The Dungeon Struggle of an Earth Dragon!

Dungeon Production Diary Day 1

From now on, let's call it a dungeon, not my home, but the common sense of this world.

Well, I want to keep a diary from today.

It's the pedestal that was in the ruins.

From the reflection of this pedestal, the hologram, I thought it was a blur, but it had a recording function.

Plus, it's like you can put in an extra record.

That's why I'm going to use this feature to keep a diary.

I don't know how many days it will last.

Dungeon Production Diary Day II

The expansion of the dungeon is going well.

The map of the eight great labyrinths I sent to everyone was helpful.

They all work for expanding the dungeon.

The most useful of these are still Ann's army ants.

Sharpened rocks, sharpened rocks become food and golem ingredients for ourselves (mainly me).

Two birds a stone.

They're sending me maps sequentially in memory transmission, but it feels good inside.

Let's expand the dungeon at this rate.

Dungeon Production Diary Day III

It also extends further in size.

Previously it was about the size of the school grounds, but now it is several times that size.

Especially with Ann's army ants. The lower levels are made wide out of groups,

Ann sent me a map on a thought call, but it was incredibly spacious.

Wouldn't a few Tokyo domes have the whole thing?

But I also thought it would be okay to just dig this and sink the ground or something, but I didn't have to worry.

Apparently, the Annes are spitting out and coating things like special secretion fluid when digging for labyrinth floors and walls.

I tried beating it once in a while but it was pretty sturdy.

There will be no problem with this.

By the way, I haven't built a way out yet.

Something you would deliberately risk the kind of foolishness you would find here.

If I can, I want the adventurers to stay like this forever without finding me.

When I checked the entrance, I'm concerned Ann was in a strange hurry, but, well, there won't be a problem.

Dungeon Production Diary Day IV

The hierarchy is well under way.

I haven't dug a dungeon myself lately.

It's left to the soldiers, the ants and the golems.

You're checking out the maps that each one of us sends you.

Thanks to this I can safely immerse myself in making golems and eating of my hobbies.

It's not a dungeon production diary, is it?

Ha, I don't care.

Oh, the hierarchy is now twenty-two.

Of course I have the bottom twenty-two layers.

I move every time I can hierarchy below.

'Cause something's calmer down there, isn't it?

Is this because I'm a dragon after all?

The diary is being tapped into a small terminal and remotely into the pedestal from the lowest level.

Magic is convenient.

Dungeon Production Diary Day Five

Recently here, Una has begun to say novels.

I don't know if it's "more as a dungeon master" or something.

What are you complaining about? I shut up when I said it in a targeted way, but, um, you feel like you're sprouting yourself well.

Personality is emerging for each individual.

Doss is encouraging dungeon making to feel like he said he was an oligarchy worker.

By the way, feminine tresses are always by my side.

Or he always sleeps by my side.

Anything like, 'This is the calmest place -'?

Well, not if I'm not interrupting either.

It just occasionally hurts Ann's gaze coming down deep.

I think I was looking at Torres mainly, not me.

What is it? It's for the ants.

What? And I said, 'It's nothing!' and went back to the lower levels.

What is he? Looks like he wanted to report something, okay?

Dungeon Production Diary Day Six

The guys from Ann's army ants brought a ton of demon stones.

It's a demonic stone excavated in the lower floors.

Whatever, it's about what to do with this.

I was surprised when I said we shouldn't all eat.

No, what the hell. That reaction.

What do you think I am?

Nothing. I've got enough magic stones to eat myself, so I don't care about anything else.

Besides, the taste of the demonic stone now excavated in the lower layers feels thinner.

Has your tongue been fattening?

We were delighted when we said that we were going to eat the magic stones that we found.

The appearance of the ants delighted in the group was really disgusting.

Dungeon Production Diary Day VII

Tres recently imitated me and started making golems.

It's not even mine yet, but it's good inside,

You can be a good golemmaker if you work out.

You have a craftsman in the Golem?

By the way, Anne looked envious of it for some reason.

No, if you want to mix it up, you can mix it up.

I don't mix it.

Oh, and I gave Ann the sword I made out of the prototype.

It's a prototype I've made with reference to Elipedia's Devil's Sword.

Reference was made to the Holy Sword Levertine.

