Author's note: Get ready for a wild ride. This is my dungeon core setting edition. Jack is a dungeon core here who hasn't killed a single adventurer in his dungeon. Normally that should make him weak but if you read on that clearly isn't the case. I'm going to pit him in various scenarios to see what happens.

Chapter 1 A Frozen World

Forsaken, lost, and far from another soul a lone dungeon core waited. He awoke far from any settlement or human colony. No adventuring party managed to cross the great sea of stars to investigate him. It was just him alone a black gem with his soul stuffed inside.

As he waited stuck on an asteroid the size of a planet hurtling through space, he dreamed of a woman's face and a voice pleasant to his ears. Sometimes when he napped, he dreamed of making her out of the ice and rock all around him. He wasn't a sculptor, he was a dungeon core a being built to kill.

There was no one around to see or judge him. He could do anything out here. His own voice counseled.

It didn't take long for him to make up his mind. He used his mana reserves to cut deep in the asteroid before hoisting up a massive block of stone and ice. There were no ropes, pullies, or chisels his only tools were his mind and mana.

His first attempt was an embarrassment. It didn't look feminine nor did it have any real features to it. Jack managed to add eyes, a nose, and a mouth but chipped the ears. Windows continuously popped up as he worked, and his skill increased.

When he finished his first attempt, he stared at his creation. He didn't hate it, but it wasn't what he had envisioned. Thought it started as a beauty beyond compare in his mind his mana preferred a rugged form more suited to labor than company. Still something about his first creation made him feel giddy.

It was his creation with no help from some system. Sure, the system helped it honed his chiseling to a precise tool. But he did this himself.

Jack wanted to give life to the statue like the ancient Greek Pygmalion of Cypris with his ancient creation Galatea. With that he had a name for a future statue.

Jack took hold of his mana in its entirety. There was nothing for his first statue or future golem in this case to kill. It wouldn't be able to level up. His creation would need all the mana it could get upon creation.

Jack etched a tablet with everything he wanted the statue to be. He put all his hopes and dreams in the tablet while filling it with mana. Every time he ran out of mana and was forced to rest, he awoke to put more mana in the tablet. Finally, when the tablet glowed with mana zapping the air with loose bolts of mana, he considered the tablet finished.

Magic was more about belief than systems and leveling up. That's why he refused to use his system at least for now. A system though helpful was rigid it may give order to magic but that was unnecessary.

The Obsidian dungeon core placed his tablet on the statue and watched the slab of magic and stone adhere to the statue. Jack felt a connection between him and the statue immediately. The creature approached him and sat down. It was the statue only changed.

In a way it had become alien to Jack. This creature was a combination of Jack's will and craftmanship. One was obviously stronger than the other. His new creature looked at him curiously.

"Do I have a name?" The statue asked in a gravely voice. The voice was in Jack's mind instead of his ears.

"You are Prometheus and you will help me turn this large rock into a proper dungeon." The stone golem nodded its head incapable of refusing its master's orders.

Days turned into weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. Instead of creating dainty feminine statues Jack had opted to follow his true calling and created companions. Each golem was a little stronger than the last. He made sure to know each one of them. Samson was interested in levers and pullies anything that caused a new reaction. He had quickly moved on to cogs and doors. The larger and more impressive the doorway the better. Samson made lesser golems with his own mana to assist him in working.

Prometheus loved to build down and held great interest in numbers. He loved lists and considering how much resources we had. With his own small band of lesser golems, he dug deep in the asteroid collecting what metals he could find. As time went by, Prometheus grew stronger. Though he couldn't level up he gained many skills and talents. Goliath their architect had to dedicate a room to store all the iron, copper, aluminum, and gold ingots.

Goliath had a thing for building large walls and expanding my dungeon. I let him do it slowly building castles and connecting them as my body expanded around the dead planet. More and more metals were found deeper in the old asteroid. Then there were the fossilized bones.

