Friday, December 8, 2017

Dungeon Landlord 006

In Pursuit of the Ultimate Cheat, I Reluctantly Became a Dungeon (Land)Lord
6 - Master of Slimes
It came while I was sleeping. A little blue ball of yuck. Yes, exactly what you’re thinking: a slime.
I say “little”, but in reality the thing was half my size. Now that I think about it, I’ve been going off the assumption that my body is the same size as my human body was. Of course, I don’t even remember how big I was as a human . . . or even what I looked like . . . or what sex I was.
Anyway, I don’t want to think about that right now. Hark! There’s a wild slime!
Well, I say wild, but it’s kinda’ docile. Right now it was just following me around Denya. I liked to imagine I was giving a tour, but I’m not quite sure how much the little guy understood. Of course, the fact that I wasn’t speaking probably didn’t help.
Denya seemed to find this very cute though. Finally, I had enough.
So do we have to do anything for this little guy? I asked Denya mentally.
Surprisingly, Denya responded in the same manner, What do you mean, Prota-sama?
Like food? Orders?
Slimes don’t need to eat, Master. Ah, that explains why I haven’t gotten hungry yet, But they’ll instinctively move to try to absorb organic content.
So he’ll attack any creature that comes in? Even if he’s not a match for it?
He’s not an intelligent slime. He’ll also naturally move to feed on lichen and moss growing in my body.
When you say it like that, it sounds gross, Denya.
Well excuse me for providing nutrition for you, Master! The walls felt close and I couldn’t tell if she was pouting or angry.
Um. I’m sure your lichen is delicious, Denya.
It is!
Right, so, this guy . . . The slime had been slowly circling me. He’s fine as is?
Yes, my lord. He’ll slowly erode the walls and will develop the more he eats.
He’ll develop the more he eats?
Yes, slimes slowly take on the properties of their environment because their tissue is so malleable, but they also continue to grow with everything they digest.
While we were speaking, another blue ball dropped through the ceiling. Sire, my inhabitants have increased by one.
Sire?! Ah, yes, Denya. I see that.
The other slime saw it as well. With an exaggerated leap, it scurried its way over to the newcomer, that was still resuming its natural spherical shape after being pancaked in its fall.
Hmm. We may want to think about a staircase at some point.
Yes, my lord.
The two slimes were circling around each other. Are they going to attack? They seemed fairly similar to one another. In truth, I could no longer tell them apart. Denya could though, she overlaid their names with the creature for each slime on my HUD. She named them, “Slime A” and “Slime B”.
Well, it’s good this girl has the ability to use spaces and at least 7 characters too. I was a little worried they were going to show up as SLIA and SLIB. Of course, as soon as those thoughts floated across my consciousness, Denya changed their names to Slia and Slib.
Even though I hadn’t used the ability tackle, yet, I could somehow tell both slimes were gathering the physical energy needed to initiate it. Slib was just a little faster and rocketed across the space between them first. Slia rocketed out to meet Slib and the two collided.
Instead of being rebuffed or shoved aside, they absorbed one another. The HUD displayed “Sliab(?)” over their congealed mass. That was unexpected.
A popping sound could be heard and the two split apart. Slia scurried over to hide behind me and Slib started exploring Denya. “Slimes and oozes will naturally combine and split over their lifetimes. They have no ego and so long as a sufficient mass remains, they can continue to function.”
No personality? Tell that to Slia. He’s practically shaking in fear.
“What?” Master, I think Slia’s been feeding on your slime-trail as you gave him a tour of me.
My slime-trail? Throwing my senses around, I realized that a trail of slime followed me wherever I went. So he’s already becoming more like an intelligent slime?
Yes, Prota-sama. I do not recommend allowing other slimes to feed on you until you’ve grown stronger.
No shit, really? Not like I knew he was feeding on me! My senses naturally settled on Slib as he rolled around. After failing to absorb Slia, Slib was acting like a normal slime.
Slia and Slib are my thralls, right?
“Yes, Master.” I guess it was difficult for Denya to speak telepathically, since she slipped into speech whenever it didn’t matter if the slimes heard. Aren’t we being too careful? They’re just slimes.
Can I see Slib’s character sheet?
Race: Slime
HP: 1
I didn’t care about the rest. My own hit points had recovered while I slept, so I was now back up to 3. Slia similarly had 1 hit point. My guess for why they couldn’t combine was because they were equal in HP. If that’s the case.
Not realizing I only needed to compress my body slightly to gather the physical energy for tackle, I ended up incorporating some of my MP as well. I flew across the room to impact Slib. He was completely enveloped in a moment and came to rest inside of me.
I say rest, but I could feel him struggling.
Also, it became a little harder to think.
Was Denya saying something?
Slia was rolling towards me. No! Bad dog! Stay! No jump! Bad!

