3 Freedom

"What?" Vildred blurted out as he took a step back, his eyes studying the blob which had just called him father.

The blob was red in colour and even though it's still young, the colour of its slime had determined its element. It was a fire slime born with the innate talent for flames.

[New part of the Decyclopedia has been unlocked: Servants]

[Current servants: Fire slime, low potential, current stage: 1st danger tier]

The potential of monsters determine their final growth and due to their unique characteristics, their strength is determined by their danger tier and most importantly, combat sense.

(Potential levels: trash, low, middle, high, genius, star)

"From now on, call me master." Vildred instructed as he opened up the map of the dungeon. Apparently, the only way to obtain food resources would be through having the monsters hunt for themselves within the territory or through long term trades with the towns nearby.

But for the purchases, he would have to do it himself for now. As for the range of his territory, he decided to include the nearby forest while protecting all the living beings. If his monsters wanted to obtain food, then they would have to head east where wild monsters lay.

It might be dangerous, but he needs servants capable of fending for themselves even when up against a foe. Not monsters that serve him for their own survival.

[Fire slime, low potential, current stage: 1st tier]

[Snowy owl, high potential, 2nd tier]

From the map, the southern part behind the dungeon consists of third tier wild beasts.

The western part is where the second tier wild beasts reside.

While the eastern part is where the first tier beasts reside.

Looking at the slime, he told it, "I know that you're young, but I expect you to survive by yourself in the eastern forest."

The slime, despite being new to this world, could understand its master intentions. It wasn't because it understood the human language, but because it had a pact formed with the dungeon since it was the incubator, that gave it a lease of life. The pact conveyed their thoughts and intentions.

The slime lowered its head as a nod before travelling towards the eastern forest, leaving behind a trail of red that soon evaporated.

"Veil, I need you to help me with a few tasks."

"Hoot! Hoot!"

After giving the set of instructions to Veil, Vildred stayed underground and advanced towards the cultivation area, not forgetting to turn on the sound alarm while closing the gates to him.

If there's an intruder, he had already arranged for Veil to be in full control of the defense. As for the fire slime, it was given free access to roam about the forest. It had free will, but it was required to return to the dungeon every week

Every dungeon when created, had something in common. They would have at least two basic incubators, the rest would be dependent on external factors. Besides that, would be the Decyclopedia and a data scanner.

Current data of fire slime:

Attack: D- / C

Defense: D- / C

Speed: D- / C

Traits: None

The current stats are on the left while the maximum growth potential of each stat is shown on the right.

Potential grade: E, D, C, B, A, S

Current data of snowy owl (Veil):

Attack: C- / A-

Defense:D+ / B-

Speed: C+ / A

Traits: Able to attack with magical feathers from a range (Awakened)

In the cultivation room, he was currently following the steps on the cultivation manual to cultivate.

Closing his eyes, he sensed around for the dark essence particles in the room. Based on the information from the Decyclopedia, he could cultivate up to 20 dark essence particles daily before having to stop. This was due to the current quality of the cultivation room that can only help him to purify up to 20 dark essence particles daily.

If he attempts to absorb any dark essence particles above the limit. Then reality might prove disastrous for him.

Three days later, a young woman could be seen wandering in the eastern forest. "Father, you really think that I'm going to abide by your wishes and waste a few years of my life cultivating?"

The woman was pretty, she may be young, but she definitely possessed the qualities to be called a beauty. She had the curves, silky hair that flowed behind her back like a waterfall, cherry red lips and sparkling eyes full of evil.

With another fireball spell, she took the life of another slime. The firespell might only be a fundamental skill which any mage can pick up quickly, but even most mages would take up to a week.

Heaving a sigh of relief after killing the fourth slime, she was about to return home after gathering its blob when she heard the sound of rustling bushes from behind her.

Turning around abruptly, she cursed under her breath, "Another one of those perverted slimes?"

With a single thought, she gathered the last of her mana and casted the fireball spell, neglecting the obvious fact that this slime wasn't simple. It was a red slime.

"Sizzle…."

The flames burnt for a moment, but was soon absorbed by the slime which remained there, brimming with life after absorbing the flame.

"What the hell is going on?" The girl tried to escape, but soon realised that her legs were unable to move. In the short time frame when she was petrified, the slime had already advanced toward her, making use of its slime to immobilize her.

She struggled and swung her wand at the staff, only for it to enter the slime's body. The slime got onto her body and…

"Help!"

A deafening scream broke the silence in the forest. Drasnek was in the forest to complete a novice mission for lycan's fur stopped in his tracks when he heard the scream. It was a voice which he had heard before.

"Hehe, it seems like even god is on my side this time."

Breaking off into a sprint, Drasnek rushed towards the direction of the scream in excitement, his grip tightening on his twin swords.

With his talent, he was already a 1st tier second phase warrior. His soul weapon was a pair of twin swords, sharp on both ends. The colour of the ocean which awakened his elemental affinity with water as well.

When Drasnek arrived at the scene, he laughed. His sinister voice resounding in the forest. The rain poured down mercilessly from the sky, but he laughed through it despite the pain. His eyes fixated on the birthmark of a snake on her bare chest.

"Hahahaha! Hehehehe! Lorde, was it fun to have been mutilated by a slime?" Drasnek questioned as he squatted down, raising her chin as they made eye contact. His hand slithering like a snake on her body, reaching down from her face down her body, until it stops at her secret garden.

"Please… Help… Me." Lorde begged. Tears flowed down her face as her body trembled uncontrollably. She knew that her fate was sealed, but what could she do right now? She had just lost her chastity and yet that was only the start. A mutated slime caused this.

"What makes you think that I would allow this chance to slip past me?��� Drasnek asked as he pulled down the zipper on his pants.

By the time he was done with the deed, Lorde's body was sprawled on the ground, trembling in despair as tears flowed down her puffy eyes. She was done for life.

"Was it fun to use me time after time for your schemes?" Drasnek asked, the sharp end of his weapon stabbing into her thigh.

"Argh!" Lorde screamed in pain as the sword stabbed into her thigh.

"Don't blame me for this, you deserved it."

"No…I..I..only..."

Before Lorde could finish what she had to say, Drasnek pulled his sword out from her thigh and relentlessly started a stabbing frenzy. After venting his anger, he dragged her drained corpse across the bloody ground and flung it over the cliff.

Laughing sinisterly as he threw her body down the cliff, he shouted. "I'm free!"

"Sure you are." a voice from behind revealed itself.