Trespassers Killed: 5

Human: 5 = 50 DP, 45 EXP (invalidated) each

DP: 1095

I glared at the holographic screen showcasing the group of soldiers preparing to enter my Dungeon with hostile intents. In case you’re wondering, my DP was reduced because I bought four more additional rooms, and expanded the Forest Area using those four rooms. Currently, the Forest area can spawn 30 mobs, with most of them being primates.

I also decked them out with weapons I crafted while in my downtime, and as a result, I leveled up my [Blacksmithing] skill again.

[Blacksmithing] lv 3 -> 4

From that level up, I was able to notice an increase in quality to my weapons. Now I just need the right materials to create armor, then I can say hello to a primate army.

Leather is a must…

Anyway, I compared my weapons with the mass-produced swords and shields the soldiers used. They were equal in quality, but more worn than mine, so I made a decision to reuse these swords as new materials for when I craft in the future.

“Still no signs of movement.” I hummed in thought. They killed the human couple for what reason? Did they think that it would get a rise out of me? Well, it did, but I’m not stupid enough to ignore my home territory advantage against what I could see a trained army of soldiers numbering in the dozens.

Still, what a waste of human life. I may not care about them too much, but they were still living people. You don’t just waste them.

Manpower is especially important in times like these. Shit, maybe I should’ve captured some soldiers so I could interrogate them, or even persuade them to join my Dungeon.

I could always use an extra meat shield, or a DP factory.

I change my view from the entrance to the wooden fortress inside my Dungeon. All in all, it was pretty decent. The log walls were definitely taller than the humans, since they also towered the orcs. They used vines as a makeshift rope to open and close the wooden gate they made, all knowledge provided by the orcs, lizardman, and goblins.

They may be monsters, but they are hella useful. If it were just me and my monkey boys, I don’t think we would’ve been able to construct that kind of building in under a week.

The orcs were situated just behind the gate. Their massive, full-iron clubs rested on their shoulders as they discussed something, which I had no intention of listening to. The lizardman was content leaning on the side of a wall, his flimsy katana that he brought with him hanging from his waist.

Once I get the proper knowledge of how to upgrade that kind of weapon, as well as the materials, I’ll ask the lizardman if he wants me to upgrade it to make it better for usage.

I spotted the new goblins mingling with the old ones. How do I know? Simple, I bought paint and had the primates paint on the bodies of the new goblins.

If I get some human or demi-human residents here in the Dungeon, I fully expect them to co-exist without any trouble, because if they don’t… Well, let’s just say that their boss has a mean temper.

By the way, I’m not doing this because I care about humans, no. I will be doing that because, one, it acts as a source of DP income for me, and two, I get manpower as long as I supply their needs.

I switched the feeds again to check up on the filthy human soldiers still parking around the entrance of my Dungeon. I’ve been waiting for an hour now for their move, and once I saw a pair of Hunters arrive and discuss some things which I wasn’t able to hear because audio won’t pick up from outside the Dungeon, did I know that they were about to make their move.

“Well then, it seems like they’re moving,” I stood up, lifting Domino out of my lap and onto the ground, causing her to pout. “Domino, alert the chimps in the poison swamp area. Tell them to get ready for round 2.”

The expressionless girl promptly opened the Dungeon Menu and began relaying instructions via voice commands.

“I’ll be joining with the others in the fortress.” Once I said those words, however, Domino’s eyes widened in shock and whipped her gaze towards mine, a pleading expression on her normally stoic face.

“No… Stay here…” Domino ran up to me and hugged my thick arm. “Safe here… Papa must not die…”

We stood there in silence as I contemplated the words of my… adopted little sister… I smiled serenely as I patted her head once more, this time, her opting not to lean into my hand and instead hug my arm tighter.

“It’s alright, Domino,” she looked up to see me smile. “I’ll just stay at the back and join if the defenders and mobs can’t handle it.”

Domino gazed into my eyes for a few seconds before hesitatingly letting go of my arm.

“… Fine…” Domino pouted cutely, but I could tell she was worried about my well-being. I patted her head once more and left for the fortress, creating a passageway that directly leads into the inside of the wooden walls.

I trekked on in silence, the damp, moist ground my only companion. I travelled for about a few minutes before entering the wooden fortress. I saw the various monsters preparing themselves for a fight against a number of humans greater than ours. That said, we are stronger than the average human, plus, we have the home advantage, so all in all, not a bad spot.

I spotted the primates monkeying around, either grooming each other, communicating with hand signs, talking, and sometimes whacking each other on the heads… Weird…

As I made myself known, all of the monsters within the area quieted down and stationed themselves accordingly.

Hehe, looks like the discipline training is starting to gain effect.

“Papa… Humans are entering…”

Well then… It looks like I’ll get to bash in a couple of filthy human heads once they reach the Forest area.