HP: 3/3 → 1/5
MP: 7/7 → 8/8
Str: 2 → 3
Cre: 1 → 2
Ego: 1 → 1 (0)
Abnormal Status: Self Loss
New Skills: Magic Tackle
New Pets: Slia (Slime)


Population: 1 → 2 (“Well, at least we managed to keep one of them.” -Denya)
Mana Growth: 1(6) → 1(7)

Friday, December 1, 2017

Dungeon Landlord 005

In Pursuit of the Ultimate Cheat, I Reluctantly Became a Dungeon (Land)Lord
5 - Den of Slime(s)
So about growth.
“Yes, Master?”
I’d like to level up.
“I’d like that as well, Master.”
Wait, you mean you? Or me?
“Both would be agreeable, Master.”
Ah, I see. So how do I do that?
“I am unsure how you would increase in power. From the information I have available, it seems that monsters can improve through training and feeding. As dungeon lord, you would also gain a sympathetic effect when I increase in power.”
And you?
“I can increase in power through the expenditure of mana and other resources, and I also increase in power through the power of my inhabitants.”
Like how you’re gaining more mana now that I’m here.
“As you say, Master.”
You know, you really do not need to call me Master. It’s perfectly fine to call me by name.
“Master, your surface thoughts are confusing me. What does thirsty mean in this sense? I’m not sure how that is associated with arousal.”
I’m not being thirsty! That’s just an anime meme!
“Very well. I shall henceforth call you Prota-sama.”
Sama? Because of the anime thing? Are you making fun of me? Doesn’t she have to answer when I ask her something? What’s going on here?
“We are having a discussion about names, Prota-sama. It developed from our discussion about increasing in power.”
Don’t just pick and choose what to respond to!
The sense of the walls shaking filled my slime body. Doesn’t it cost mana to make the walls shake like that just because you’re laughing?
“You are mistaken, Prota-sama. I am not moving. You are sensing changes in my presence, which would feel to an inhabitant of me as though I am shaking.”
Ah. So when I called you old before . . .
The walls shook and I could clearly feel rubble fall from the ceiling. One stone in particular fell onto me and was absorbed into my body so I am quite clear on that. Denya?
“Yes, Master?”
The walls weren’t shaking just now?
“As I explained before, Master, it is merely changes in my presence.”
What about the rubble that fell down?
“Ah? Master doesn’t have eyes, so I am not sure what you are speaking about.”
Display the total mana please.
“. . .”
“I’d rather not.”
And why is that?
“Oh, what’s this? It appears there was an earthquake just now.”
. . .
“You believe me, right, Master?”
. . .
I thought I told you to call me Prota?
This time, her presence actually did change and the walls stayed still. I guess it took some practice to be able to tell the difference. But still, a dungeon that wastes mana when she gets too emotional. What kind of handicap is this? Guess I’m still a little salty from not being born as a shapeshifted dragon.
“Prota-sama, is the reason why you are thirsty because you are salty?”
Enough with the comedy routine for now, babe. Let’s start growing.
“Very well, Prota-sama. What path would you like to pursue?”
I have these abilities: creature creation and dungeon terrain. I haven’t been able to do anything with them so far—in truth, even though they showed up on my character sheet, they were grayed out—I’m assuming they have something to do with you?
“Yes, Master! Those are special abilities accessible only to a dungeon lord. You can use them through my interface.”
So let’s expand this room then. That will give you more mana absorption, right?
“It will, Prota-sama. However it will also make it more likely that I will be invaded and you will come under attack.”
Well, that’s not good. Looking at a part of my character sheet I never paid attention to before, I was pretty disgusted with the results.
HP: 2
MP: 1
At this rate, I’ll die just from Denya shaking the walls. OK, so that’s NG. What about creature creation?
“Creating creatures is a great idea!” Denya seemed pretty enthusiastic about this. Her dungeon stat pages popped up on my HUD and rapidly cycled to the pages on creatures. “Currently, we have access to the Avatar and Intelligent Slime templates.”
Knowing what an intelligent slime was (me), I asked, Avatar?
“This would be a physical body that would incarnate a part of my soul, built to your specifications.”
“I can be any gender you like, Master. You’d have complete control over my specifications during the creation. Of course, I would still exist separately from my avatar and run the dungeon for you.”
That’s amazing! Let’s do that!
“Very well, Master! You seem very excited about this for some reason. First, we need to gather the mana and expend it to make the egg.”
Great! Oh, before I forget, how much mana will this take?
