Chapter 1 - Primo Clown

" Hey, psttt. You think the boss' dead? if so i call dibs on the throne!" Hearing them I released a low chuckle at their thought of treason against me, "Boss it ain't what you think! I was just saying after all your position is kinda boring anyways, why can't you let one of us do the work for you! you know, pass the work to the weaker guys. "

Hearing him I was confused at what he was getting at, tilting my head slightly or so i thought as i saw a full 120 degrees sideways or upside down? Anyways, i had twisted my neck to the point it had frightened them.

Standing from my current position, I stared down at the worker who had the thought of stealing my throne. Twisting my neck back in place I walked to the one that dared to covet my throne.

Crouching down to his height, I smiled before placing my hand on his shoulder as the look of worry grew more and more evident as each second flew by. The other workers that had also surrounded him seemed to show the same amount of worry, "Tell me? Why a worker like YOU should think of coveting the throne from me? Hmm, why don't you tell me."

I squeezed my hand causing the workers face to tense up, "answer wisely, otherwise these will be the last words that leave your mouth. " staring at the worker, my words had been laced with a hidden venom that those around would have thought my words to be curiosity but to the worker before me. A wrong answer could spell his doom, and he knew it.

"IM SORRY MY KING! It won't happen again I promise!" The man tried to prostrate before me and by doing so had almost caused me to accidentally snap his shoulder due to the sudden movement, laughing a bit. I stood back up before grabbing a dagger and placing my finger tip on the daggers point.

'I should make them loyal but to do that I need something to show that i'm someone worthy to follow. But what could that possibly be? A story? Yes, i need to spin a backstory for myself.' nodding to myself, i turned my attention towards the workers that were still horrified, "Let me tell you a story about myself, hmm. Wouldn't that be interesting?"

I stared at the workers, my dagger lose in my hand so i may allow for quick change in direction for a fast toss. I just need to have these workers play into my hand and revere me as a sort of messiah that will lead this dungeon into success, that's all that i need.

They gave me a slow nod of their head, good. They were willing to follow orders if threatened, this will make things easier if they try to have treacherous thoughts again. "Good, grab some chairs. Come sit down and listen to my regal tale will you?"

They all quickly spread out to try and possibly find a chair, this should give me a few minutes break. Stabbing a hole in my thumb, i poured the blood into the crystal.

[ Dungeon core has received blood. Dungeon points increased, dungeon leveling up to level two. More workers are being summoned and more buildings have been added,

Buildings- Bar

Food hall

Gym

Karaoke

With these new add ons it will allow for easier upkeep of worker health and moods. ]

' Dungeon points, could you exaggerate on that?' I thought out to the system that was now reading out its own prompts sparing me the effort of having to turn my head every time to read it.

[ Of course host, the Dungeon points is a creation that occurred to allow dungeons to summon monsters to help defend the place . For your dungeon, it is gained through blood or fear from the raiding party. It can not be your own blood.

Current DP bank - 400

However once the tutorial is finished you will recieve a DP amount of 4000, DP can also be gained from destroying other dungeons ]

Hearing the system, i nodded my head along but to think once I complete the tutorial i'll get so much DP. Theirs gotta be a reason? after all 4000 seems like a lot for a tutorial reward. Although it may be a small amount as I haven't even seen the monster prices.

' When will I be able to see the monster summons?'

[ When the dungeon has reached the suffiecent level of 3. This is due to the dungeon core having matured by that point. ]

Hearing the system I nodded once again, ahh I feel like i'm gonna be doing a lot of nodding with this. After all this things not even sentient, how am i meant to have a fun conversation. Atleast those workers were more fun to deal with, wonder when they'll be back.

My ears suddenly tingled as I could hear the scraping of wooden chairs against the floor making that god awful screeching noise but i'm surprised by how fast they were able to get the chairs and reach me. Deciding it was time to sit on my throne, i stared down at my hall and the workers that were now filling it. All of which had been sat on the chairs with their hands on their laps as if they little children waiting to be told a grand story by their father.

I laughed at the thought before suddenly going quiet waiting for the final one to sit down. It was time to go through the plans of my story, ahhh, why didn't i think of something when i had time.

Alright, you know most of this worlds history already. It's time for me to use it to my advantage, i raised a fist and placed it in front of my mouth. I coughed to gain the attention of those that were muttering to those beside them.

" Very well then, since you all wish to hear the tale of mineself, i shall hide the truth of who i am. You must all know my name? " They gave a small rapid nod at my question, "Good, if you didn't i'd have to atleast kill five of you. Then I shall begin at the start of my sad life, the tale of a royal jester that was mocked by his own brothers. The putrid monarchs and rulers. They all deserve to rot in the nine fucking hells for what they had done to me."

