The Dangerously Cute Dungeon [A Dungeon Core LitRPG]

1.47 Forgetful Old Man

A new day, another 13 MP regenerated. Violet had to wonder if she would feel more excited when that number became 25 MP each day or if she'd still feel like it was so little. If she regularly had people on her first floor and they no longer rushed to leave it since she had a second floor, it was likely that she'd have a lot more mana than she knew what to do with.

Although, that certainly would cause other problems. If she unlocked her second floor too quickly then she might not easily get a chance to build new rooms on the first floor again. Violet might even have to camp on her own first floor so she could jump at the first chance to build new rooms on it. She didn't exactly want to leave all of her floors half-built for all of eternity.

Violet sighed, deciding it would be best to ask Theodore about what to do about such issues when it came time. Surely protocols had to have been developed for such issues by now. There were plenty of older dungeons, from what Violet had heard. Violet finished walking to the garden meadow room. Looking at her cute jade tree frog jumping out of the well to greet her, she smiled.

"Don't worry little one, it's time. I'm going to get you some friends today."

Violet soon summoned another four jade tree frogs, taking up the last 8 MP of space on the 50 MP spawner in the room. Some of the [Critters] really were quite cheap. Save for the queen bumblebees, all of them had cost less than 2 MP each. Of course, the queen bumblebee was a rare exception that was able to create new bees and run their own hives.

Most [Critters], much like [Monsters] could not breed and give birth. It was one of the downsides of being considered a dungeon creature. They could have semi-immortality and a safer environment, but they could never have families. Violet supposed she could sympathize with such feelings. Now that she had lost her husband, she would never have a family either.

The best she could hope for was the chance to help the next generation of adventurers in this world. By creating a more balanced dungeon that slowly scaled from being safe enough that even children could easily traverse the first floor without worry to a super deadly and challenging twenty-fifth floor. Violet did have to worry about her own safety, eventually. A few sword skills were hardly going to be enough when faced with more dangerous [Monsters] and adventurers.

Violet went to look at what her kodama had brought back the previous day when her menu closed on her. Other than seeing she now had creeping charlie and a total of 123 DP, she didn't get the chance to see much else. It certainly was inconvenient having one's menus cease to function every time an adventurer walked into the dungeon. Usually Violet didn't have her menus open when people showed up, so it wasn't a reliable sign that adventurers had shown up. However, that didn't matter if it still kept her from opening it until they left.

Oh well, Violet would wait and see if they would make it to the dungeon core room. If they tried to get too close, she'd scare them off, but there was no point in interrupting every adventurer who showed up. Even if it was a [Monster], it was unlikely they'd make it very far. At worst, Violet would have to enter the depths of the slime parkour pool to attempt to kill the zombies. Maybe it would be a good chance to test if she actually needed to breathe? It wasn't like she required sleep or food, so it was clear that she didn't have to live by the same standards as most living things.

Ricard grumbled as he entered the dungeon with the others. He wasn't happy about being in a dungeon. He hadn't stepped inside one for his entire life and he didn't think now was the time to change that. His old bones and aching joints protested at every step and he was sure he was likely to lose his life today.

"Oh, quit your grumbling!"

Arthur scolded. Ricard looked at him and their other companion, Galileo. They were all old farmers with nothing more than farming tools at their disposal. They weren't fit to be in a dungeon.