Chapter 124: First level three war

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: First level three war

Thanks SinEater for the golden ticket.

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Aramide rose, letting him see her full figure in daylight. His gaze traveled over her curves without shame. She noticed and grinned. "If your eyes had fire, I’d be burnt to ashes."

He only smiled and looked away. She walked over, took his hand, and pressed it to her bare breast. "This body is yours. If you want it, take it."

"You have an ache," he reminded her.

"Between my thighs," she answered, eyes bright.

Tolu guided her down to her knees. He held her head and pushed his cock past her lips, sliding deep into her throat in one steady thrust. Aramide relaxed, letting him fuck her mouth with long, deliberate strokes. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits while he used her throat. He looked down and saw a shiny puddle spreading between her knees; she was dripping onto the floor. He kept thrusting until his balls tightened and he pumped thick ropes of cum straight down her throat. She swallowed every drop, throat working around him.

When he pulled out, she licked her lips and stood on shaky legs. They dressed in silence, the air still thick with sex. Aramide smoothed her skirt, then met his eyes. "I know you’ll reach high places and you won’t have just one partner. I’ll be happy as long as I have a special place in your heart."

He smiled. "After last night, it’d be a wonder if you didn’t."

She took his hand and shoved it under her skirt, pressing his fingers against her soaked pussy. "No matter where we are, if you want it, take it. Don’t ask. It’s yours." He nodded. She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "It’ll make me really horny if you finger me in public."

Blood rushed to his cock again. He spun her around, bent her over the bed, and shoved his dick back into her throat for another round, fucking her mouth until she gagged and drooled fresh spit onto the sheets while her thighs trembled and another wet spot grew beneath her.

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The Beginning of War

The moment Tolu returned to his room, he closed the door and checked that no one was nearby.

He had spent the morning celebrating his victory with Kenny and Aramide. The food had been good, the conversation enjoyable, and for a few hours, he had allowed himself to forget about cultivation, dungeon wars, and the endless list of things he needed to accomplish.

But the celebration was over.

There was work to do.

Tolu sat on the edge of his bed, closed his eyes, and reached inward.

Heart.

Yes, my Lord.

I’m ready to initiate another war.

The response came without hesitation.

Your dungeon is prepared. Your creatures have recovered, and your energy reserves are sufficient to begin.

Tolu exhaled slowly.

His dungeon had reached Level Three. That alone had changed the scale of what he could accomplish, but he couldn’t afford to become complacent. The resources from his previous wars had helped him establish his business and strengthen his dungeon. If he wanted to continue growing, he needed more.

And there was still the matter of finding an Egbere capable of forging his Atelewo hammer.

He had five pieces of the rare metal waiting for him. Wasting their potential on an ordinary weapon would be foolish.

Show me the available targets.

Information flowed into his mind.

Tolu studied the options, examining the strength of each dungeon, its estimated creature population, and the potential rewards. He wasn’t interested in picking a fight simply because he could. A war that cost him too many creatures for a handful of mediocre resources would be a poor investment.

Then one target caught his attention.

A Level Three dungeon.

Its territory was extensive, with a dense network of tunnels running beneath its surface. The available information suggested a substantial population of creatures, though their precise numbers were uncertain. There were also indications of unusually organized activity within the dungeon.

Tolu frowned.

Organized?

The dungeon’s creatures display a degree of coordination beyond what I would expect from ordinary beasts, the Heart explained. Their movements suggest a colony structure.

What kind of creatures?

The information available to me is incomplete. You will need to observe them directly.

Tolu leaned back slightly.

A colony. A large population. Underground tunnels.

It sounded troublesome.

It also sounded potentially valuable.

We’ll find out soon enough.

He stood, gathered his equipment, and secured his hammer. The familiar weight settled against his back, its metal head catching a faint glimmer of light.

Initiate the war.

The dungeon responded.

Far beneath the earth, the Solace Tree’s roots shifted through the soil, drawing upon the energy stored within the dungeon. The Dungeon Heart pulsed, and the network of passages surrounding it seemed to awaken.

Tolu felt the connection strengthen.

For a brief moment, the world around him became distant. His room, the manor, the capital beyond its walls—all of it faded behind the familiar presence of his dungeon.

