2: Take off!

There it was.

This was her power and her only way to stop people from… using her. If Francois was correct then people would see her as a rare treasure to be used or destroyed.

Delta would accept neither, lest she ended up back in the demon-child’s hands.

She had to live. She had to survive…

Delta hit the trap button. Maybe if she made her dungeon scary and dangerous, it might be left alone?

It wasn’t like people seriously risked their lives for some petty treasures or fights, right?

Delta was silent for a moment and felt a sob rise up. Of course, they would, she used to make all her adventures do it in her games. If goblins were here, that meant people who removed goblins were also a thing.

“François? Do dragons exist?” she asked quietly and the goblin nodded as if this was an odd question.

Hob spoke up.

“Big hill far away has big fire lizard. Heard mans talk about it with fear,” he added, happy to contribute.

Delta felt that little nugget of information settled into her stomach.

If dragons existed then so did unkillable, system-abusing, plot-protected heroes.

Delta looked at her list.

That was all she had. Delta had a little hole to stop dragon-slayers.

She banged open the monster menu.

Delta slid down the wall as the goblins panicked as the orb crackled with another scream.

She numbly opened the construct list.

Was this being handicapped? Was she being taunted with some unwinnable fate?

Delta stood and the orb stopped crackling.

The demon-child had made a mistake, Delta used this thought to rise up off the wall and walked forward.

He had put the girl that made a habit of taking terrible monster ranches, dying villages, space stations that had rust on them, and ruined kingdoms that were built upon Cthulhu land and leading to success.

Delta knew one thing and one thing only.

When there were terms such as a cost and regeneration of that said cost over time.

Then there were ways to utterly break the system.

Delta walked towards the entrance to her tunnel.

“Challenge accepted, ya little dick!” she shouted to the heavens and to the hells.

Where ever that demon-child was, she would find him and feed him to Delta’s dungeon floor. The meal was going to be wonderful.