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My helmet opened up just enough to shove in another mouthful of red pills. I could feel the power shoot through me, and I was raring to go. But, if the dungeon thought its favorite OC could stop me, then it had another thing coming.

"Do you like being used like?" Or he wanted to talk. But he had a high earth core in his body; there was no way I wasn't gunning for it. It was the next step in my cultivation. Once I had it, only metal and water were needed to complete the set. After that, I could reach the next realm of cultivation.

"Are you any different? If she's using them, I'm using her just as much. Why should I listen to anything you have to say? You're just a memory of a human." I said.

"They took my body, my soul, and my freedom. We are the same, or do you think you're special because you have powers. I have a thousand eyes and monsters of my own design scouting worldwide. Do you think love dolls, zombies, and ghosts are my limits? I specialize in undeath because I will always come back. Even if you destroy this body, it won't matter. You'll receive your drop and be no closer to damaging me." The zombie said.

I opened my mouth to say I was the one using everyone. But, even as they used me, I drew ever closer to ascending to a new realm of cultivation. Once I reached that state, my battle form's costs won't matter. All my power will be at my fingertips.

My helmet hid my smile from the zombie. The formations lit up around my armor as it bled off the excess energy my aura unleashed. I felt the bleed-off from my technique and realized that I had to work on another thing. A large amount of my qi was wasted when I used the human foundation technique. A technique I recently gained from a vampire who made me call her Teacher.

She looked like an October fest party girl more than a vampire, but she knew her stuff. If she wasn't completely unstoppable, I would have taken her back to the saferoom where Kale and the others are hiding. Fucking her under the world spirit's gaze would fuel the saferoom enough to heal them if I wasn't worried about Teacher killing them.

"You are the one who has their souls and freedom now. Dani didn't look free. Is she still alive, or have you processed her into another boss?" I asked.

"Dani is my closest friend and my muse. She has helped me recreate this place and go further than any other dungeon could have. It's thanks to her that I'm so close to... You have me monologuing, you son of a bitch. Sorry, but if you want to know my secret plan, you'll have to join me or come see yourself. But if you can't beat that vampire, you won't make it past the next floor." The dungeon taunted.

I shook my head. "Oh, you're talking smack now. Alright, I think this muscle-bound zombie is a fraud. I smell a pussy underneath." I said.

The zombie snorted and pulled down its pants to show baby smooth skin.

"It's like a fucking Ken doll. Does that make you non-binary?" I said.

"Screw you, pal; I tried to be reasonable."

"You crippled Kale and brained Vraley. Those are my girls you beat up; you'll be lucky if I don't break you for it." I growled.

When the zombie moved to pick up its pants, I kicked it in the chest. Whipped out my knife and aimed for the chest. My blade sunk in halfway, spewing sparks as it tore into the zombie. The damn thing healed faster than I could cut through it.

"Look who's grown attached." The zombie said.

A blow to my head activated locks in the suit that shifted the blow's force to its frame. What damage had been done would heal in time. Living wooden armor was funny that way. So long as it had fuel to feed its growth and recovery, a bit of damage to my suit's frame wouldn't do much.

I lashed out with a blow of my own, using gravity to my advantage, throwing the zombie back down on its back. Then, I pulled out a spear from my inventory and threw my weight behind it to pin the zombie into place.

The zombie lunged for my leg and yanked hard. My armor tore, and my tibiofemoral joint snapped like a wet twig. Parts of it broke while some held on while the joint tore. I screamed bloody murder as adrenaline pumped through my body; the spear was still in my hand. As I fell, I pressed the tip of my spear against the zombie's chest, but it didn't budge an inch.

Pain, adrenaline, and red pills were shooting through my system, and I had a crazy idea. Initially, I planned to use the rotating serrated blades technique on the tip of my spear to break through the zombie's limb defenses and pin the thing down. That didn't work.

I had a plan B, but it wasn't a good one. My addled mind couldn't develop some miraculous new way to use qi. Rotating serrated blades were the peak of my cutting proficiency. There was another option. Instead of making a bunch of rotating blades, I made one really sharp point of qi and fired it in a fucking wave.

Unfortunately, yelling in pain doesn't lead to concentrating on anything. So instead, I put a lot of qi towards my problem and hoped for some breathing room. More qi than I've consciously used in a single attack gathered in my free hand and blasted out in a beam. There wasn't any other way to describe the blue wave of qi that fired from my palm.

The beam hit with explosive force against the zombie's shoulder. I went flying from the monster, and my suit moved, draining away the earth cores and regrowing around my ruined knee.

I could feel the vines and roots around my knee spinning around the joint, forming a cast even as I hit. Tiny hair-like roots moved, pushing more qi into my body cultivating the dungeon's qi for me. My armor felt like having my own mini fortress. A nostalgic smile tugged at my lips. I could punch well above my weight class when connected to a fortress.

