Vampire Cultivation System in a Hidden World of Monsters

"When?" I said.

"He's leaving it up to you. At your earliest convenience or some such nonsense," Maven said. Experience tales at empire

"That's good. I have a lot of plans in the works and that will have to wait," I said.

We all got on the freight elevator and went back up into the Dragon Sect warehouse. I was greeted by the sight of all the many crates of gold held in the warehouse.

I turned to Maven and said, "What would you say if I took all the gold?"

"I'd say good for you. I'm done with the Dragon Sect. They left me to die so I have no loyalty to them anymore," Maven said.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear," I said.

I told Midas to swallow all the crates and he did. It took him a few minutes but he was surprisingly quick about it. To the security cameras it probably just looked like the crates were disappearing.

A security guard ran out into the center of the warehouse and said, "What happened to all the crates?"

"I don't know. They just kind of disappeared," I said.

We left the Dragon Sect warehouse. We didn't really have a headquarters anymore, so I wasn't sure where to go other than back to the Bella Luna Cucina. But I didn't want to burden Marco any further than we already had.

Ultimately, I decided to burden a new group of people, the Channel Four News. The location of their studio was publicly available online, so I looked them up and we went over there.

I pressed the intercom button and someone answered, "Yes?"

"I have some very important things to broadcast that will save a lot of lives. And before you ignore me and go away, let me show you I'm not just a nutjob," I said.

I put my hand out in from of the camera built into the video intercom machine and made spikes of blood burst out of my hand. Then the spikes separated from my hand and formed into ninja stars, or shuriken, that spun and danced around my hand.

"That's very impressive, but how do we know if you're going to hurt us with that when we let you in?" The voice said.

"You can let me in or I can force my way in. And with the impressive things I showed you, it won't be hard for me to do so. One involves property damage and a lack of future security because you won't have a door anymore. I'll pay you back for the damage, but with all the monsters around I can't imagine it'll get repaired soon," I said.

The intercom button beeped and the door unlocked. Me and my whole entourage walked into the studio. Luckily it was a fairly large space. It had a huge lobby space before you reached the actual filming studio areas.

Someone who seemed like an administrative assistant greeted me in the lobby and said, "Hi, I'm Sarah. What are you trying to broadcast that's so important you had to threaten to break down our doors?" She said it in a cheerful energetic administrative assistant sort of way, rather than an angry or irritated way.

"So, my name is Dylan Sanguis or Calabrese, whichever you prefer, and I have a solution for the dungeon break problem," I said.

"Really? What would that be?" Sarah said, still hesitant that this would turn into anything fruitful for the news station.

"We might want to sit down. It's going to take a while to explain," I said.

"Ok, we can sit right over here," she said gesturing to a part of the lobby with chairs and couches.

We sat down and I talked. I explained everything. I explained the portal dungeons, the monster sects, the game system in the dungeons, and the tools I would replicate to allow people to challenge and lock the dungeons so we don't have any issues like this ever again.

Normally I wouldn't explain the monster sects to keep them hidden and safe from humans, but because a lot of the portals were directly within monster territories, humans would encounter the monster sects anyways.

I would much rather have the humans know that these monsters are friendly and won't attack them as long as they explain their purpose there. That said, we would need to send a similar message to the monster sects warning them of the humans sent to help lock the portals.

I told Maven to send a message to Florick to spread this news amongst all the monster sects that had control over portals, as well as the ones that didn't, just in case.

I explained that I would arm potential dungeoneers with all the tools they would need to tackle these portal dungeons except basic weapons. They would need to bring their own weapons.

I made sure to cover how to modify the difficulty settings of the dungeons for dungeoneers in case they wanted to start easy and work their way up or just stay easy.

At the end of the explanation, Sarah looked exhausted, but she kept a cheery smile on her face and a cheery attitude. She told me she would write up a report of everything I told her and send it to the producers as fast as possible so they could start working it into the news broadcast.

Now, it was my job to make dungeoneer tools that people would need. These consisted of the dungeon key, the portal compass, and the dungeon glasses.

Normally, I wouldn't have considered stealing all the gold in the dragon sect warehouse, but Maven had informed me beforehand that there were dozens of similar warehouses that held the dragons' hoard.

Dragons were the largest owners of gold and diamonds in the world. So while stealing one warehouse of gold would massively increase my coffers—by $5,500,000,000 to be exact—it would barely make a dent in the overall wealth of the dragon sect.

The dragon sect had finances in the trillions of dollars. $5,500,000,000 stolen would royally piss them off, but it wouldn't cause them any lasting harm.

Another consideration for stealing the gold was the way that the Replicator of Equivalent Exchange functioned. I needed to exchange equivalently valued items in order to replicate the dungeoneer tools and I could only imagine those tools would be expensive to replicate.

That was why I needed an additional 5.5 billion dollars on top of what I already had available to me. So I began replicating the tools while Sarah worked on her report on a laptop, 10 feet from me.