Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core) Chapter 84: Time For Undead Onions!

Throwing away food is a sin.

That was sothing that thuselah had beat into . His weathered branches hitting on the tiny bum, for I was a picky eater as a child, every ti I left sothing that was half-eaten to rot.

I never asked myself where he even got the food, but I guessed that my parents provided.

I smiled at that. Yes, even if they had left to the best person to shape into soone who might be a drake but was no demon, they must have made sure I was fed!

And now...

I looked at the moldy onions on the floor. There were so still in the pot. The pot, which had a bottomless rune.

I decided that, at level one, my skill simply wasn’t going to prevent the indigestion which the onions which had fallen on the floor were going to bring the mobs who were going to eat the onion dish I was going to prepare.

So, I took a broom and began to sweep them away! The onions found their way to the compost pile, the new one I was making, and I made sure the rune which had turned Aurora into a thief was nice and powered up!

Then I scrubbed the floor. Just to be safe.

By the ti I was ready to start on the rest of the onions, my hands were red, my legs were shaking, and my neck was sticky with sweat.

But I couldn’t let that stop ! My husbands and children, and the people precious to them, were fighting for their lives!

It was ti I took up the mantle of the... Head of the Family!

"Edda, connect to the Filtering Dungeon," there were many dungeons in the world.

Most were in the Necromantic Union, where the Filtering Dungeon was. There were so in Solaria as well, now that I was connected to the hive mind that was Belladonna, I could feel them.

But there was one I needed to secure at all costs!

Solaria had lakes, rivers, ponds, yes! But I needed water so pure, that any soup would be a cure-all if made with it!

Or at least not force the people who ate it to park themselves in a bathroom...

"Got it!" Edda chirped. Man, for her, this must be a field day. Finally, I was behaving like a dungeon core!

Soon, I saw a crystal on the screen. All around it was see-through water.

I was salivating at the prospect of getting a steady supply of the stuff. Of becoming the best cook there was!

"Sylvan! The last shipnt of quinoa cake was divine!" Norbert, the dungeon core, began.

He was an old dog, Norbert. About as old as , give or take a couple of centuries. If life had taught him anything, I told myself, it was to make sure he got everything for nothing.

Which was sothing that I wanted out of this conversation.

"My sons made it!" But, as a proud father, I never missed the opportunity to praise my undead rays of sunshine! Oh, I hoped that Pan could cook as well!

That one day, all four of us were going to prepare a feast!

Our entire family waiting by a table so large, the food placed on it would be enough to feed an army!

"Oh, you must be so proud!" Norbert said. "Do you have more?"

Ah, it was ti for us to beco bastards.

"I can make more," I heard as he tsked. "But I need clean water, partner."

I let the word hang in there. Belladonna was listening. I had no illusions that Norbert was going to let drown if he could save himself.

One didn’t live for as long as us, if one was not either a cutthroat, or living under a rock, minding their own business.

"Now, Sylvan, calling that when the only thing I did was to filter so water, is..." oh, that slimy git! He was trying to leave to fight alone already!

I took a rotting onion. Happy that I, for the most part, had lost all feeling in my hand.

"Partner," I continued, for I could feel Belladonna listening in. "How am I going to cook without you or Max?"

Max was the dungeon core of the Dungeon of Waterfalls.

"Or Natasha?" Who was the dungeon core of the Dungeon of Tools. A shark of a businesswoman, who couldn’t deny that she had sold more than one cast-iron frying pan, pot, and cauldron!

"And to be honest," I could already feel as that darn traitor was trying to get out of the Nymph Union! Well, it was not going to fly! "Aurora, who takes my kitchen scraps and supplies with produce?"

I heard a whimper through the union link, but I was spite incarnate.

If I was going to fight, those key players were going to fight alongside ! Because I knew Belladonna’s type! She was going to isolate them, force sanctions upon them, and, eventually, try to destroy them!

"What do you want, Sylvan?" It was Norbert who spoke, but I could see that Max, Natasha and Aurora had entered the chat.

So far, so good.

"Why be slaves," I needed to paint Belladonna as a tyrant. There was nothing else which was going to make these people actually help ! "When you can be the masters! And... eat my cooking while you are at it!"

"Lady Belladonna, please!" Max, the coward, began to write in the chat. "He never paid for the water he sent Norbert! I am innocent, I swear!"

I blinked. Pay for unfiltered water? Who would do such a thing?

"Yes," that bitch was being dramatic. Using golden letters in a black and white chat... "I will make it all good! Swear fealty, dungeon cores, and we will crush him! Together!"

There was only one thing I could do now.

"She stole my sperm and produced a child without asking !" I yelled.

Aurora sucked in a breath; Natasha cursed.

"The fuck?" Norbert wrote that in red letters!

"I don’t want a half-fairy monster!" Even Max valued sothing more than his skin, it seed!

Belladonna left the chat...

But now I had an idea!