"Well, you don't have a lot to store in it," she said. "A hundred gold frinths to get you started out. To buy yourself supplies from the nearest village. It's what all Dungeon Builders are given. You'll soon get loot from those who attack your dungeon."
"Attack my dungeon?" I glanced at her. "Why would I have a dungeon?"
"To protect me!" The Soul threw her arms wide. "Lord Leo, if your Void Crystal is destroyed, I die. And so do you."
A chill flooded down my spine.
"And Void Crystals are important. They gather mana from the Vein of Magic flowing through your dungeon. Right now, you are standing in the gushing current of magic."
She motioned to the Void Crystal constantly inhaling. "Observe. It's gathering it. Storing it for you to use. It can only hold a finite amount. I'm not that powerful yet. With it, you shape the environment in its sphere of influence. You can build your dungeon in the rocks around us. Design it. Populate it with traps and monsters."
"And what am I protecting you--us--from?"
"Lots of things. Other Dungeon Builders who will want the Void Crystal for themselves. Wandering monsters drawn to the accumulation of mana and wish to feast on it to grow more powerful. Heroes who will attack this place because it is sucking mana out of the Vein of Magic and wish to protect their people. Adventurers looking for loot and the thrill of plundering a dangerous dungeon. You must defend me against all of those."
"You must build a dungeon, Lord Leo!"
I glanced around at the wall. "This is crazy. I've gone insane."
"Have you?" moaned Lana Fulmine. "I mean, if you have, aren't the perks wonderful? You have me."
She rubbed her cheek against the tip of my dick. I groaned at the feeling of her touch on me. My balls ached from the tingling caress. My balls tightened. She was right. If this was insanity, it was amazing. Everything felt so real.
And I had Lana Fulmine.
"So there's no going back to my world?" I asked. "Or, I guess, there's a version of me that got struck by lightning and gets to live out my normal life."
"His boring life," said the Soul. "You get something better. Something exciting. Adventure. Power. Women. Monster girls you'll create to defend the dungeon. Glyph Servants like Lana Fulmine. You'll have a harem as you build your power."
"Fuck," I muttered, my dick throbbing. "A harem." I closed my eyes, thinking of my home. I had friends. Family. They flashed in my mind. I would never get to see them again. This pang shot through me even as this pleasure rushed down my shaft as Lana Fulmine kept rubbing her cheek against my dick.
"You'll build something amazing here," said the Soul. "So long as you protect me. Now, let's start with something small. Most Dungeon Builders keep their Vault"--she motioned to the room around us--"with their loot and their Void Crystal deep in their dungeons, but that's up to you.
However, to start with, why don't you make yourself a bedroom. Touch the Crystal and let your senses sink into it."
"Okay," I said. Why not? I was stuck in this small room. If I was in another world, or crazy, I might as well roll with this. See what I would discover. What delights there were to enjoy.
My hands again grabbed the Void Crystal. I gasped as I felt the gem. It was full of energy. But it wasn't at its max capacity. It was like a permanent amount of its energy was going out into something. It was sustaining...
The room I was in. The chest with the gold frinths. Lana Fulmine. The Crystal had to dedicate a portion of its power to it. But it could also be upgraded. It could contain more power, though I didn't know how to access it.
"Think about creating rooms," the Soul whispered. "Let your thoughts go to construction. The Void Crystal--me--is the embodiment of Creation. The Word that shapes all."
Words floated through my mind. An image appeared, like my thoughts were creating some way to interpret what I was sensing. It was almost like a video game menu. It had options. I could create a room, a hallway, add furniture, traps, doors, pillars, sconces, more.
All the building blocks to create a dungeon. The room I was in seemed to be a flat, two-dimensional space. A box fifteen feet by fifteen feet.
I wanted a bedroom. I pictured a large room. Square. Attached to this room via a door. I could feel how much energy it would take to create and maintain. I would have to balance it. There were limitations on how much I could build.
I had a point system restraining my actions.
In this bedroom, it needed a bed. Options floated through my mind. Something simple for one person. For two. Something grand with four posts and curtains around it with rich carving in the wood. A lot of power.