“Hmm. At my current efficiency, I can create an avatar with only 500 000 units of mana. Shall I proceed?”
. . .
Cancel the avatar creation, babe.
It’s just too expensive.
“Really? I’d still have a surplus of 67 000 units of mana for daily operation. As long as my mana stays above 10 000, there should be no impact on my existence.”
If I had a throat, I would have gulped at that. Denya requires 10 000 MP to stay alive? The slow growth rate was all I was concerned about.
How would your mana growth change with an avatar inhabiting?
“As an avatar, there would be no change initially. Depending on their actions and growth, it may negatively or positively affect mana growth.”
Yeah, that’s definitely NG. Not until we have your MP stabilized. I try to never make units that I can’t immediately recoup the cost of.
“You have experience managing a dungeon, Prota-sama?”
Hey now, there’s no need to get jealous of computer games, Denya! Don’t start shaking the walls! There’s no need to worry, Denya. It was a simulation.
The sense of foreboding that made it feel like the ceiling was coming down on me fled as Denya grasped the meaning behind the word simulation. “What a well-prepared master.”
Anyway, how much to make an intelligent slime? I asked at the same time as I manipulated the page myself to look.
“That is unfortunately beyond our capabilities.”
A million? Why so much? Intelligent slimes are super weak if they’re anything like me.
“Apparently, the template we have is corrupted.”
“Yes, your species is probably not an intelligent slime.”
My own character sheet popped up, now with a question mark next to my assumed race. So this is the bad end? Have next to no magic reserves and get wiped out with the possible growth of your avatar or expand the dungeon and increase the likelihood of invaders.
“There is another option, Prota-sama.”
Lost in my own misery, it took Denya a few times to get through. Huh?
“We could perform a summoning.”
A summoning? Are we going to call a hero?
“Heavens no! A hero?! That would be our natural enemy!”
Heavens no? I remarked wryly. What sort of dungeon says ‘heavens no’?
“This sort!” Denya retorted with a huff. Needless to say, a dungeon’s huff involves the ground shaking.
So what did you mean by a summoning? I changed subjects forcibly.
“Now that I have a lord, we can release a signal that would attract creatures weaker than you to come and become your thralls.”
Oh? This is great! I thought about her words for a few moments more. Wait a second. There’s a problem.
“What’s that, my lord?”
Now it’s ‘my lord’? Ahem, Yes, I just cleared my nonexistent throat in my thoughts, is there a problem? The bit about monsters weaker than me.
“Oh. My lord is very weak.”
“But I am sure there must be weaker monsters. After all, you’re a dungeon lord!”
Ah well, I’m not so sure. But depending on the cost of trying . . .
“To broadcast a signal to areas in immediate proximity to us would take 5 units of mana.”
Whoa, that’s super cheap. Can be recouped in a single day even.
“If I may, my lord. My suggestion is to boost the signal and broadcast it for 5 days. With the increased area and duration, surely there is a monster weaker than you!”
I mentally sighed. Is this some sort of punishment game? What would be the cost of doing so?
“Around 500 units of mana.”
That much? How weak do you think I am?
“The cost increases exponentially with the distance from my center, my lord Prota-sama.”
Lord AND sama now? But she’s right. If we can get some monsters inhabiting, even if they only increase her mana growth as much as I am, we would make it back in a couple of months. And more importantly, it gives us options. Very well. Make it so.
“Master, please stand at my center and make your call.”
Hmm? I have to do it? Where’s your center?
“Um, it’s where you are right now, Master.”
Then why did you give me that extra instruction?
“Well, if you want to make a call in the future, my center may change locations and I didn’t want you to think you could do it from anywhere within me. You have to be at my center—”
Enough with the ero game stuff, Denya. What do I do now?
“Ask for creatures to come join your service, Master. I will pick up your call and use my mana to broadcast it and repeat it.”
Wait, do I have to do it out loud?
“Yes Master. That is a requirement.”
I’m going to leave all my fluids over your center if you make me say it.
“Ooo, Master!”
I’m totally being teased right now. She’s already mastered sarcasm to this level? I mean, I was teasing her, too. Ugh, this is so gross. OK, OK, I can do this! “Come work for me. I’m the dungeon lord, Prota.”
A great fatigue came over me after I finished speaking. Enough of my innards lay around me from the forced expulsion that my consciousness grew faint.

