After collecting the blank mobile sub-core Pride orders Pian to fix up my clothes. Although I didn't get hit the pseudo C-rank agility and movements had worn down these clothes, causing them to wrinkle and almost tear from the wind pressure I was constantly experiencing.

After Pian was done, I gave it the baby incubus lord's corpse. No matter what, Pian is the only monster with inborn potential I currently have, so I need it to get stronger.

I exit the dungeon after Pian is done eating. There is nothing left in this dungeon except some Es and D-rank corpses. After exiting this dungeon I see the sun has just risen. Looks like I have been in this place for nearly an entire day.

Holding both dolls in my arms I proceed to meet up with Miss.Elina. I start getting curious about what taking blood directly from the neck feels like, hopefully, these urges doesn't take over.

As I proceed my body stops walking. Just as I was about wonder what's wrong.

"Spirit" ( Alicia )

My body speaks. In a voice that seems neutral of all things. It doesn't sound like a woman nor a mans, it doesn't have a living feel to it either and definitely does not sound like a machine. A very odd kind of voice.

"As much of a coincident it is for thee to solve my great riddle without knowing, advice shall still be given to the first who solve it. Give those nightmares thou obtained from the little flea a good look." ( Alicia )

After those lines were spoken, I regain control. I felt no hostility but just the voice itself sent shivers down my spine. I already know it was Pride talking, as it is the only one other than me who can control this body. But 'give those nightmares a good look'?

Every time I sleep I never dream at all and I'm just stuck staring at nothingness. But if I were to give more meaning to the word 'nightmare' it would be the nightmare mental spell that Rampart the bastard used.

Not only was it disturbing and disgusting, the cruelty in them was also to a rather extreme extent. I even find it odd that I can withstand watching this without puking my guts out. Although I call them memories, they are nothing more than a stream of information and videos, meaning I only can watch but not experience those moments.

I had watched it briefly due to immediately dispelling it with purification, but in that brief moment, a lot of information was assaulting my mind all at once. I kept my attention away from it as much as possible, since I don't want to see those scenes again.

Being told to watch just because Pride says to just doesn't sit well with me.

But then again, those are memories of a 50-year-old dungeon spirit. Ah, I forgot to brainwash that bastard for information about walls that even C-ranks can't break. Frick!!!.

Oh well. It's for survival, even if the chances are low, I need that knowledge. I look through these memories.

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I immediately regretted it. I feel like puking, guts of people were so abundant I even think I saw everything that can be inside a normal human body. I resolve myself to look again for that one piece of info, trying to filter out all the gory imagery.

The more I look, the more I want to look away. There is literally just no end to the gory imagery, no matter where I look. There was not much info on dungeons nor the 'sins' but on the other hand, a lot of other kinds of information is abundant.

The info I need and info that Mr.tutorial cannot provide. The current condition of society and how to interact with society. Although a lot of it was Rampart trying to survive by blending in with society, he had failed quite a bit that ended up revealing his identity.

After looking deeply into these memories I was horrified, not by Rampart but by his enemies, this horror came from people. Just by looking at how they treat dungeon spirits, how they exploit dungeon spirits, how they torture our kind and use us to satisfy their greed. There was no other reason, they hunt dungeons not because of the power of past dungeon spirits but because of our ability to turn DP into monsters and treasure.

Essentially using us as tools to further themselves, no matter the method. Creating all kinds of monsters to be used as slaves depending on their race, creating treasures to profit one way or another.

I'm getting sick, just from seeing how cruel society is being towards our kind. The worse part is no laws apply to dungeon spirits other than the enslaving rights. Monsters birthed in these conditions always suffer one way or another.

I examine all of these memories, only to find there is no haven for dungeon spirits. Just thinking about is causing me to wonder, will people just turn on me like what happened in these memories as soon as they know I'm a dungeon spirit?

Is it even possible to hide completely from dungeon hunting experts?

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...What?

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Seriously!!!???

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It's fine, this is good enough to hide for a while, good to know, I have a better chance at not being found out. Just that I need to find ways to hide my new sub-cores and to be prepared for those certain types of search.