It was better than what Chuck expected. The dungeon was completely empty, but it was bigger than what he anticipated.
It was only a single area, but the room was 20 feet wide, 100 feet long and had 15-foot ceilings.
On one end of the passage was the entrance to the core room. One the other, was the exit to the dungeon.
After making sure it was truly empty, Chuck opened the dungeon tab in his interface and selected the Small immortal kitchen.
Soon he saw a transparent projection of the facility that could be created. He placed it as close to the core room as possible and then confirmed his selection.
[Small immortal kitchen +Preservation and storage area is being provided without charge]
In a flash. A kitchen appeared. It stretched across the twenty-foot gap and went out thirty feet. Chuck eagerly rushed inside. He found two large refrigerators and a walk-in pantry on the side wall. Both of them could greatly extend the life span of food. He found a three-compartment wash sink. Turning on the tap, he actually had hot and cold water. There was a long metal table in the center of the kitchen and a second one next to the sink for prepping ingredients. On one of the side walls sat two large ovens. One for cooking and the other for baking large amounts of bread. On the long stretch of the kitchen towards the undeveloped dungeon was eight gas burners and a five-foot-wide hot iron cook top.
Above the cooking stations was a cut out in the kitchen with a countertop. On the opposite side was 8 stools. He opened the various cabinets in the kitchen and found all sorts of dishware and utensils along with pots, pan, measuring devices and many other tools that were needed in the kitchen.
With the knowledge he gained from 'The Way of the Immortal Chef' he knew how to use each and everything inside the kitchen. All he needed now was ingredients. Or rather, he needed Dungeon Points to buy those top tier ingredients.
Wild ideas were already passing through Chuck's mind. What if he could turn his dungeon into a grand restaurant. Powerful creatures would give him DP just for being here while he could also charge DP for providing wonderful meals.
But he quickly calmed himself down. If he didn't have enough strength to protect himself and his dungeon. Someone may abduct him and force him back to their own dungeon to be their personal chef. He would have to take things step by step.
He was concerned about his survival, but not as much as he was when he was just a Fry Cook. The Way of the Immortal Chef gave him a lot of knowledge relating to food and beverages. And one of those just happened to be the skill of Butchering. He had the knowledge of how to efficiently kill all sorts of creatures and then harvest the most delectable bits from them. Hopefully he could use this to help protect himself until his stats were so high that he could ignore everything.
Chuck left his kitchen and headed towards the other end of the dungeon where a set of double doors that reached towards the ceiling stood. He took a deep breath before he pulled open the door a bit and peaked outside.
A blue sky filled with clouds rested above him. A gentle spring breeze drifted through the door. He looked left and then right before taking a step out. He found himself near the bottom of a large stone mountain that pierced through the clouds.
He saw grasslands 200 feet below him and a forest that wasn't too far away. He closed the door behind him and saw a faint silver energy covering the doors to his dungeon.
'This must be the beginner protection.'
Chuck stood there for several minutes while he inspected his surroundings. The waist high grass moved with the wind making it look like gentle waves on the surface of the ocean.
Near the base of the mountain, he spotted a small area in the grass that appeared to be flattened. But because the grass was too tall, he couldn't see what was in the area.
There was already a path near his dungeon. It led both up and down the mountain. He surmised that there were likely to be other dungeons further up. For now, he decided to head downwards.
He carefully traversed the path while keeping his vigilance up. He was sure that there were other creatures in different dungeons. And since others would be able to eventually enter his dungeon, it was reasonable to expect there to be creatures out here in the wild.
He was still safe and sound by the time he reached the bottom of the mountain.
Chuck carefully entered the tall grass and moved towards the place he spotted earlier. He moved much slower than when he was coming down the path. The grass had too much potential to hide dangers. Half an hour later, he found the flat area.
There were stone stairs that led to a set of large double doors that were underground. It was a dungeon. But this dungeon wasn't covered in a faint silver light. Chuck presumed that this dungeon didn't belong to one of the humans that came from earth.
He also noticed that there were two small stars on the door. He recalled that his own dungeon only had a single star on it. Perhaps these small stars equaled the dungeon level.
To advance a level 1 dungeon to level 2. The owner needed to spend 200 DP.
Chuck considered his options. He could continue through the wilds and hope to encounter weak creatures that he may be able to defeat to level up. But he might also encounter something that could destroy him in a single blow. His next option was to go searching for a level one dungeon. But who knew if he could find one? And his last option was to give this level 2 dungeon a try.
'If worst comes to worst, I can just flee… hopefully.' He thought before making up his mind.
Chuck put his hand on the handle of his knife and pushed open the door.
He entered into a dark room.
'Fuck.' Chuck cursed to himself. Before his kitchen was installed, he was able to see inside his dungeon even though there was no light. But it seemed like that was a perk of being the dungeon's master because in here he could see a faint fire burning in the distance. Everything else was just darkness.
Chuck stood as still as a statue. He could faintly hear snores coming from the other end of the long room. Aside from that he could hear a soft shuffling and quiet squeaks. Since there was a bit of light at the other end of the long room, Chuck decided to wait.
He stood without moving for half and hour. His legs were beginning to ache, but his eyes gradually adjusted to the dim light. Up ahead, he could see several small figures scurrying around.
Near the fire, he could see something the size of a child sleeping under many old and dirty rags.