Reject Humanity, Return to Monke

[You are invited to the Decennial Dungeon Games!]

[This message is automatically sent to all Dungeon Masters within the realm of Praeccathae. The event will be held 5 days from now, and the Dungeon Masters, as well as their entire Dungeon, will be relocated to a temporary space between realms. During this time, time flow in the normal realm will be slowed to about 0.01% of its normal speed. Details of the Dungeon Games will be announced after teleportation.

Note, this is a mandatory event. There will be no absentees.]

I tilt my head. This is the first time I've ever heard of this… What's more, decennial, and it's held about a few days from now…?

'Is this connected with the Monster Surge phenomenon? Because if it is so, then the timeline coincides perfectly.' I hummed. It seems that whatever happens after this 'Dungeon Games' event is one of the reasons why a Monster Surge happens every decade. Why after, you ask? Well, it's because of the time slow in the description. 'Also, if time is slowed here, then does my daily DP income follow the time of my Dungeon, or the time of the realm…?'

Questions to be answered, but no answers to be given at the current time.

I scratched my chin.

I guess, if this is a mandatory event, then I have no other choice but to prepare for the oncoming storm. Increasing the number of monsters, as well as enlarging the room of the monster city, will be my main focus.

That said, though, it's been getting harder and harder to find some monsters roaming about in my area. It seems like they're actively avoiding the area where my Dungeon is, or I've already reduced the numbers by a lot to make them move away to another area in fear of their security.

'I need to send a team to gather more monsters, as well as more livestock.' I patted Domino's head, who was starting to get annoyed that my hands weren't patting her head no more. She grumbled for a bit, before burying her head in my chest. 'No matter what, Domino is really cute when she wants attention.'

Accessing the Dungeon Menu, I contacted Gong with a few taps on the screen.

"Boss! What you need?" Gong asked through the comms, his toothy smile underneath the iron helmet that covered half of his face that I had crafted for him a few days ago.

"A job. Gather some chimps and gorillas." I said back, to which Gong gave a nod. "This is an extremely important job, and must be done post-haste. I will call you back in half an hour. Until then, gather about 5 squads of primates."

"Understood, Boss." Gong nodded with complete seriousness.

"Good. Carry on." Cutting of the comms, I redirected my attention towards Domino, who was now pouting at me for not granting her her desired attention. "Sorry Domino, but Papa has to work now."

Domino pouted harder, making her cuter in my vision, before she relented and got off my body by dropping to the grass below my swaying hammock and making a beeline straight for a house that was big enough to accommodate a single family.

Sure, I didn't really use the house as my hammock has all but grown on me for the past few weeks as a wonderful resting spot, but I wanted Domino to have more than just a hammock.

So, I gave her a house, which we used when eating meals, when nature calls, or when we just want to play some games.

Domino has fucking hax… I swear, she keeps on beating me in fighting games, FPS games, and even strategy games. All offline, of course. Online gaming is still a pipe dream away with my DP.

Seriously, if I wanted internet to connect to my old world – which I would do in the future just to show that parallel worlds exist via social media, as well as troll people about Monke just because I can – I needed a few million DP.

Something more monsters inside my Dungeon can fix, but at this rate, it'll take more than a couple months to get it, unless I get something like a few dragons inside my Dungeon, but I was sure the dragons would instead make me barbecue and claim my Dungeon as their own roost.

Yeah, not until I can find myself rivaling against something that can beat a dragon, I will not let a dragon – or any monster, really – that could beat my ass to the moon and back for years on end, inside my Dungeon.

Anyway, I digressed for a bit. After getting myself free from Domino's tiny clutches, I approached the blacksmith workshop I had let the gorillas build with the help of the orcs, humans, and demi-humans.

In their Human area, of course. I ain't lettin' anybody, trusted or not, inside my Dungeon Core room. This place is off-limits other than to me, Domino, and the monkeys.

Thanks to bullshit Dungeon powers, teleporting the workshop to my Dungeon Core room was as easy as snapping my finger. I'm still guessing why I had to walk through a generated passage instead of directly teleporting to an area, but I guess a Dungeon Master has his own set of rules to follow inside his Dungeon…

That's 100% bullshit, if I ever heard of one. I need to figure out the reason for that so that I can just teleport inside my Dungeon as I please. No more walking and goddamned 5 minutes' worth of flights of stairs. Like, come on, fuck those stairs, I have fucking stubby legs!

Anyway, upon entering the workshop, I began to take in the room which filled my view whenever I entered the building. An anvil next to an actively used furnace. The blacksmith's tools are carefully placed and organized on a table close to the anvil. A shelf, some cabinets, and drawers to store the materials (mostly iron right now) on. A few ways away from them, were more cabinets, but bigger to accommodate the weapons I had made during the time I did blacksmithing.

Also, another thing that was prevalent in this room, was that it was super cramped due to how many things were scattered inside. Bumping my foot against a haphazardly placed club, I hissed out in pain as my nerves sent signals to my brain.

Stubbing your toe isn't a pleasant experience. The only thing that could probably beat that kind of pain must be hitting your shin, or stepping on Legos…

Yep… Legos hurt more…

Throwing the club into its designated pile, I arrived in front of the anvil, and thought about what to create, so I can prepare the materials and begin smithing after I had given the primates their tasks.

'Who said being a leader was easy…?' I sighed as I gathered the materials and placed them on the anvil.