It has the ability create life as thought it was a measly feat. With its power it can destroy worlds and create civilisations. It exists everywhere, where you step, what you see and what you breath is part of it. One can say it's not only omniscient and omnipotent, but omnipresent as well. But what is It? A deity? No, it's a dungeon. ... A young man from earth has found himself reincarnated as a dungeon. In this new world, he is now but a child. Armed with nothing else but his genius creation capability, come watch him as he struggles to survive this world where his kind are treated as nothing but tools. "Hmm? Another group of adventurers is sent to close me down?" He laughed. "Clearly, they didn't understand when i killed all of their armies... wait, that boy has a good looking soul. Why don't I turn him into a slime?" From the deepest pits of the dungeons, terrifying creatures awoke as they had been ordered by the creature they live in. Be the strongest dragons living in the deepest levels of the dungeon, to the weakest goblins only known for being cannon fodder. Each of these creatures got up to greet the newcomer, because he ordered them to.
With the battle now won, the spoils of war were only left to be plundered. Normally, that would be gold, money, or weaponry. But the kobolds had neither of these two, and the child didn't really care much for them.
So what these kobolds could offer him were their lives and bodies. Their bodies could be used for experimentation. After all, the Kobolds are still the most special race the child has ever seen. So he already had many ideas of how to expose those abilities or try to replicate them.
As for their lives, they could be of use to protect him until their end. After all, a dungeon doesn't always have the creatures who protect them be dungeon monsters.
In fact, when dungeons reach a higher level, it's mostly the people or monsters not created by the dungeon that properly protect the dungeon.
Although that is mainly because mortals take over dungeons and use them as their personal houses. The higher the level of the dungeon, the bigger it is, and the more people take notice and show interest.
But that is beside the point. And the main point is that practically anyone or anything can become a dungeon inhabitant as long as they are recognized by the dungeon itself and the other dungeon inhabitants as well.
"But since these kobolds don't really want to be dungeon inhabitants, that means I have to force them to it. So slavery is on. Plus, I can't have creatures I have no direct control over freely moving inside me. So a leash would really be necessary."
Well, a chain, to be exact. which the child started working on making. His plan was to finish all of it before the sun rose. Because if the Sun rises, the moon will then be gone. And if the moon is gone, then the wolves will turn back into kobolds. And since the kobold forms are smaller than the wolf forms, it is likely that they would then be free.
To prevent that from happening, he needs to chain every last one of them.
So before the sun set, the child made a few dog collars. All made of metal, of course. With some magical ingenuity here and there, a magical collar that uses a key was completely made. This collar was attached to a chain that extended towards the dungeon core. Where the child will hold on to these chains until the kobolds are more willing to obey.
Plus, the goblins were too short-staffed at that moment, so he could not trust them to handle the kobolds. And as one could remember, kobolds were still superior to both goblins and hobgoblins.
The goblins got to work and jumped down into the hole. There, they made the wolves that had their heads sticking out wear the collars.
The colors were tightened, and goblins then only had to wait for the full moon to disappear.
Which wasn't long. As soon as they could, all the wolves, or rather, all the kobolds, shrank down into their normal forms. By then, they were all chained up.
But it turned out the child was worrying too much. As the kobolds didn't have much energy to move once they were reformed. Which made sense. Transforming from one form to the next isn't as simple as it is made out to be in movies and animes.
In fact, if the kobolds didn't have such high regeneration, they would likely have died or exhausted their cells after two or three transformations.
So weakening a little after a major body change isn't so shocking.
But even if they were weakened, the child didn't let go of their chains; he instead brought them into his dungeon. where they not only fed them but nursed some of their wounds.
As the sun rose, fatigue was evident on every goblin's face. But even So, the child didn't order them to stop for two reasons.
One, he had to take out as much as he could of the magical cement. What he wanted to do was find some of the drowned kobolds. The likelihood of their death is basically 99%. But because of their special bodies, there could be a chance that some of them did survive.
It seemed that 1% was excluded for a reason, as not long after digging, a living kobold was found. It did fight back and even injured a goblin, but that was all it could do before being knocked out by the other goblins nearby. After all, being weakened and lacking oxygen is no joke.
Too bad that kobold was the only one found alive. These others were dead.
As for the second reason, it was, of course, safety. When the wolf alpha entered the fort, it blew away the gate. Now opening up for anything else to come in and possibly attack his weakened self. A third party could appear to reap all the benefits of his battle with the wolves, so the child had to be quick.
The child had thus reshaped the old gate and was ready to reinstall it. The problem is that the gate wasn't what broke, but the wall holding it up. So a lot of reconstruction was necessary.
Luckily, before the construction was finished, nothing really came in to take advantage of him. So the gate was completely reinstalled.
With the safety hazard out of the way, the child then ordered the goblins to rest.
Looking at these goblins, the child had a thought: "I need to get these guys a leader some day."
This was because, as time went on, it seemed to get harder to control them. Their emotions often get in he way of his orders. An when it gets tough, these goblins won't eveb listen to some thing that will save their lives. Yesterday was a good example. As when the wolf alpha was raging about, one of them could have easily stopped it by running to one of the archs. Luckily, one hobgoblin had listened to his orders. But what if if it did not?
The problem is that for a creature or person to completely listen to orders, it is not enough that they will be promised rewards. They must be promised a punishment in the event that they either fail or disregard the order. Only then can the goblins truly follow orders.
So the child thought that it would be a good idea to have a leader. Someone that they do not respect but fear. Someone who is the strongest and does not take no for an answer. Once that someone takes the lead, he would then order that someone.
And since a certain hobgoblin had shown its willingness to follow his orders, it wasn't so hard to find that someone.
"Speaking of rewards and punishments, I need to make an effective reward and punishment system for the kobolds."
After all, they too need to follow orders, and what better way than to use the old carrot with a stick method?
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AN: Hello readers... I have some good new and bad news. I don't know which one you would like to hear first, but I'm gonna tell the good news first.
For the good news, we have finally ended the kobolds chapter. This means we can finally get to the real story's plot. This means it is time to finally know the child's name and past.
And I going to try and make the updates more stable and on point. Maybe even set up a proper extra chapter system.
Now for the bad news, we might be going premium soon...
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...don't Look at me like that. You should have know this day was coming. And I really wish I could continue with a free story, but it's just not possible.
last week...*sniff*... my mom threw me out of the house with nothing but my underwear. saying something like, "Since you like goblins so much, go live like one, maybe then you'll get a job as a dungeon mob."
Anyway, I'm homeless now. Thankfully, I grabbed my phone before her serious punch landed on my face. Now I can only update using my small phones that has actual buttons.
*Sniff*... I live under a bridge now. It's only thanks to the mini solar panel that is sto... I mean borrowed from one of my fellow hobos that I can update.
Anyway... I have no choice...*Cough*...
But on the bright side, if my story gets famous, some website will steal all my hard work and post it there for free. So you will be able to get you free story then. But until then, use your free passes to go by. And remember, each powerstones you donate contributes to my hard work being stolen and given to you for free.
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