Prota Lv. 1 (“Am I finally strong enough to merit a level? Ooo, lots of level-ups! Almost worth being sick all over! At least this isn’t a slow growth game.”)
Race: Intelligent Slime → Intelligent Slime (?)
HP: 2 / 2 → 1 / 3
MP: 1 / 1 → 0 / 7 (“MP went up that much? Is it a racial trait?”)
End: 1 → 3 (“I certainly feel like I ran a marathon.”)
Cha: 3 → 5 (“Talking to a girl does wonders for your interpersonal skills, eh? Let’s keep flirting with Denya!”)
Log: 2 → 3
Mot: 2 → 5 (“I think I’m pretty motivated already. I mean, I really don’t want to die again, you know?”)
Apt: 1 → 2 (“Ugh, this stat would be by #1 if I could control it. A learning bonus that applies to every skill and stat? Isn’t that a cheat stat?)
Abnormal Status: Mind Down
New Achievements
Inside Out - Turned inside out (“The hyperbole of this game and everyone in it is incredible”)
Classifieds - Posted a job notice (“How many of these bronze achievements am I going to get? What’s next? An achievement for waking up? One for breathing?”)
Channeler - Channeled over 100 MP (“Oh, I guess I acted as the relay for Denya’s magic? Is that why my MP went up so much?)

Denya Lv. 1 (“Oh, we’re doing Denya now too?”)
Mana: 577 098 → 576 575 (“She used that much mana on shaking the walls? Such an irresponsible kid!” “You are mistaken, Master. My mana was lowered by the completely natural and authentic earthquake we were mysteriously struck by earlier today.”)
Mana/Day: 1/(5) → 1/(6)
New Abilities:
Earthshake (“Kinda’ hard to deny it now, Denya!” “I do not know what you are speaking about, my lord and master, Prota-sama.”)
New Spells:
Slime Summon (“So after all that we just summoned some slimes?” “This is a modification of the general call spell now that we have slimes inhabiting my body.” “You mean besides me?” “Yes, Master. They came while you were sleeping.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “You were sleeping.”)

Create Slime (“Let me guess, it’s 100 000 MP.” “No, but for something that’s just a slime, it’s pretty expensive: 100 units of mana.”)