"My name was given to me by my creator, the one that had created this world and all the others. The man I call my king and 'father', ha! his corpse must be gone by now but i have decided one thing before he sent me to this planet with sealed powers and that was to regain them and smash the fucking heads of every single MONARCH AND RULER! THOSE DESPICABLE SCUM! ahem, my apologies let me carry on.

I was created for mere entertainment, the youngest of my brothers and sisters. Although i was the youngest, that was only in mind. My body was of a jester that came before me, 'Salve, The jester of tears'. His face however had been torn to shred by the Monarch of Beasts so i must now cover myself like I am a mummy.

Oh how i wish that one day I could've felt the wind brush past the hairs on my body and heat touch my very flesh, like you my workers. Your complexion is that of a healthy person but mine is nothing but sickness and rot, even though I was neither the weakest nor the strongest amongst my family, I stilled suffered from this damaged body.

This body however had strengths beyond the one given to me by father, I had been made up of tricks and tears. This had allowed me to control the emotions of my opponent making them practically break down into tears on a battlefield. Their soul would too leak out with said tears

And if i had gained just a glimpse of their soul, I could've taken their power. Until he came along, that damn Ashbourne. He must've been fathers favourite, the one with the ability to raise the dead an ability that would make fighting long war's impossible. Had I known that the others no longer supported my plan and was using me to simply try and harm Ashbourne, i would have stopped my foolishness.

To think instead of dying i would have been stripped of my powers and sent here as a weak dungeon master in a equally weak dungeon. But let me tell you something my minions, no matter our weakness I WILL REGAIN MY STRENGTH! When I do I promise to protect this dungeon with my life, the dungeon that I shall foster and build into a dungeon that shall be unbeatable."

I took in a deep breath staring at the workers before, a shining light now in their eyes and a strange shaking in their bodies. Were they crying? No that can't be, i never expected the jolly and mischievous servants to actually start crying at a fake story.

But how, they're was no emotional bits in the story. They also share no attachment to me, so how is it that they became emotional for me.

[ Tears of workers being shed has strengthened the dungeon - 24 hours until upgrade to level 3

Once upgrade is done, it will allow for the summon of soldiers to defend the dungeon and will officially conclude the tutorial ]

Huh, i though it required blood but why did the workers tears work?

[ A small bonus from someone by the name of #*%#$>¥#]

I see, well i didn't but atleast i got something good out of it which had caused me to involuntarily release a smile, after all, good things were finally coming to fruition . I needed to build this place up to be ready for the storm that would be Sung Jin Woo.

" Workers, tell me how the traps are coming along?" I tapped my finger along the throne instantly straightening the backs of all the workers, "If you thought my story telling was a time for leisure, then you are dead wrong! I want you working until all traps are placed, once done you may rest for ten hours. You may also set up some new tents for the bar and food hall."

I pointed towards the exit with left hand as i leaned my head in the palm of the right, this should keep them abit busy now. I really wanna go visit the world, but i guess it would be impossible in this form.

"hahhhh, theirs so much i want to do but simply can't." I tapped my face with my index fingers a few times before I leaned into my throne, "Since when have I felt so free but be so chained."

Closing my eyes, I decided it was best to rest until the dungeon would be upgraded as the servants worked on the traps.

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One of the many workers -

"Can you believe the boss used to be some sort of god? Well i can't." I heard Jack laugh he was an idiot, could he not feel that pressure the lord release when he spoke of the so called Monarchs and Rulers.

"Even if he was, he's been weakened now anyways. if we teamed up we could practically beat him." another one voiced out as he smashed a peg into the ground, am I working with idiots. Who would want to rebel against the being that was made by the very creator god, it's asking to be smited.

"Quieten down, what your saying is practically treason. Do you want to be hanging off the ferris wheel?" Our captain of the tent setters suddenly spoke, thank god we had someone rational in our group for once, "The lord speaks true, the aura he showcased when speaking on the sour topics proved it."

I wide eyed at him, so he had also felt that monstrous amount of pressure that felt like a waterfall of darkness and light had been poured on us. Just what sort of being was the creator to have two polar opposite's work together.

"Bah, even so he's weak as of now. Give him time, i'm sure he's bound to reach the strengths of his brothers." The elder spoke, the man to have been first summoned here when our lord came to be Dungeon Master, the elder truly had been the wisest of them all.

I tried to ignore my treasonous comrades and continued slamming the pegs down into the spots we were told, it was a easier duty than setting traps so I was happy.

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Second chapter, i know none of the monarchs or rulers are siblings. But this is just the mc tryna make himself seem abit more powerful then he actually is.

Anyways i hope you enjoyed but it's time to start picking up the pace. after all we got twenty years until cannon.

P.S update will be slow as of now cus i don't have a pc.