Jack was resting breathing calmly feeling his mana surround every inch of the planet's surface. He may have more mana than any dungeon core in existence. That was a terrifying thought. He was still level one, but his companions had increased his size to such an immense degree that his mana had vastly increased. Chimney's all around the planet spewed mana as they continued to hurtle through space. He didn't know where they would land and truthfully, he didn't care life was good. Ice was melted through heat magic and with a quick burst of shock magic oxygen and hydrogen separated.

Goliath assured him that his dungeon wouldn't lose any of the elements and it opened new possibilities. No longer did he have to work with stone and ice alone. Metals were now a possibility. From then one Samson began building larger metallic doors. The door to Jack's own dungeon core was now a mix of gold and silver more like it was Electrum due to small traces of impurities.

Those doors turned on their track for the first time in half a decade and with the rush of his companion Goliath ran in his room. Jack noticed the small form of a capsule of some sort in Goliath's massive hand.

"Goliath what do you have in your hands show it to me?" Jack said and his giant friend showed him a capsule with an ancient alien within. There were scratches on the hatch of the capsule. Fingernails were torn off ancient black tracks shown on the glass. Goliath's face held a solemn expression.

"Jack, they died in there, hundreds of millions of them. There are contraptions lined all over the facility. We need your touch. My brothers want to melt it all down for scrap." Goliath said.

Jack's mind moved through the immense labyrinth of buildings that made up his form. Once he was certain of the location, he went down thousands of feet where his companions tunneled.

Deep beneath the surface of the asteroid below the frozen atmosphere, he located his companions surrounding a facility. He glanced over the facility for a moment then searched deeper where the massive refineries stretched down to the planets formerly molten core. The cold of space froze the core eventually. To save power the residents placed themselves in capsules. But eventually power ran out. They were woken up by the machines AI before it ran out of power. That's all Jack could glean from the scene.

The computers surrounding the ancient cryogenic lab were offline and had been for millennia. But that wouldn't stop a dungeon core. All around the facility everything that touched his dungeon floor vanished. His mind stored everything. He couldn't access the data in the computers, but he could recreate the computers good as new. Not only that, he could recreate the species that died here.

"Jack why did you absorb the scrap we could have used it for the new wing of the Galatea research facility?" Prometheus said. Jack used some of his mana to create hundreds of iron ingots. Stacks of plastic and some of the crystal-like processors. He could recreate either from mana alone but that didn't mean he understood them. Even if he recreated the species that once lived here that didn't mean they would know how their own technology worked.

He held on to the processors and scanned them over. Lazily he dropped a few kilo tons of glass for Prometheus's project. The processors floated up and moved through a series of tunnels to Jack's personal storage room.

Their crystalline structures almost resembled his own dungeon core in a way. As they floated, he caught Prometheus counting them quickly and adding them to a check list. Jack snorted in derision at the outdated form of filing. Soon they would have tablets capable of holding near limitless information.

Samson would be interested in figuring out how computers worked. He was certain the golem had already snuck off with one of the terminals to tinker with. Jack decided to leave him to it while he looked over the processors.

Time seemed to warp around him as he took the crystal processors apart repeatedly before putting them back together. He pushed his mana through the hardware marveling at how the processor warped into something akin to his own black dungeon core. Then something interesting happened. The processor began to push out vast amounts of mana. For every 1 unit of mana Jack placed in the processor it spit out a million.

Excited Jack continued to push mana into the crystal until it cracked. When the object cracked it became useless the delicate machinery within broke with it. He put everything back together and fused the crystal back before trying again.

"Jack, I demand more materials. We have begun digging the vast ice fields that once made up this planet's ocean. You haven't fulfilled a single request in two decades." Prometheus said.

Jack awoke from his trance it had been a long time since the discovery of the crystal processors and the former inhabitants of this world. In that time, he had begun the construction of a massive processor. Over weeks he constructed his first one multithreading a massive processor with several others all around his dungeon. They had begun synchronizing with his dungeon core. A long process that had taken decades.