Then he disappeared.

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Tolu emerged inside his dungeon.

The air was cool and carried the earthy scent of stone and damp soil. The Solace Tree stood near the Dungeon Heart, its pale trunk rising several metres into the air. Green leaves stirred despite the absence of wind, and its roots spread through the ground beneath his feet.

He paused only long enough to orient himself.

The dungeon felt different when he was physically present. He could sense the creatures moving through their territories, the energy circulating through the earth, and the quiet tension that preceded a battle.

Status.

Your available combat forces are assembled, the Heart replied. Gravemantle is ready. The remaining creatures are awaiting your command.

Tolu reached outward through his connection to the dungeon.

He felt Gravemantle first.

The beast’s presence was heavy and steady, like a boulder resting deep beneath the earth. It was not the largest creature imaginable, but its strength was considerable. Its thick brown-gray hide and naturally hardened earthen plates made it a formidable opponent in direct combat.

Other creatures gathered behind it.

Some were larger and stronger than others, but all were connected to the same authority.

His authority. 𝐟𝒓ℯⅇ

Tolu walked toward the gathering, his boots scraping against the stone floor. The creatures turned as he approached. Some lowered their heads; others shifted impatiently, ready to move.

He stopped in front of Gravemantle and placed a hand against its broad head.

"Today, we take something worth keeping."

The beast released a deep rumble.

Tolu’s mouth curved slightly.

"Let’s go."

The Heart opened the route.

The dungeon’s energy gathered around Tolu, and the passage leading toward the war’s entrance began to glow faintly. Beyond it lay the contested territory, another Dungeon Lord’s domain, and whatever awaited them within.

Tolu tightened his grip on his hammer.

He had fought in the arena for recognition. He had fought bandits to survive. He had fought to protect himself and the people who mattered to him.

This was different.

Here, he was not simply another cultivator entering a dangerous place.

He was a Dungeon Lord leading his own forces into battle.

And he intended to win.

"Move!"

Gravemantle surged forward.

The other creatures followed, and Tolu charged with them, hammer secured against his back as the army swept through the opening.

The war had begun.

The moment Tolu crossed the entrance, the world changed.

The familiar stone passages of his own dungeon vanished behind him, replaced by an expanse of rugged earth beneath a dim, grey sky. Uneven hills stretched across the horizon, broken by clusters of dark trees and enormous boulders. Patches of coarse grass clung to the ground, while shallow ravines cut through the terrain like old scars.

There was no sun, yet the entire floor remained visible beneath a dull, directionless light.

Tolu stood at the front of his forces, his hammer resting against his shoulder.

Behind him, his creatures emerged through the war entrance in a steady stream. Some were small and quick, others heavy enough to leave shallow impressions in the earth with every step. Gravemantle stood near the front, its broad head turning as it surveyed the unfamiliar territory.

Tolu reached out with his dungeon authority.

The first floor spread before him.

He could feel the energy in the ground, sense the movements of his own creatures, and faintly perceive the hostile presence of the opposing Dungeon Lord. The connection was imperfect. This wasn’t his territory, and the enemy’s authority interfered with his ability to observe everything at once.

Still, he had enough information to begin.

"Heart, give me the general layout."

The first floor consists primarily of open terrain, scattered woodland, and several shallow underground passages. Hostile creatures are concentrated around the central hills and the northern ravines. There are additional signs of movement beyond the visible terrain.

"Any major threats?"

Nothing that should prevent your forces from advancing, provided you remain attentive.

Tolu nodded.

He looked at Gravemantle.

"You’re with me at the front. The faster creatures will move along our flanks. I don’t want anything slipping behind us."

The beast released a low rumble.

Tolu turned toward the rest of his army.

"Stay together. Don’t chase anything that runs away, and don’t waste energy on creatures that aren’t a threat. We clear the floor, collect what we can, and move deeper."

He raised his hammer.

"Advance!"

His army surged forward.

The first enemies appeared less than ten minutes later.

They emerged from behind the boulders in a pack of lean, wolf-like creatures. Their bodies were covered in rough grey fur, and their long jaws revealed rows of uneven teeth. Several were already crouching to leap, while others spread out across the grass, attempting to surround the approaching army.