Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 43: Your Mana is Toxic

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Your Mana is Toxic

There are times in my life when I think that nothing works. And then there are times in my life when I guess something works.

My mana is the mana of a dungeon core. I have been eating the black tar from the exploding zombies for the past five hours now.

Zombies which Solas was forcing through the transformation. I guess that he figured out that if he can’t be happy, I shouldn’t be, either.

There is one good thing about it all. Nate and Aron didn’t die from the black thing. Mordred and Mortimer still haven’t caught up to the fact that we, all five of us, should be dead from eating this toxic waste.

Heck, they...

"Uncle! Another!" Morty held up his bowl, which he had licked clean.

I felt insulted. Not even my most cheesy meals got that kind of adoration.

"Sure thing, Nephew!" Solas was enjoying this. Doran was smoking his cigars, as usual, but I felt that some things couldn’t change. He was addicted. Even if he didn’t like getting smoke in his lungs.

And then there was Solas, who had gotten it in his head to camp in here and sent me and my family into the Mammoth Graveyard alone.

That was why I was eating his cooking, if anyone could even call it so. I needed to get mana so toxic that I was going to be able to fight.

But what Solas didn’t know was that I was purifying the goo with the help of the Tree of Memories. My new tree!

"Stop that," Nate said, as I purged the toxic waste from him. "What if we get more children?"

It was a silly question. I didn’t understand what the big deal was. Heck, we even managed to do it, if you know what I mean, and I still didn’t find the appeal.

"Then we bribe them with cheese," I said because I had no hopes that my mana could produce a panda at this point.

Maybe a panda monster... but no cuddly panda.

"Ok, I think this is enough," Solas said, as he filled my sons’ bowls for the last time. The soldiers who had been watching all of this seemed strangely happy.

I imagined that they were happy it was not happening to them. I wondered then what had happened to the living soldiers who had deserted.

And then, just as I was about to ask Solas if we could finally go into the dungeon, Desmond and Nick teleported back!

With the soldiers!

Most of the men looked chewed up. But as the redhead marched towards Solas, not sparing me a glance, I knew he was still mad at me.

"My King, we managed to destroy the Dungeon of Shadows!" Desmond said.

Which was met with the roar of our zombie-revived-soldiers and shaking from the living ones.

"Good job," Solas seemed to be unconcerned from it all. "I found a way to turn Sylvan into a weapon."

My fists balled. Why had I ever felt any empathy towards that son of a...

Desmond blinked, looked at me, and then noticed my sons. Nick took a hold of his arm.

I could see that he was just staring at the two boys so, as if he was seeing them for the first time.

Now, I said boys, but they looked like they were thirty by now. I hated to think it, but they sure aged fast.

Which was not good, but for now, we were at war.

"My Lords, from where do you hail?" Desmond asked, bowing his head.

I didn’t understand him. Didn’t he say that the Boliari were dungeon born?

"From him!" Mordred said, pointing at me. "And them... I guess?"

A vampire chuckled. Mordred glared. A toddler appeared in the lap of the vampire.

"Edda!" I yelled, finally catching up on the fact that my system was playing matchmaker!

Because this time, I heard a ping!

"Dungeon Core Sylvan! Congratulations on becoming a grandfather!" Edda wrote as my grandson, much to his vampire father’s horror, yelled: Domination!

"Hey, that was your first word," Aron noted, patting Mordred on the back, who looked green. "Takes after you!"

"No, no, no..." Mordred was not ready to be a parent.

Edda was trying to create an undead army!

But from where was she getting the biological material?

As soon as I thought that, I froze.

My humans! The gnomes!

"Edda! Show me the Tree of Memories!"

So, help me if she had been killing them off! I was going to go to war with the World Dungeon if I had to, but I was going to make her pay!

"Yo," Bob said, looking so, as if I was not looking at him as the man was having dinner with his family.

In the middle of my dungeon.

With the humans sitting at the same table as the gnomes.

"Are you hurt?" I asked, panic gripping my voice. "Is someone missing?"

"Sylvan!" Anne chirped, as she waved at me. "Are you ok? When are you coming back home?"

I hated the fact that I cared more for this little girl than all of the other humans, but I still smiled at her as she waved at me.

"Yes, I’m fine. As soon as the war is won, I’ll come back... home," it was strange to consider that tree my own after everything that happened, but I still wanted to.

Because, if I had to be honest, I just felt happy that my humans were ok.

"Edda!" I hissed, ready to rip her a new one. "From where did you find the biological material to create a Boliarin and a Lich?"

"Two Lich!" Mordred said, as he pointed at the toddler, who was now chewing at the vampire’s hair. "Dad! Make it go away!"

"Silence, you!" Aron hit our son over the head.

I let him handle it.

"From where? From the goblin tribe, of course! The gnomes had the adventurers kill them all off! The meat is going to go to waste! Dungeon Core Sylvan, you have enough biological matter to create 100 Boliari or 50 Lich! Don’t let the goblins die in vain!"

I paled.

No, I was not ready for this!