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Chapter 12 - F-GRADE DUNGEON CORES

Jayson quickly went through the knowledge of dungeon core

According to the information he had in his head, he could only create F-grade dungeon cores which is the lowest grade

F-grade dungeon cores also known as Pseudocores do not require materials to make.

They can be made using pure energy and then inputing basic instructions into them. They are more like AIs as the consciousness controlling them are the most basic

It may sound simple but to make any dungeon core, one has to first have grandmasters level creation talents or be atleast a pseudo mind lord with basic level creation talents.

Jayson was lucky to already fulfil the first one as he is Yggdrasil.

Jayson continued going through all the data he had in his head concerning dungeon cores and he found our that F-grade dungeon cores are only able to use basic unintelligent animals like wolves, dogs, even rabbits etc as dungeon monsters

'This would be best used as resource dungeons, as anywhere they are placed, it'll provide the basic needs of food for the people around it' Jayson thought

He also found out that although it was a basic dungeon, it had the ability to grow to other grades of dungeons but it will need to absorb large amounts of energy from dungeon explorers

Also the meat of the animals found in the dungeon when eaten can increase the person's strength, Intelligence, speed, etc depending on the type of F-grade dungeon

For example eating wolve meat from one of the dungeons may increase the person's speed, etc

After Jayson was done going through all the data he had on dungeon cores, he seemed to have discovered something interesting but he decided to first go through the data he had on the Lunaids before he comes to a conclusion

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In a dark and quiet forest where animals could hardly be seen roaming

An old man and a kid could be seen sitting around a campfire they both wore animal hides and rabbit could be seen roasting on the fire

"Sorry my liege, this was all I could find" the old man said as he bowed his head to the boy while apologising

"No need for the formalities uncle Alfre, I'm no longer the Prince of the Alilirien Kingdom, I'm now just an homeless boy that's been hunted down by my father's right hand man" said the boy with more maturity than any ten year old would have

It's normal as the children of royalty in the kingdom began their training at a very young age as the kingdom prides itself in having capable leaders and rulers

"Don't worry my liege, I don't think they will be able to locate us here, even I do not know the way back to the kingdom" the man said a little sheepishly as he had been a little desperate when he ran away with the little Prince

He had ran into the place he considered most secure, as he knew that even if he decided to run towards one of the nearest kingdoms, the traitors would have caught up with them on the way

Even if the traitors didn't catch up to them, who was to say that the kingdom they ran to wouldn't offer their heads to the traitors for a sizable reward

"Can I ask you a question Uncle Alfre?"

"Go ahead my liege"

"Why didn't you betray the king like the others did, why did you choose to escape with me" He asked a little childishly

"The reason for that lies in a story that is long in the telling and longer in the hearing of it  *chuckle* " the man said while laughing at his little joke until he turned around and met eyes with the Prince

" *cough* as I was saying, there was once a man, he was lost and needed someone to help him find his way, but nobody turned to help as they had all given up on him" he said as he saw thatnthe Prince was paying very close attention to the story

It couldn't be helped as no matter how intelligent he was, he was still just a kid and he was still interested in childish things like story telling

"Isn't that too mean, he had only lost his way, why isn't anyone helping him" the kid said childishly

"Do not blame them my liege, you see this man was by no means a good man, he was a drunkard and a  gambler he had thrown away all his wealth and when his most precious treasure, his wife fell ill, there was no money to call a physician so she died and he took to drowning himself in cheap alcohol and continued in his fooly" the man said with a sigh as a tear rolled down his eye