by Matthew Peed
For one, the mortals needed to be able to train harder, faster, and longer. The biggest issue was healing between trainings. The priests were able to do a decent job, but they required compensation that exceeded the trainers’ budgets, or the process took them too long to be able to recover their own mana. I had a few ideas on how I could improve that area.
I also would spend some time tweaking the dungeon’s settings for loot and difficulty. Many of the adventurers had yet to get past the tenth floor, and it had already been several months since my birth. From the conversations I’d eavesdropped on, this was unusual. I needed to correct this problem.
I wasn’t worried about stronger adventurers coming to the dungeon. In fact, it was the opposite. I’d rather have had many more of the weaker adventurers come, as they were easier to come by. If tier one adventurers thought they didn’t have any reason to come to the dungeon, I’d lose out on a huge chunk of potential mana.
Then there was the little project I’d started in Steel Spire. The former slaves were gearing up to leave for the various towns in Lecazar. Already a few had left shortly after the monster horde was taken care of. I’d already created a storehouse filled with hundreds of chests brimming with gold at the bottom of one of the tower’s legs. Each party would consist of three individuals. That way the party wouldn’t be too small, but they would have a higher chance to escape if they were hunted for some reason.
I knew my little scheme would likely throw the slave market into upheaval. You remove the supply, then demand rises. Thus, I fully expected the prices of slaves to rise in the near future. This would be a dangerous point, as many of the people looking to make gold would resort to more vulgar means to create supply again.
However, I planned to use that to my advantage. The slaves would despise the lords for causing them to fall as such. My people would come in and buy them, and they would be thankful. Once I had enough slaves that were faithful, I could use them for missions in the countries that require a more flesh touch.
Sometimes to win . . . you have to play both sides of the law. I mentally grinned as my eye traveled over my aura. So much life, so much energy. There was a small part of me that couldn’t resist calling it mine. Thankfully, for the mortals, I protect what I call mine.
Afterword
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The Dungeon Robotics World
Book 1: Establish
Book 2: Expansion
Book 3: Escalation
Book 4: Cascade
Book 5: Cataclysm
Book 6: Conflict
