Chapter 442: Strategizing
He swiped the window aside and brought up the 3D dungeon map. The interface now showed a glowing, semi-transparent model of his domain, displaying the twisting abyssal tunnels, the magma pools, and the newly carved maze of molten burrows below. Tiny red dots marked his creatures’ current positions.
Melty and her kin swam lazily through their domain. Their glowing trails lit up the map, looking a whole lot like fireflies drifting through hell. It looked incredible, perhaps even artistic in a way. But even as Kaiden admired it, a more practical problem clawed at his thoughts.
He now needed to make the second path that led out of the safe zone. However, there was a giant problem.
This place was supposed to be home. His fortress, his sanctuary, the vault that would protect his family and everything precious to him. It was more defensible than any "safe zone" the government could ever provide, especially because they were prone to corruption and also spied on him freely.
He agreed to live inside the bunker because he needed protection, but he was well aware that the government was not doing charity; they were harvesting as much data on him and his girls as possible.
Now, however, it might’ve been time to move.
But that very fact now worked against him.
If he made the next path as brutal as the first, even he wouldn’t be able to traverse it safely. Neither would his girls. They’d be trapped at the entrance, in the safe zone, unable to reach deeper into their own base. That would make the entire dungeon meaningless.
His gaze flicked back to the map, searching for a workaround. "Alright, system. What happens to people who were already here before I started creating all this? The Nova Circuit members, for example. They were still inside when I took Calypso’s throne. What if I don’t recreate the dungeon as it used to be? Will they just fall into the endless abyss?"
Indeed, right now, only two km² were occupied inside the immensely giant abyss of the dungeon. The rest was not in use. However, Calypso’s dungeon was much bigger. The throne he sat upon to inherit the domain was much further in.
Would he have to put landscapes there to save them from falling?
The interface pulsed, and a message appeared: