Before me in the tunnel twists a tangled trap of terrible centipedes. Clearly though, these centipedes are of a new and different breed. Bodies of sleek shadow flesh, segmented armour that practically smokes with dark wisps of mana and gnashing mandibles that gleam to my mana sense. I mean. What the hell?! Why does the Dungeon love these stupid creatures …

I continue to heal Tiny every few minutes as we sit in the ruins of the lousy spider’s web. Every time I heal him, his health starts to trickle down again a few moments later. Does this poison never run out? What the heck is going with it?! If I had the power of resurrection then I’d bring that stupid …

The perils of the Dungeon are many. Physiological and psychological. There are many threats that seek to cause bodily harm. The monsters, naturally, are what most consider the deadliest things a person might encounter in the Dungeon, and I admit that the lay person may have the right of it in this instance. Ravenous beasts with a boundless ferocity and …

To my eyes, there is nothing wrong with the tunnel ahead. More of the coral-like plant fronds crop up, along with a few specimens of stabbing fronds, which I’ll provide my trademark service whenever I can. Visually, there’s nothing wrong, the scene is peaceful, idyllic. One might even venture to say picturesque. My mana sense, however, paints a very different …

[Remember why we came down here guys?] [To escape our responsibilities?] [No! Crinis, what the hell?!] [Sorry, Master! I- I thought you said -] [Never mind what I said! Those are things we keep between us. Special secrets that we never utter out loud.] [But we aren’t talking out loud?] [Besides the point! No, let’s focus on the other important …

Although cold and dark in extreme ways, it’ll be nice when the colony expands down to conquer this place. A new terrain, a new frontier that shall submit to the superior power of the ant. I feel a little guilty leaving the family behind, but things were a little weird there after my evolution. The whispers I was hearing, the …

Diggy-Diggy Dig! It’s digging time! My soul is soothed and my very being is suffused with peaceful serenity as I get busy chomping my way through the dirt and soil. The going is slower than I’d thought it would be, I’d underestimated the increased tunnel size required to fit my newfound bulk through. It really is quite discombobulating (is that …

The air tickles against my mana sense, a new sensation, like a pool of shadow lapping against my mind. There’s something else that’s off about this tunnel. It’s too… civilised. The usual crags and stony pillars that jut upwards or downwards are curiously absent. It’s almost as if someone had curated this section of tunnel to make it more palatable …

The second strata has for centuries been known as the place in which true danger begins. The first is considered the realm of the mercenary, the opportunist. Any party with a modicum of organisation and training should be able to eke out a living there. Farming for the smallest of cores and the petty materials that form at such low …

Of course there’s a dodge skill. It’s obvious that there would be one. It’s a classic skill! One of the very basics. Right up there with ‘charge’ and ‘hit’, there is always going to be dodge! I don’t remember seeing it in the menu when I  first checked the available skills, so it must have unlocked at some point. Perhaps …