Friday, November 24, 2017

Dungeon Landlord 004

In Pursuit of the Ultimate Cheat, I Reluctantly Became a Dungeon (Land)Lord
4 - Dungeon
“Greetings, Master.”
The voice called out to me from all around. Literally, the walls were speaking.
Um, hello? Without my righteous indignation from before, no slime was expelled from my body and my “voice” didn’t manifest.
“Directing your thoughts while within me is sufficient.”
Whoa. Somehow I got the feeling I was speaking with a robot. Is this the Matrix?
“I am your dungeon.”
Wait, I didn’t direct that thought at her, but she answered anyway. And yeah, she sounds like a girl, so we’re going with she’s a girl.
“Similarly to your present situation, I do not have a gender. Your thoughts are sufficiently loud enough now that we have entered dialogue so that I can respond to those floating on the surface.”
. . .
. . .
. . .
“Master, please do not be petulant. I have much to share with you.”
. . .
Fine. What’s the 411?
“Since you are speaking telepathically, I must note that the meaning of your words will be transmitted even if you try to obfuscate them by using unfamiliar slang. Furthermore, the intention to be sarcastic will also be transmitted.”
That’s totally unfair.
“Indeed. May I share my status with you?”
Make it so.
“I understand this is a reference of some nature, but do not sense any malice behind it.” With her words, screens started popping up in front of me filled with information.
I say they’re in front of me, but quickly sliming towards them caused them to retreat, and sliming in a circle had them rotate in front of my vision.
A heads up display.
“That is an appropriate conclusion, Master.”
Alright, let’s see what we have here.
Dungeon: Den of Slime
Location: Unknown
Haa? How do you not know where you are? And den? Isn’t that a little pompous? This is just a hole, isn’t it? Before she could respond, the name had already changed to Hole of Slime on my HUD. Wait, wait, wait, Den of Slime is fine. Hole of Slime sounds like an eroge.
The HUD display flashed back to Den of Slime and the voice sounded a little relieved when she could finally answer, “I am unable to see outside of myself. I have existed as this . . . den, for a significant period of time without a master.”
Hey now! Who’s being petulant now? There was no need to hesitate before calling yourself a den just now, was there? Thinking for a moment, How long is a “significant period of time”?
“Early state information is unaccessible. After sufficient mana had accumulated, I became. Since that point, an additional 182,625 days have passed.”
Holy . . . Waitaminute! Dungeon, how can you tell how many days have passed without being able to see outside?
“Please direct your attention to the resource collection page, Master.”
Ugh, why does she sound like an accountant now? That’s not one of my kinks . . . is it? Resource collection was mostly empty, but there was one category that was active: mana. Both mana total and mana per day had numbers.
Mana: 577 098
Mana/Day: 1 (5)
Ah. So you just counted based on that category without understanding the unit of measurement.
“As you say, Master. If we assume mana has increased at a constant rate throughout, then this Den has stood for 577,098 days.”
Huh? But it says five per day, doesn’t it? That’s nowhere near even your known age then.
“That is only the amount of mana I gather when inhabited by my lord.”
You mean me.
“Yes, Master. When you are inside me, mana collects much more rapidly. It is quite pleasant.”
Hey, enough with the eroge stuff already.
“Forgive me, Master. I lost myself thinking about you being inside me.”
. . . So you can joke too? What kind of AI are you? You’re not going to go HAL on me, are you?
“What is joke? Your AI word has complex meanings being transmitted. In the sense that I do not possess a body, I am artificial, but I am not a false entity. I exist.”
Wow. Really? You’re so stiff though.
“Now who sounds like an eroge? This is my first conversation, Master. Please forgive my inadequacies as a conversation partner. I will study and practice.”
Don’t pay it any mind, babe. Back to my HAL question…
“You are what I have wished for my entire life. I will not betray you."
Thankfully, I can’t blush or stammer since I’m, you know, a slime. Casting about in my thoughts for a topic change, the best I could do was, So you can do arithmetic, right? What’s 577,098 divided by 365?
“1,581, Master.”
That’s assuming this world uses our calendar of course. Damn, she’s old.
“!!!” Somehow even without a physical body, I could tell my dungeon was shocked by my words. She didn’t just make the walls shake because I called her old, did she?
Changing the subject tactfully, So what should I call you, Dungeon?
“I am the Den of Slime.”
“And I’m the slime in that, right? So you’re the Den. Den. Den. How about Denya?”
Taking the shaking walls as her assent, “OK, Denya, let’s move on to the next point of order.”

Cha: 1 → 3 (“It says charisma, but the description is more like interpersonal interaction, huh? So talking to Denya gave me that sort of boost?”)
Log: 1 → 2 (“Yay, math!, I guess? Talking to my wannabe accountant dungeon will give me more points in logic. Got it.”)
Age: 30 min → 1 hour (“Oh come on. That’s pointless. Can’t we at least change it to months for now?”)
. . . Age: 1 hour → 0 months (“Um. Thank you?”)

New Subordinate: Denya (Den of Slime) (“She seems like the earnest big sister type. I’m looking forward to teasing her.”)