As a result, he had increased his mana reserves to a level he couldn't calculate. Massive black spires stood out among the ancient castles and buildings around his dungeons. Their crystalline structures were aglow with mana so dense it created a passive physical barrier around the structures.

At first, he didn't recognize Prometheus. The golem wore cloths a toga of some sort and held a stone tablet in his hand. His companion had taken to wearing face paint. His eyelids were painted blue while his obsidian stone lips were painted red. He wanted to laugh at his companion's ridiculous style choice but didn't want to be rude.

"We are running low on steel and I refuse to tear down the ancient buildings above. Can't you melt the ice and and absorb the water?" Prometheus asked.

Well could I melt the ice with fire magic. My mind quickly moved to the vast ancient frozen ocean. The ice covered most of the world. A simple spire of crystal allowed him to extend his reach beyond his dungeon. He pushed his mana into the ice and demanded it to move. With the shear amount of mana at his disposal it did just that. The ice vibrated and began to melt. Layer after layer melted away and refroze only to melt again. Clearly this wouldn't be so easy.

If he wanted his ocean thawed, then he might need an actual star. Perhaps he would be ridiculously lucky and find a planet with life nearby. Prometheus needed a powdered wig to go with his odd choice in facial make up. He needed inspiration to truly further project Galatea. He also needed a body of his own. There was a lot to do and little time to do it. Well to start he decided to search through the back log of his status screen and see what he missed after a century of disuse.

Jack lv1 0/100 xp to next

Race: Dungeon core

Age 110years

Titles: Planetary Dungeon Core (Unlocks 12th grade magic or godly magic), Lone Dungeon (Increases desire to create sentient mobs), Black Core (Dark Magic attuned), The Starved Dungeon (You will kill the first living creature that touches your dungeon.), etc

Mana 65Septillion units +

Durability 5million

Perks

N/A until lv5

Spells

Telekinesis

Heat Wave

Absorb

Item Creation

Mob Creation

Shock wave

Skills

Mana Manipulation lv100 Breakthrough required

Mana Mastery lv100 Breakthrough required

Mana Infusion lv100 Breakthrough required

Fire Mastery lv100 Breakthrough required

Shock Mastery lv100 Breakthrough required

Construction lv100 Breakthrough required

Architecture lv100 Breakthrough required

Dungeon Management lv100 Breakthrough required

Treasury Management lv100 Breakthrough required

Item Craft lv100 Breakthrough required

Weather Manipulation lv32

Cold resistance lv100 Breakthrough required

Heath resistance lv100 Breakthrough required

Vacuum resistance lv100 Breakthrough required

Physical resistance lv1

Meditation lv100 Breakthrough required

Multi Thread lv100 Breakthrough required

For the first time in his existence Jack took the reins of his dungeon. With a great push mana fired out from the many spires pushing against the force pulling at his world. Slowly his momentum ceased, and Jack the Planetary Dungeon's core halted his out of control path through space. He used his power as the dungeon core to call up every one of his companions. At once they dropped their tools and began to descend elevators and board monorails on their magnet powered engines. The Ocean that had been drilled at for several decades was left alone for the first time in years. It took only hours for every one of his companions to assemble.

"Prometheus, Samson, Goliath, Maximus, Conan, Behemoth, Obelisk, and Hyperion all eight of his companions so far stood before him. Each stood between fifty and a hundred feet tall. They were made of living ice and stone given life by his will, mana, and faith. As a lonely dungeon core, they were a balm for Jack's soul and pillars to his sanity. Over the years they changed, as they grew and became their own people their features became more distinguished. Some took to painting their faces, wearing odd cloths, and taking tasks upon themselves.

Behemoth was the youngest of his companions and was obsessed with magnets and gravity. Everything he created had something to do with one force or the other. Obelisk preferred to build upwards towards the stars themselves. He was the opposite of Prometheus who loved to count things and build downward. Then there was Hyperion the golem obsessed with light and magic and Conan the golem obsessed with darkness and physical strength. Hyperion was the shortest of all his golems but perhaps the most magically gifted. Within his body was a crystal processor. Though he had integrated the crystal processors into each of his companions over time it was Hyperion who was created with it. Conan was the tallest Golem at one hundred feet. He towered over the others and manipulated the shadows and gravity with magic.

