Chapter 3
Today I gained a new skill called [[--Multi‑Tasker--]] from completing so many tasks, like managing monsters and PT. It lets me split my consciousness into as many pieces as I need for different jobs. I now had a PT manager, a monster manager, and a tactician all arguing in my head, and I couldn’t get rid of them.
The DMI seemed to disapprove of this choice, insisting it was already perfect for all these roles.
“I know you are, since you managed the dungeon with me before any of these guys…” I said sheepishly, trying to console it.
My tactician immediately ruined the moment by muttering that he was “better than a silly, low‑level AI agent that was hardly better than ChatGPT.”
Then, to make things worse, the PT manager pointed out that the DMI couldn’t even access the PT used to buy monsters and traps, and my monster manager snapped back that the PT manager only bought monsters and never put them to good use.
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After a while, all my splintered consciences – and the DMI – finally calmed down and stopped bickering, though none of them apologised.
“Useless bio‑tech…” the DMI muttered under its breath. Luckily, the rest of my mind didn’t hear that remark; otherwise, there would’ve been another torrent of fighting that I really didn’t want to deal with.
After an hour of peace, both the DMI and the monster manager suggested that I finally buy my first boss. The PT manager recommended a black wyvern as a good choice, since it would only cost 1,590 PT and was the cheapest boss available while still being strong enough for a first‑floor boss.
So I bought it and slapped an auto‑respawn onto it so that if it were killed, I wouldn’t have to spend any more PT.
The creature appeared and bowed, speaking in some strange language.
Balanced on two thick, taloned hind legs, it was all wings and tail: a long, snake‑like body covered in overlapping black scales, with a pair of vast, batlike wings in place of forearms. A barbed tail coiled behind it, twitching restlessly as it lowered its horned head in my direction.
“Y m hppy t b wrkng ndr y, mstr. Whr m y?”
…hissed the black wyvern in front of me.