The Easy Way

It had been...a fairly long time since Gorum went dungeon conquering, the loot inside them was often too valuable to keep for himself so he wasn't assigned to conquering them too often. So, in his excitement he didn't hold back as much as he was supposed to. Well his control was never that good in the first place, but Gorum still felt a little embarrassed as he looked up.

"That's...34 floors? Hrm, deeper than I thought it was gonna be but I can't believe it was a straight shot down." He muttered to himself as he looked around in the room he found himself and alot of rubble in. Some sort of hallway with a collapsed tunnel on one side and a big set of enchanted doors on the other.

"Well, if that doesn't scream 'this room is important'". He said, stepping over rubble towards the set of doors. They were quite grand and covered in magical circles, runes and other carvings. In the end though...

SCREEEECH

Gorum didn't have any problem peeling them open, simply putting his hands on the top of the doors and bending them down so he could step over them.

"W-What the hell!?" A female voice exclaimed in surprise as Gorum entered the fancy looking room, a big blue crystal ball in the center with some weird gold ring floating around it. The rest of the room was setup to be a sort of improvised smithshop, weapons made of black and red metal littering shelves, racks and even the floor.

"I'm guessing you're the blacksmith?" Gorum said as he looked down at the red skinned demon woman crouching down behind an anvil. Skin like magma, long twisting black horns, and a face resembling a mix between a hog and a human. Pretty tame looking for a demon, they could look absolutely bizzare depending on what type they were.

"H-How the hell did you get in here? What was the rumble and how did you tear down the doors that easy! There's no way you're human!" The demon said as she shakily arouse from behind the anvil, pointing her hammer at Gorum in defense.

"You are incorrect but it doesn't really matter. Your illusions failed and I made me way down here after talking to one of your subordinates." Although that subordinate was certainly killed during the collapse. Gorum couldn't even remember his name, something with an S.

"I...W-Well if that's the case then you beat the trial! What sort of weapon do you w-" The smith began to say, perhaps realizing the situation she was in. But before she could finish getting it out, her head exploded upward onto the ceiling in a mess of gore. Gorum had taken his warhammer and simply tapped the underside of her chin with it.

"Well good on her for thinking quickly but it's too bad that making a bunch of weapons would take too long." He said as he looked around the room. There was quite the variety of weapons and they were still crap compared to anything he had, but it was good stuff for this world's strength curve. Not having a clue what weapons everyone would use best, he just start picking up every weapon he saw and put them into his [Void Box].

"Hrm...no armor." He observed. That was rather unfortunate considering the party needed armor than weapons. Couldn't be helped though, they would simply just need to sell the excess weapons for funding and then buy some better armor from a big city. Although he was worried the youngsters may be inclined to go for a smaller blacksmith out of naivety.

The youth had the strange idea that smaller blacksmiths in backwater villages had the best weapons, probably due to some wives tale. In reality the good blacksmiths would be in big cities since that gave them the best opportunities at better materials and clients. For now though Gorum pushed those unimportant thoughts away and turned to the orb in the center of the room.

The Dungeon Core. They were mysterious magical objects that allowed the creation and management of a dungeon, a tailor made environment that could morph itself to the wills of their dungeon master. Personally he had no clue where they came from, but Gorum didn't really need to know since all he had to do was destroy them. Of course he could just find his way back out but it was easier to destroy the core since when it breaks the whole dungeon disappears and spits out any living creatures inside it.

"Heh.." Gorum chuckled to himself as he thought how funny it was going to be seeing the youngsters get spat out.

He reached out and broke the orb in his hand, resulting in the whole dungeon starting to rumble and shake. Soon after the shakes started the entire floor shot upwards, the land the dungeon had manipulated was returning to normal and pushing everyone out at breakneck speed. To Gorum it was the equivalent of going on a rollercoaster, a bit of fast moving fun. And it got even better as he heard the yells of confused dungeon attendents and his own party echo out as the floor beneath them rose and took them along for the ride.

Soon enough they were pushed to the surface, tossed in the air roughly ten feet up. Of course Gorum was both enormous and used to it so he stuck the landing, everyone else however...

"Uggggh...*

"My head.."

"I think I broke something!"

"T-The Dungeon Closed?"

"Evan did you do this!?"

"I think Evan passed out..."

Priceless.

Amusing at it was he needed to hurry up and finish off the demons that got flung out of the dungeon. And so he did, smashing his warhammer down on them. The force causing their bodies to flatten like smushed pastries.

"G-Gorum!" Naina shouted, followed by her immediately vomiting, said vomiting causing a chain reaction among the still conscious members of the party. He probably should have let them do the fighting so they could get experience but letting them see something this violent was experience in itself.

They'd need to get used to gore.