Chapter 1

I had so many plans, so many goals, so many things that I needed doing, so of course the world threw one more problem at me.

Things never remained calm when you were a dungeon builder. I’d been summoned from my world to a fantasy world, given powers, the ability to recruit monster girls, and told to survive as everyone in this new lands wanted me dead.

Why did they want me dead?

I was an interloper. A dungeon builder. I kept monster girls and siphoned off mana veins. Because for thousands of years, this world had been inflicted by invaders. Many of whom turned into tyrants. They conquered. Subdued. Butchered.

If they survived long enough. Adventurers abounded, full of righteous fury to slay us. They would break into our dungeons and disable our traps, fight our monster girls, and work deeper and deeper until they faced us at the end. The final boss. If they won, we were dead along with all who served us. Our Void Crystal, the nexus of our power, would be destroyed. The Soul of the Void that we were charged with protecting would be lost.

And if it wasn’t adventurers who got us, it was our fellow dungeon builders who were after our power. Our glyphs. There were twelve of them, and the easiest way to get them and get access to more monster girls and spells was to find another dungeon builder and raid their lands. To kill them.

It was how I had gotten most of my glyphs.

But there were other ways to gain them. Those were the ways I wanted. I had two more glyphs to go, Thunder and Wind. I would love to never kill another dungeon builder—to never kill—but I knew that this world wouldn’t give me the option.

But I was working to change that. I was working to be accepted.

I am Leo Baldwin, and I would change this world. I would make it so dungeon builders and the original races of humans, elves, dwarves, and halflings lived in harmony with my kind. This was the only way forward. The only choice I had was to avoid becoming a tyrant like Fuegin.

I rubbed at my back. I was still exhausted from the stress of dealing with Anguin the Dark Saint, the reborn father of my paladin. A great hero twisted into a monster by the Lord and Lady of Darkness, two of the gods of this world. They had unleashed him on not just my dungeon, but the nearby village of Astovin.

Anguin’s home village. He was considered a hero here.

And he had killed many. The damage was still being fixed. The dead needing to be buried.

I looked around Astovin. It was so poor by the standards I was used to. Wooden homes many with thatch roofs. Few roads were paved with cobblestone. Most were hard-packed dirt. The women wore dresses with long sleeves and skirts. The men wore pants held up by suspenders and baggy shirts. No zippers. No tight-fitting clothes. Simple stuff they had to make themselves.

They all smiled at me. They all bowed their heads to me. They weren’t afraid of me.

“Good day, Lord Leo,” said a farmer, a big smile on his weathered face.

I nodded to him. I didn’t know most of their names. But they served me. They had sworn themselves to me. I don’t know if that had ever happened. They had feared me when I first arrived. Then tolerated me, treating me more as a conquering lord they were forced to serve despite my protests to the contrary.

But I had fought and bled for them several times. I defended them.

And if there were new dungeon builders in the area, then they were a threat that I would have to deal with to protect my people.

I didn’t know how many dungeon builders there were in the world. How fast they arrived. When I appeared, there were two others in the area, all who seemed fairly new, like me. I had to kill them both. One attacked me and the other...

The other had kidnapped the girls from this village to breed them and make an army of his own sons. To get around the limitations of how many monster girls he could have. It was a sick plan, so vile that I had charged into his dungeon and gladly killed him.

“Good day, Lord Leo,” said a woman. She curtsied, a babe in a sling about her neck.

“Good day, ma’am,” I said, returning a polite nod of my head.

What did she think of that? Was I doing it right? I didn’t know how to be a lord.

“You look awkward, big bro,” said Garnet. She was my little sister. The second companion I had brought to this world. Like all my monster girls, she went around naked, wearing only a pair of black thigh-high boots I had given her. A petite girl with her black hair in pigtails, she had red, leathery wings and a thin tail caped by a spade-like tip. The classic demon-girl look, complete with horns peeking out of her hair. “You should be more regal.”

“Oh, I should?” I asked as she pranced along beside me. “Like you?”

“I am always regal!” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “Kweh, heh, heh, I am your cute and adorable succubus. By definition, I am always regal.”

“Even when you’re skipping around like a five-year-old girl?” I asked.

She puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. She had watched too much Anime. I think it had rotted her brain. But she was fun. “Don’t pick on me, big bro. I won’t suck your cock.”

“If I asked you to suck my cock right now, you would be on your knees blowing me,” I said.

My little sister’s wings fluttered. “Do you need me to suck your cock, Lord Leo? Show these village women how they have to serve you.”

“None of them have to suck my cock,” I said, my cheeks burning. “Just because they’ve sworn to me doesn’t mean they have to be my lovers. I have enough monster girls for that.”

“Mmm, there’s a few of them that want to suck your cock, big bro.” She gave me a sly look. “Like that girl Halia recruited for her adventurer party.”

Halia, my paladin and the first person from this world to serve me, had the idea of putting together my own adventurers squad. They would go out and attack the dungeons of those who were a threat. They would be extensions of my desire to foster cooperation with the people of this world and us dungeon builders.

If we could show that we weren’t all power-mad monsters, that would go a long way. The ones who were violent, who committed atrocities, had to be stopped. I understood how it happened. This world was hostile to us.

The stress of being attacked, the fear of nearly dying, and the necessity of having to take another life not only to protect you but your monster girls warped you. Back in my world, where I was a high school student, I had never thought I could hurt anyone. I had never been in a real fight. Never wielded a weapon.

I didn’t think myself capable of killing.

I was so wrong. And the more you did it, the more the anger festered in you. This resentment that grew in you that the Incarnation had summoned you to this world and begged you to protect her. And did she give me much to go on? Nope.

We were plunged blind into this world.

Sink or swim.

“So, what are you going to do about this new dungeon builder?” asked Garnet as she pranced around me.

“Isn’t that the question,” I muttered.

“I’m curious myself, Leo,” Maya said. My undine, and best friend, pressed off from the wall. She looked just like the Maya I had known all my life. My childhood friend. The girl next door. The freckled-faced brunette was now made entirely of rippling water. The various shades captured all her features, her hair just as curly.

Even her freckles.

She was naked now, her round breasts not just jiggling but rippling with small waves that washed over her liquid body. You could see through her, thought it was distorted. She was made entirely of water and yet she could feel things.

Magic at work.

She took my left arm leaned against me. I felt her warmth through my gray robe. I dressed like a wizard. It was my first instinct when I came here, and I didn’t see the need to change it. I liked that she was here.

I liked that all my monster girls were here.

“I don’t know,” I muttered. “I have a lot to do. I need to figure out how to protect this village. Just putting walls around it isn’t enough.” That was one of the things I would do.

“Your golems are patrolling the outside,” Maya pointed out.

With a magic ritual, I had created three metal guardians that patrolled the outskirts. They were my first attempt to protect these people. And had been utterly useless when Anguin had appeared in the middle of the village and started killing them.