“Forgive , this is a bit much for to wrap my head around.” I spoke with the skill Party Communication, as a little girl sat on my knee, scribbling on so paper with coloring crayons, both she had produced herself from thin air.
I had ford an impromptu party with the girls so we could all discuss this together. Party Communication was better than Slave Communication because everyone in the party could freely chat, whereas Slave Communication only worked between and individual slaves. I had unlocked this ability at so point as a low-level Hero skill. The skill was only level 25, and apparently, Adventurers could get the skill at a re level 10. As advantageous as skipping to third and fourth-tier jobs was, I did sotis skip over so of the most obvious skills. I hadn’t put any experience or work into Hero, but it still occasionally got experience and was sitting at level 33.
I had finally managed to calm the little girl down by giving her a piece of candy, and I didn’t want to upset her again while I discussed the implications of this event with the grown-ups… cough… my won. Thus, we were staring at each other silently while talking using communication, sothing the little girl seed to take in stride.
“Dungeons are strange and unpredictable things.” Elaya responded, “They are like living beings in just about every way. As they grow larger and evolve, they push in a direction that helps them with their goals. Most dungeons concentrate on their size. As they grow larger, they not only are safer, but they can absorb more mana. Gaining the strength and power to make your goals a reality is the desire of just about every dungeon.”
“Not this one,” I muttered out loud.
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“Hmm, Daddy?”
“N-nothing!”
“Is it so surprising?” Astria asked. “With the fairy spring nearby, this dungeon has never wanted for mana. It wasn’t too long after that it evolved to have a god-level core, aning that it could produce its energy. Furthermore, all of us have protected this dungeon. It has never felt threatened before.”
“So dungeons have strange purposes, like the Champion’s Gauntlet, which wasn’t designed to grow, but to provide a challenge to whoever ca to challenge it.” Elaya continued. “Your dungeon is a bit strange. It’s hard to determine its purpose.”
“Purpose…” I frowned. “It’s pretending to be my daughter!”
All three girls looked at each other, but it was Elaya who spoke up. “Master, this dungeon was created by you. You made it and continued to care for it as it grew. The lore would have had the idea of a mother, daughter relationship thanks to that soul fragnt from the Illusory Sword Realm, and your daughter was the final connection that it needed.”
“What are you saying?” I demanded.
“This little girl looks a lot like you.” Xin cut in. “You created her, and she is a piece of you.”
“Master, as hard as it is to grasp, she is your child. She may have not been born the way you were expecting, but her origins are undeniable!” Astria pointed a finger, speaking this part out loud.
Although she said those words, it was still difficult for to swallow. Astria’s sudden outburst had caused the girl to lift her head, looking at the four of us with a questioning look.
“Little girl,” I declared. “What is your purpose?”
“Hmm? Isn’t my purpose to make daddy happy?”
The three won glanced at . Why were they looking at ? That didn’t prove anything.
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