Maximus was a different kind of Golem. He preferred to make things orderly. The golem built something of a standing army and a more efficient administration system to control the distribution of resources. Each of Jack's companions were irreplaceable to him. They kept him sane and alive through his first century.

"You haven't gathered us all together Jack since Behemoth was created. Do we have a new sibling in the wings?" Prometheus asked. The others focused on my crystalline body trying to divine some clue.

"No, I have decided to bring us closer to a nearby star to finally melt the ice. Then I will either absorb the unneeded water or move it elsewhere. For now, we will make our way to the nearest star. I suggest you stockpile your materials if you want a cut of the new territory opening up." Jack said and watched as his companions looked at one another. The second they left they would fight over who gets what.

Jack focused his mind on the closest star. He had no real idea where he was in space for all he knew he could be approaching a black hole. Yet that was a risk he had to take. Such were the dangers of being a space faring dungeon. With that in mind he locked on to his target and started flying towards the star. As he traveled Jack fell deep in thought over the dangers of his path.

Maximus glared at his brothers as they argued. Conan made his way towards his chaotic section of their creators' body. Where Conan called home, buildings floated, and shadows were alive. They were golems created by magic like himself and his brothers but twisted dark reflections. Beings that he couldn't pummel to death disturbed him and he left it at that. Still he wanted the deep trench beneath the ice. The ancient volcanoes that lined the bottom were full of iron and nickel. Maximus planned to use it to create his own brand of golems metallic and cubic in nature.

"Brother what must I trade you for the deep trench to the south of the ocean of ice." Maximus said and cursed himself for a fool. He should have thought about his words before voicing them. Now that Prometheus knew he wanted it the price would become steep.

A gleam appeared in his brother's eye and he blinked showing off his blue painted eyelids. Maximus frowned unsure if he should have bothered.

"Why don't you let him have it you are too busy drilling out the core to care for such a track of land?" Samsun said. His second to eldest brother wasn't one to choose sides something was up. Was there something wrong with the trench?

"I had planned on using the iron in those volcanos to forge Jack a new door. I had a new design and Behemoth already helped me prepare a magnetic lock." Goliath said. The eighty-foot giant looked rather troubled. Maximus gritted his teeth thinking about going to Jack for the final decision.

"Alright how about this. Maximus gets the trench but trades you enough iron for the door in exchange for some mining equipment." Hyperion said. Maximus didn't want to give up a single volcano worth of iron but might have to regardless. Still he could make a powerful force with what he had.

Daenerys

She awoke to a pounding in her head and a sense of wrongness in the air. Moving to her window she looked up. Her breath hitched at the sight. High above in the sky was another world. It wasn't the moon she could clearly see buildings upon the world. She held her ears as a sound began to enter her head. Dany held her lips tight resisting the urge to scream and wake her brother the dragon.

Something wet trickled down her fingers and she could feel something covering her lip and flowing from her eyes. She held up her hand and saw blood in the moonlight. "Hello, can you hear me now." The voice said in an enthusiastic tone. She searched around the room and looked out her window to see no one.

"Am I hearing things?" She asked aloud.

"No, I'm here and listening, it seems you are a light in this dim world. How do I look?" The voice asked.

"I don't understand are you in my room or outside. Why are you hiding from me?" Daenerys said. She felt an edge of fear. Was this a rapist about to steal her away?

"Are you blind? I'm just above you. Look up at the massive planet above your own." The voice said. She did and felt in her heart that it had to be. There wasn't anyone else around and the planet remained the feeling continued to flow through her. A presence unmistakable.

"What are you?" Dany asked quietly.

"I am the world above and you are a bright one a candle in a dark world. Perhaps I want you for my own I am a greedy planet you see. Your world is dying magic is dried up. Your world is a sinking ship. Be mine and until I can take you from that world, I will support you." The world said.

