Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 72: For The Pancake Mix!

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: For The Pancake Mix!

I aggressively flipped a pancake, as Aron was restocking my pantries, something that was Nate’s job, creating mobs, something that was my job, and looking pretty, something that was Desmond’s job!

Ok, the last one might have been just an attempt for me to include Desmond in my charade against Aron, but that was beside the point!

I had expected that my soulmate would want to be my boss mob! Not my Dungeon Master!

Who even wanted a Dungeon Master? Those were the worst!

"Sylvan, quit pouting!" Desmond chided me, as he stuffed another pancake into the bottomless pit he called his mouth.

I pouted harder.

Because, after Aron had told me he had it all covered, he had given me enough of his favorite gluten-free pancake mix to charm Desmond with.

It wasn’t fair! Aron was not supposed to be this underhanded!

"Sylvan, aren’t we partners?" Aron wasn’t even looking at me as he asked that. He just continued to look at a schema Aurora was trying to sell him. "Don’t you want us to actually do this together? As a team?"

I began to blink. This was no team effort! I was making pancakes while he was turning me into a murder core!

I didn’t want to be a murder core. I was a nymph! One who just wanted to feed people and keep them from chopping off branches from his tree!

I huffed as an answer.

"Sylvan," Aron continued. I could bet he was reading my thoughts. The mind rune was good for the kids, but not for my soulmates.

I pouted even harder.

"He’s cute," Desmond said, stopping in his feast. "Like an angry lamb!"

I blinked. Wait... why did he just compare me to...?

"Yeah," Nate continued, as he sat by me, snatching the pancake I just placed on the plate and eating it. "Our Sylvan is an angel!"

"Are you saying I’m weak?" I asked, blinking in confusion.

Was I really weak? Were those three men the only thing which stopped the World Dungeon from killing me?

"You won’t be after Aron is done," Nate told me, kissing my hair. "But, Sylvan, this Bed and Breakfast thing wouldn’t have been done if it was left up to you."

I placed more batter in the pan. Huh... was that really what they thought of me?

"Yeah! You have many ideas, and you try to chase them all! Honestly, the golems were the only mobs you created! Apart from the children," Desmond said, as he eyed Nate with narrowed eyes. "Steal another pancake, and it will be your lungs between my teeth next!"

Nate licked his lips, seemingly unconcerned.

"You have such lovely eyes, Desmond, darling!" He let go of me; I took a hold of him. "Ok, I won’t."

Nate kissed me on the head once more, looking at the cooking pancake.

But I... I was thinking...

If I really started too many things without committing to any of them, I was going to end up with a tree reduced to firewood!

Not just firewood, firewood meant for pet pyres!

Not that I had anything against the proper burial of one’s pets, but there was something about using the soul-drenched wood of a nymph that the rich thought was the perfect last present for their Fluffy... who might or might not have peed on the bloody couch one too many times, that was demeaning.

"I don’t want to be burned for a dog!" I yelled, standing up. My legs carried me to the pantries with such speed that I must have teleported!

I began to rummage through it all. Yes, stealing ideas was not something one should do, but I honestly had to earn my keep!

If I let it all go to waste... my mana was going to become weaker and weaker!

Until I was just a spirit. No longer a nymph.

The Tree of Memories was yet to recover from having two dead spirits in it! It was going to take years! If not centuries! For it to recover and bloom every spring!

There was only one thing to do, really! Only one way to save my life!

"Ok," I had a strange flour made from rice in my pantry. Honestly, I had heard about rice cakes, but for me, rice was something one did when a guest came by without prompting, and one needed to make something fast.

It wasn’t like it took much effort. That said, you still had to do some prep work.

To wash the rice, to warm up the leftover stock or to make new stock from stock material you had to boil...

But rice was something that should not be used to make monsters! It was a staple food!

A treasure!

Easy to make, easy to eat! Tasty in its simplicity!

But I was in a full-blown panic mode. I wasn’t thinking about it all. I just wanted the rice to become a golem.

Just because it was the first thing which caught my attention.

My mana began to shape the golem. I poured more and more from the moss.

This time I was not going to treat my creation so, as if it were my child.

No! This was to be my boss mob! But...

I was mated with three undead. Not to mention that my entire dungeon was covered from ceiling to floor in runes... runes, which were connected to another undead, even if I didn’t know it.

That, which was the result of my panic attack, looked like a golem alright! It was like stone!

It looked at me, bowed, and then looked at Aron.

It did not bow.

"Ok!" I felt a bit better. Ok! I could create mobs! That was still something! "You are to go hunting!"

Because this thing, which had arms the size of tree trunks, was going to be very good at hunting... bears.

"Bears?" Aron asked, clearly having read my thoughts. But I ignored him.

He wasn’t important right now! My new creation was!

"Ok, Titan!" I was going to have this rice thing evolve! Become the stuff of legends! "Go hunt and eat bears!"

But... back then, I had no idea what it meant to evolve a mob.

Fortunately for me, Titan did.

And boy, did he love to eat...