Well, it's a pretty degraded version compared to the real thing.

Pretty good, I think.

Ann was happy enough to roll around.

Well, ants, but we know what's inside.

Hehe.

Dungeon Production Diary Day VIII

I made a golem.

Weapon built.

I had a demon stone for dinner.

End.

Dungeon Production Diary Day IX

Torres was happy to make a dog-shaped golem.

Dusted.

End.

Dungeon Production Diary Day X

Nah. There hasn't been any change here lately.

The dungeon keeps expanding well, but that's all.

I wonder if there's anything exciting about this.

No, it's good to be safe.

Speaking of which, there was a lot of big noise at the lower level.

I slept like that because I was sleepy.

Let's ask Anne next time.

If you remember.

Dungeon Production Diary Day XI

I spent some time asleep.

Something Anne was here to report, but she fell asleep and I don't remember very well.

It was just a mess, so I raised the demon stone... I feel it.

I'm sleepy and I don't remember.

Good night.

Dungeon Production Diary Day XII

I ate the demon stone.

Dungeon Production Diary Day XIII

Slept.

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Dungeon Production Diary Day 21

Una looked at my diary.

Inside the beginning he looked smiling, but his expression grew more and more rude.

"Father? Are you obviously having trouble keeping a diary from the way in?

I've said that with a smile on my face.

No, it's not like it stinks.

I just don't know what to write anymore.

Yeah.

'So why don't you take a walk in the dungeon once in a while?' I have suggested.

The map is in my head, but it could be a lot different to actually see it.

Besides, I haven't had enough exercise here lately.

All right, do you want to walk in the dungeon?

Starting tomorrow.

Good luck walking in the dungeon tomorrow!

Dungeon Production Diary Day 22

I spent some time asleep.

Dungeon Production Diary Day XXIII

I made a golem.

Journal of Dungeon Production Day XXIV

Una yelled at me.

Oh, starting tomorrow.

I'll take a proper walk in the dungeon tomorrow.

Journal of Dungeon Production Day XXVIII

Today Una, I took a walk in the dungeon with Torres.

Seeing a new dungeon was a good inspiration.

Oh, and Una and the others seem to be doing a lot of combat training with Ann.

You think Anne's winning streak on everything?

When did he get so strong?

Dungeon Production Diary Day XXIX

There was a fateful encounter this day.

* Only on this day, excerpt part of that day

Today is the first day an intruder has arrived in my dungeon.

is the first.

Very nervous.

I was wondering what kind of guy he would be?

No way, dude. I was pretty panicked because I never thought I'd find it sooner.

What should we do, hide?

What the hell kind of guy?

If that guy had the power of the White Feilong class, the Anns wouldn't lose, but they'd struggle pretty hard.

Ann's strength is number. The strength of the whole thing is not so great.

Even though the numbers are still coming, a king-class would not spare the struggle.

But I want you to work hard as a wall.

For me.

What are we gonna do?

When I thought so, Anne called in.

He really wants my opinion.

Whatever it was, I headed to the lower level where it appeared.

Of course, if it was the one that seemed to suck at first sight, I would have run away immediately.

But the moment I saw him, I was distracted.

Slime.

About the size of a balance ball.

Plumpy skin.

Crushed eyes.

Puffy, puffy.

I was distracted in an instant.

What is this cute creature?

There was a small animal there that combined all the healing that did not exist in this labyrinth.

No, it's not an animal.

Anyway, such a cute slime was purple trembling surrounded by soldier ants.

Cute.

Anyway, cute.

I knew it with Elibel's knowledge, but the real thing is this cute too?

Soldier ants say, "Parenthood, what are we gonna do about this guy? Do you want to kill him? 'I've said something that feels like it.

I answered immediately.

There's no way I'm gonna kill that!

I just took the slime home.

I got a new pet.

Dusted.

Slime Observation Diary Day Thirty

I just had Slime in my family.

Lovely.

I named him Plump.

Cute.

Plump Observation Diary Day 31

Plump cute.

Plump Observation Diary Day 32

I loved the puffiness with Tres.

Dust.

r y to the puffy observation

"And, Father! Dungeons have been totally irrelevant since along the way!!

Una pissed me off.

And then, for some reason, Ann stopped talking.

What? What?