"I refuse, I was born to help my brother take the iron throne. We will reclaim our birthright." Dany said and felt her words turn hallow at the cackling that rattled her skull.

"Anything given holds no inherit value. But if it is the iron throne you want then I will bring the chair here. Are you so easily bought princess?" The being continued to laugh.

"It isn't just the throne it's the loyalty of the people, the lords, and their houses." Still the laughter didn't end, and it drove her to her wits end.

"Peace Daenerys Storm born Targaryen, I forget that you are but a human and I something more. I've held an entire world's wealth for nearly two centuries. I am willing to add your world to my form well parts of it. The old gods and new will remain with my left overs. You've been brave I've not been refused out right like that in a very long time. For such bravery, I will give you a gift a guardian who will see to your protection and education. One of my own son's servants. Though if you ever meet one of my children refer to them as companions." The voice said. Dany wanted to shout that she wanted nothing of his gifts but dared not refuse. As brave as she appeared, she might need what he's offering. By his own words, he wouldn't give her the iron throne. "Would such a gift hold any value?" The voice said answering her own thoughts.

"When will my new protector arrive?" Dany asked.

"Take ash from your fireplace and draw a circle on the ground." She obeyed drawing a circle on the cold stone ground before instructions entered her mind. Daenerys drew each symbol as best as she could feeling pleasure from the presence in her head. "Now back away from the portal." The being ordered.

She stepped back just as the circle on the ground glowed blue. Light quickly filled the room as a figure stepped out. It was a woman or at least she looked like a woman. She had pale skin like a woman from Westeros and she was naked. This woman had pink hair and didn't breathe. There was no rising or fall to her chest. Instead the woman bent her knees as if testing something out.

"You must be Daenerys." The presence left her for now satisfied with the current development. That left her with this odd woman with pink hair. Her eyes held a faint glow of blue unlike anything she had ever seen. The woman stepped forward and touched a hand to Daenerys face. Her skin was warm and felt unlike human skin. It was soft but had an alien feel to it. "I'm sorry its so strange. Let me introduce myself. I am Galatea model IX my model was crafted nearly 30 years ago so I'm a little out dated by the Galatea model X but I'm capable. I have many offensive functions that you will find useful. My audio detection software can pick up conversations up to half a kilometer away." Daenerys listened to the girl prattle on about herself thinking about what happened. She looked out to see the planet vanish. She opened her mouth. "That's our cloaking technology. Don't worry Jack is still there."

"Is that the name of the world or the god who controls it? Dany asked.

"Yes." The strange woman answered.

"I've received an update from my superiors. I'm to use an alias while working for you. Call me Lucy Pygmalion of the line Galatea. I will protect you as you attempt to take the iron throne before Jack subdues the weakened gods and rips the continent up from its bedrock."

Jack

With his vast intelligence, he could devote himself to three paths of research or a single path to achieve what he desired.

Fire Immunity

Time Fame: 1month divided by number of research points devoted.

Effect: Jack will gain immunity to magical flames and can grant his followers the same immunity.

Mana Cost: 1000 per follower 1 time cost per unit.

Control Spire

Time Frame: 6months divided by number of research points devoted.

Effect: By placing spires on Westeros he could infuse his mana into the residents around it and slowly adjust their minds to his way of thinking.

Mana Cost: 100,000,000 per spire launched

Portal Expansion

Time Frame: 2months divided by the number of research points devoted

Effect: Create a permanent portal to send more golems to the planet. Since Daenerys is his only follower, he will have to convince her to enhance his portals and convince her brother to his side.

Symbol of Authority

Time frame 1 month divided by the number of research points devoted

Effect: Craft a symbol of your religion to gift Daenerys. Increases Faith energy from Daenerys.

Faith Energy 0

Jack placed one path in fire immunity, symbol of authority, and portal expansion. Mind control didn't sound like something he wanted to get into. It would take time for him to get things moving in this strange world. But once he finally got going Jack was sure he could really move forward. In a month he would be able to increase the strength of his followers.