《The New World Rising : How to Build a Dungeon Kingdom》Chapter 13 - Proof of the Dungeon Master
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The goblin chief was looking in disbelief at the 10 new goblins that appeared out of thin air. In fact, these 10 goblins looked no different from outside to the naked eye to any of the goblins of his own tribe or perhaps to any goblin chief has ever seen in his entire goblin life. It was indeed a better idea to not take these goblins who did not believe neither the power nor the existence of a dungeon master to my dungeon but rather to demonstrate my abilities in front of their eyes. Plus, by doing this I was also able to expand my dungeon.
In fact, it was not only the goblin chief that was looking at the scene as if I casted some forgotten magic, but the entire village of goblins that surrounded us. To be fair though, summoning sending creatures was probably a forgotten magic since no dungeon master was born in the last 70 years according to the best of Lilith’s knowledge. Unless of course, other races are able to use the summoning magic to someone other sentient creatures. That, however, is not a question of today.
Besides all the goblins, Lilith’s looks were also not quite normal. Rather, she looked at me as if she was trying to ask me a question. What could it be? I tried to ask myself. It did not take me too long to realize what she was trying to indicate with her eyes. I did in fact ask her whether dungeons could be expanded to above ground. To the outer world. And here I was, next to her. Couple hours after that question expanding my dungeon recklessly into a territory which is prone to attacks from the humanoid other races of the outer world. Yet I had more questions to ask her about this. What would happen if an army of humans actually invaded this territory but not enter the dungeon itself? Would it have a negative effect on the dungeon or me? Would it limit my powers as a dungeon master? What day even be able to understand that this part of my dungeon is in fact a part of my dungeon? From our reactions and her answer, I was able to deduce at least the fact that she thinks it is very, very, very rare for a dungeon to expand to above ground. That is, if there has been a dungeon before which has done so. So I guess this is what you call innovative.
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“Just who are you?”
“I told you, I am a dungeon master.”
“Dungeon master is also able to do something like this? This is much more different than just uniting different races of monsters to build the Kingdom. You can summon Goblin kin.”
“I can also summon monsters of different races.”
Surely the skill of mine is well respected by the monsters who have seen it for the first time. It is just that I hope disrespect translates into the willingness to work together and cooperate for the sake of my Kingdom. The New World must rise. No, I should correct myself. The New World will rise. And if it is with the power of these goblins that it could rise just a little higher, then I should give mu utmost effort here and now to facilitate a better cooperation.
“How can you prove that you will not be a threat to our village in the future?”
“I have no proof for that. However, I have proof that I can summon many more monsters right here and right now and, despite this, I have come to you at peace. This clarifies my objectives for you.”
“I see. You indeed seem to be powerful. Powerful enough for us to not be able to comprehend your powers fully. The skill you have just shown us is beyond our understanding of this world. If I may. Can these goblins speak?”
“Of course, they are goblins.”
I shoot a glance at one of the goblins I summon, as if I demand him to show the Goblin chief that he is in fact capable of speaking. For a brief moment, however, I felt like I'm a circus master, putting on a show for a village of goblins. If it will help us, however, I'm OK with it for the time being.
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