My spear quickly morphed into a staff at my command. I leaned heavily on it as the dust cleared. My armor changed, growing outward to cultivate the dungeon's qi even as I rested. Slowly my armor took from the dungeon refilled my reserves. I could feel it moving my knee back into place to heal properly. It should have taken numerous surgeries only to never entirely heal, began repairing itself stronger than before. I tossed back some of the last of my god shard blood from my inventory.

I could feel my reserves quickly top off again as my wound entered its later stages of recovery. This wasn't even my own regeneration, not really. My armor was grown from a seed that was once a fortress. It has born countless formations and endured many generations rapidly grown from my qi. Wood qi was great at healing, so it quickly discovered a problem. Moments after I was injured, my leg felt like it was on the mend.

The dust cleared, revealing a smiling zombie. "That explosion was so sudden I almost thought I had been damaged. But, my mistake, you're too weak to damage me."

The pain wasn't a problem now. I had some distance and a moment to concentrate. My qi reserves weren't just topped off now; they were overflowing. Qi gathered in the palm of my hand, more compact than it had been before. I colored it with my desire to pierce through and destroy this zombie. The zombie had to gall to smile and slow walk up to me until its chest pressed against my hand.

"Go ahead and fire; you can't hurt me with that." The zombie said.

I was desperate, my heart pounded in my chest, and my suit fed me all the qi it could.

Electricity crackled from my handprint across the zombie's chest, the wind picked up, the air grew hot rapidly, and the sheer amount of qi gathering in my palm chipped away at the zombie's chest. Instead of unleashing a beam attack, I reached through the monster's flesh as rows of tiny, serrated blades cut. I took hold of the high-class earth core and pulled my hand away.

My cultivation quickly absorbed the core, taking its place as a cornerstone of my spirit vessel. Even as my qi dropped, my suit helped me recover. Once again, my cultivation surpassed its limits, and I closed in on the wall. All the while, my body went through a change. With the addition of the earth core, my qi began to strengthen every fiber of my being. Even if my physical strength hadn't increased by much, my durability increased at least 3-fold.

I closed my eyes and felt my flesh grow tougher. Finally, my knee finished healing enough to put some weight on it.

"How that doesn't make any sense; lightning shouldn't be able to pierce my flesh?" The zombie asked.

I decided to throw him a bone. "I pierced your chest before with my knife, but your regeneration was too much for me. I needed to be closer to my technique when it pierced you to make the blades turn faster. The lightning was a nice aesthetic, but it also damaged your regeneration just enough for me to slip in to grab your earth core. Without that, you were only as strong as our last fight. Now let's try this again. You said my qi blast couldn't hurt you, right?" I asked.

The qi blast charged in my hand and fired in the blink of an eye. Destructive blue qi swallowed the zombie's body throwing the monster back before exploding.

With the zombie finally beaten, I took all four keys and headed back to the kitchen to the basement gate. Waiting for me was a short goblin girl dressed in green overalls with a mop of red hair. She leaped off the sink and stretched.

"I found you. Now you're going to come back with me, human, if you know what's good for you. If my name isn't Gloria Gobs." The goblin said.

She was stacked for a goblin, and who didn't like red-headed short stacks or was those strawberry shortcakes. Either way, this was going to be a treat.

My armor opened up at my command, and I stepped out of it hard as a rock. Those red pills sure did a number on me. But, I've been hard ever since I took them, and I knew one short stack who could help me out.

"What are you?" I forced my dick in her mouth to silence her. Gloria leaned into it and tongued my balls while I grabbed handfuls of her curly red hair until I found her pointy green ears and pulled, forcing myself in deeper. It didn't take long in her slimy green skin throat for me to blow a load. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to bring down my hard-on. As I pulled out of her throat, she grabbed the base of my cock and rung out the last few drops.

"Just because I'm short doesn't mean I like to be bullied. If you cum in my mouth, let me get a good taste of it." She unclasped the buttons on her overalls and exposed her fuzzy orange bush for all the world to see. The dark green dripping cunny lips twitched as I grabbed her and pushed her against the counter. Her wide green hips were a muscular handful, but her cunny was tighter than Molly's ass.

I pushed myself inside with some difficulty and felt her stretch for every inch. Only after I filled her up completely did I move while her walls undulated and gripped me. Her goblin love tunnel squeezed tightly and shook with every thrust. She weighed nothing in my arms and quivered every time I slammed home.

This wasn't about her pleasure, even though she quivered and moaned. I gave her another load, and she screamed in ecstasy. Even as I pulled out, she couldn't stop moaning.

After pulling out, I watched her twitching green cunny for any signs of my load, but no drop escaped her. Monstergirls were crazy that way.

At first, I thought about taking her back to the saferoom, but that wouldn't work. Teacher was watching; I could sense traces of her qi in the air. So the only way out was forward.

I returned to my armor and prepared for a long journey down to the next floor.