“What are those !?!” The soul asked in surprise and horror, as he looked at those small humans. They were short, barely reaching a meter. They were green. The gross vomit green, and not the grass green. And they were ugly.UGLY with emphasis. With pointing ears and yellowing teeth, they didn’t exactly look charming. Two beady eyes which were filled with wild fanaticism stared at his chamber, or to be exact him. It wasn’t the greatest way to celebrate the end of a successful experiment.

  He had just finished his experiment, with some rather good results, but the storm had made a mess of his chamber. Ruined stones, broken metal, shrapnel, various gems, and crystals were littered all around as if a storm had visited. Technically, a storm did visit. So he was busy cleaning up the mess when he decided to take a look at his dungeon, in case the storm visited his dungeon also. The moment his Soul Sense left the chamber he found his monsters kneeling. BUT besides his cute spiders, kneeled at least hundred green color ugly humans, bringing him back to the question.

  “ Goblins?” this was the first time he was hearing such a word.

  “That’s it ? “ he asked in confusion. The description hardly described anything, except they are weak. And when did Blue Box started giving free information? And what was with the well-tabled information?

  “ Now what’s that !?!” Another new terminology, which he didn’t like the sound of.

  “ Eh…well do so.”

  “ Well,…that did tell a lot. But when they did enter ?!?” he asked in confusion. Wasn’t his dungeon supposed to be closed? He did remember leaving a thick stone wall on his entrance.

  When did the Blue Box become so helpful and so human? But he had more important things to worry about. Did it wake up on the wrong side of the bed…well, did Mr. Blue Box sleep? He filed this question for future use.

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  “Emm…the good news?”

  “Wait!!...when did I open my dungeon to the public?” The last he remembered a solid slab of rock was still dividing the dungeon from outside world. He checked the entrance with his soul sense, and to his horror, the slab was not there. The whole entrance was now wide open to the public.

  “ That’s called Good News?” He hadn’t even laid down his barriers, restrictions, and traps! Even a child could come and break through it while sucking lollipops and singing nursery rhymes!

  Learning all this, he was shocked. It would be better to say he was aghast. And the only thing he could say was, “ That really was the good news…”

  But he still held a good amount of confidence in himself. He was almost an immortal, and he couldn’t deal with some puny humans and monsters? Ha…

  But the B-Rank term made him feel uncomfortable. Seeing that goblins were classified as E Rank, the B rank must be stronger than a goblin. But how strong?

  “ What is a B-rank human and C-Rank Monster?” he asked. The terms made him feel extreme danger. The more a cultivator cultivated, stronger his institution would be. And his institution was screaming danger, with bold capital fonts, in blood red color.

  And Shit!!

  So basically he was going to have a party with this world’s equivalent of Foundation Cultivator…no make it cultivator’s’, with the ‘s.’

  “ How strong is a so-called B-Rank?” If they were anything like Foundation Cultivator’s he was in deep trouble. He could personally defeat anyone of them. A soul blast to crush their souls, and done. But his new incarnation came with several hateful limits. Specifically, he couldn’t attack intelligent creatures. They were safe from his attacks. So he could only use this maze of the tunnel to stop them. And this was looking more and more impossible as time went by.

  “ How strong?”

  “ …”

  He would be ignoring the first few words. So he was dead?

  But, “ Why is my dungeon pathetic?”

  Except for traps, it was great. It had tunnels. It had monsters. It even had a story to tell…which was still under construction.

  “…”

  “……”

  That was brutal.

  Who said he was being helpful…he was the same large mouthed blue box!

  So blue box was clearly being. Well a bit more helpful than usual, but it didnt answer his problem. His death was on countdown, and he could do nothing but talk to a Blue Box whose sex was suspicious...

  Maybe...Blue Box might help...He was trying to be helpful today.

  " So any advice, Mr. Genius."

  "..."

  Did he ever mention, that he was starting to hate color blue?

  “…”

  He hated blue.