago to rest, the evening nearing, so that was a good thing, but the question remained. Why where those fuckers back so early?

There was something amiss with their formation, there were only four of them now, one of the tankers was missing. Most of my creatures were still not replenished, however both the earworms and poisonbloodmoths were doing their jobs.

They all looked kind of itchy, scratching their heads, or any exposed skin really and I could hear them. Once specific line caught my attention.

"Fuck this dungeon man, why did Steve had to get bitten by that thing? We need to capture one alive, since Adrian can't even heal it, what the fuck was that thing. It looked so useless."

Most of the rest was more complaining about how they could've be gone and got their reward instead of having to return to this place. Confused, but delighted, I inquired the wormqueen what is was that she had done.

I too shared the thought that the hiveworm would be useless against them, no matter how much I hate the thought, but it seems I underestimated their usefulness.

It had bitten into him and at that same moment a couple of mutaworms had been able to find their way into the humans bloodstream. Most likely they were now infesting the human and giving him his deserved pain.

Dead was unlikely, at least immediate dead, but with a bit of luck, not like I had any, the mutaworms would multiply as well and invest him further, eating away his body. Because of the fact that only the hiveworm would count as their home, they were now just living in a prey and could eat away all they want.

It also explained why the guy couldn't be healed. Sure, his wound could heal, even the inner ones, but as long as the worms remained, they would continue eating, laying devastation to his body.

Oh boy, I liked how this turned out, I will still slaughter all them, but at least they did make me find out something more of the abilities of my creatures.

Title acquired: Bearass Dungeon

FUCKERS!!!! WHAT DID THEY DO THIS TIME!!!

Fuck them, they saw the bearmarks Faa left and named me something ridiculous again. It seemed like a joke to them, they even were sniggering slightly after they gave me that curse.

Fuck all adventures, awake from your slumber and go kill them! Prove that you're worth your name you worthless, humilating bear! That's the least you could do.

I should have never made this bear, it's only getting worse. At the very least the faces of those retarded mongrels stopped smiling once they saw Faa approach.

Not wanting to risk anything, I also recalled some black widows from the second floor to attack. Small, but since even the hiveworm was useful at this stage, a creature made for infesting should totally be.

This fight was way more glorious than the one against my hiveworm.

Faa charged at their tanker on all fours and just swatted him away, immediately going for that annoying firethrowing mage, must have felt my hate for him. That tanker didn't seem damaged truly, since he was already running back after being smashed into a wall, but it was too late.

That piece of shit already caught a bear to his face, most of it being ripped away by the teeth, leaving nothing but a deformed bleeding mass of goo and a scream.

How lovely that was, they're getting what they deserve. Faa did suffer for it, the tanker stabbing his sword into the left hind leg and catching a mana missile or two to his back. His attention now turned to the tanker, he tried to stand up on his hind legs to smash the annoying fly down with his front legs, however he fell down again.

It seems they know how to fight, just fucking great, hitting the critical places. However they were still a bad position, they only had one tanker left, facing a bear, their aoe twat was down and their healer had to focus on either the tank or the twat.

Pleased by the thought they would least at least one of them, I noticed something even more satisfying. Pest number 1 was not as flexibly moving as he could, must be the poisonbloodmoths.

I saw some even land on pest number two on his face and infesting his wounds even further while slowly feasting upon him. Pest three was focused on healing pest one and pest four was damaging Faa, but his massive vitality helped.

Due to the poison, the fucker couldn't dodge or block my little bear of death properly and kept suffering damage, slightly more each time since his armour was getting destroyed. Faa however was also in a bad state, his left hind leg damaged, his whole back and front covered with holes, slashes on his face and his snout almost cut away.

The black widows had arrived, so I assigned them to just lay their eggs wherever. The attention of both parties fighting focused solely on each other, none of them saw the spiders crawling against their clothes, neither did they feel them, either because of the thick fur or the paralyzed skin.

A couple decided to bite into the still screaming body on the ground, it would certainly be a good breeding ground. The spiders managed to also lay their eggs into the neck of the healfucker before piece of shit four shouted something annoying, but wise, but still annoying.

"Retreat, there's something else attacking us! PULL BACK, WE CAN'T WIN LIKE THIS!"

There seemed to be some discussion going on about leaving the one dying, they seemed reluctant so I decided to help a bit by having Faa charge while they were distracted.

It was not a beautiful charge, not even devastating, the hind leg slugging, but it worked. Forced to retreat, they left my possible first victim behind. They do seem pissed about it, as they should be, they need to suffer even more than I did.

Cry and weep, hate and feed, feed me with your attempts, feed me with your mana and bodies. I'll grow stronger the more you hate me, the more you fight me, the more time passes.

They still gave me that FUCKING TITLE, but Faa redeemed himself for that at the very least. I won't help him, since it's his fault, but I won't kill him either, as his reward.

Damaged, he brought back part of the newfound body, whos screaming was slowly degrading to a small whimper, especially once his legs were torn off. Somehow Faa seemed to know what was a wise part to eat, and what not, namely the infested areas.

None of the black widows on his body seemed to find a good place to lay their eggs, even not in all the wounds he had, maybe they just don't like bear? Instead, they were fighting each other, trying to lay their eggs into the other. I know had a beer with flees, spiderflees, eating each other.

I was tired after all this, not physically, since how can I be, but mentally. My creatures got destroyed, I had to rebuild, another fight happened and all that under the stress of being insulted by MERE FUCKING PINKSKINNED APES.

At least there had been no annoying wind sounds the last few days, time to get some rest, I decided after hiding the entrance by a few slabs of rocks. Faa should still be able to get out, but at least there wasn't a gaping hole anymore.

This should hold out well for a couple of days while I just come to my sense again, slowly developing further on automatic spending.