[Rule 1 of Dungeon Delving: Never go alone. Danger lurks around every corner, and it always helps to have someone you trust watching your back]
 
Nis grumbled to herself as she squeezed through rock and rubble, worming her small frame through the tight cracks of a forgotten passage. Those stupid humans thought this dungeon belonged only to them after they chased off her clan. This was their ancestral grounds, and the small goblin was glad the map she received from her grandfather was still accurate. Her teacher spoke of many tools gained from these hallowed halls that helped him advance in his skills as a tinkerer, creating tools to help their now much smaller community after their forceful exodus. Even hearing tales of what happened made Nis boil with rage, but she knew facing the human nations alone would only bring their fury upon the survivors. And so, the goblin ventured in, hoping to find some way to save her clan with naught but a simple pack with a few days provisions and a dagger on her hips
 
 
[Rule 2 of Dungeon Delving: Always be on the look out for traps, They usually are placed where you least expect it.]
 
 
The dungeon looked much different from what her seniors told her. Caverns of hard rock from the tales had been replaced with solid bricks, simple torches replaced with steel encased lanterns, with a faint but ever constant pressure on her, the mana of the dungeon. It was clear to Nis that the humans' contact with the dungeon affected it more than she thought, and it made her concerned that the tools she seeked might have been changed to something more fitting to lure these greedy humans to their doom. As the goblin was marveling at the sight though, she didn’t notice the faint sigil on the floor and stepped on it, activating the trap. Nia’s world was suddenly bathed with a blinding light. Even before her eyes cleared, the pressure she felt told her the worst, the trap she activated was a teleportation trap, and was sent much deeper into the dungeon.
 
 
[Rule 3 of Dungeon Delving: Don’t drink random potions, no matter how thirsty you are.]
 
 
In the dark gloom of the bowels of the dungeon, Nis tries to find any sign of a way out. From what she was told there were rivers that flowed through the first floor of the dungeon, but she had no idea what floor she was on, or if the dungeon even has such features with all the changes. Because of that, her water pack had run dry hours ago. Thankfully the creatures she found were mostly chest mimics, dangerous if they manage to catch one unawares, but the overly cautious goblin managed to slay a few before they could retaliate by stabbing her dagger through the hinges, akin to a knife to the back of the neck for a human, or shucking an oyster. Digging through the guts of the mimics for any source of hydration that wasn’t mimic blood, she only found random potions.
 
 
With little option, she tried to guess what potion did what, with no baseline to go on. The colors were harder to discern due to the flickering, faint torch light, she figured she would try and play it safe and go with a red potion that usually denotes healing. Picking the potion and checking it against the light, it does seem red. Bracing herself, she uncorks the potions and drinks it, hoping the small scrapes she has would begin healing. However, a strange heat began welling in her gut, then down to her loins. Hit with a sudden wave of pleasure, the goblin collapses to the ground, squirming as she begins cumming from the intense pleasure rocking through her body. Fortunately for Nis, she passed out soon after, and by some stroke of luck no wandering monsters came to disturb her as she recovered, perhaps wary of the mimic who she made into a corpse by her side. When she woke, she was slick with sweat and her pants ruined by her cum, the lingering effects of the potion making her want to masturbuate. Taking it off however revealed the reason for the intense pleasure through her system, as between her legs lay a now flaccid set of cock and balls, barely any bigger than that she saw on freshly born young. A blush rises to her face as she feels the shaft in her hand, having a very bad feeling that this isn't even close to its final form.
 
 
[Rule 4 of Dungeon Delving: Don’t eat the monsters, else you might become them yourself.]
 
 
It had been a few days since Nis first satiated her thirst with that potion and got her new equipment, and things had only gotten worse for her. Her clothes are torn into shreds , whatever rags that still remain barely hanging on her belt, the only remaining equipment save for her pack. Between her legs now lay a hefty beast, much thicker, longer and more virile than any of her clan. The formerly micro Penis and pebble sized orbs had grown in size and potency due to her being forced to drink more random potions to stave off death by dehydration, each one seemingly only focused on boosting her body in strange ways. Now her cock is longer than her legs, dragging pleasuringly on the floor the moment it gets flaccid enough to once again stand upright, and had more than once been used by the desperate goblin as a bludgeon to slay her attackers. Her orbs also had grown in size and weight, swelling to the size of melons and like her other addition drags along the floor.
 
 
The rest of her body wasn't spared the changes, as her breasts were the reason for her shirt’s demise, having swollen to hefty levels, each breast now bigger than her head. If not for the increased strength and durability of her flesh granted by the potions, she likely would be stuck in place by the weight and died long ago. Another strange addition thanks to those accursed potions is a rather handy tail, that she can use to grab stuff, its end being able to extend a spike that injects venom into her foes. However, despite her perverted form, she is still trying to survive, and things are looking even bleaker. Her food supply had run out.
 
 
Hunger was gnawing at Nis's guts as she struggled to continue on. Her limbs tired from fathague, dagger hanging limply from her fingers. The more appetizing foes she had faced an unknown time ago had all but vanished, along with any corpses she had left behind. The goblin staggered through a doorway, and scanned the enclosed room, spotting a clearly suspicious looking gilded chest, made of glossy gold and iron, the fanciest and biggest she had seen so far, easily able to gulp her down with a single swoop. With practiced ease however, she slid her blade into the mimics weakspot before she was noticed, the lid of the chest detaching to reveal the freshly killed purple flesh within. Even as Nis checked to ensure the room was cleared and safe, her stomach grumbled for sustenance, the warm flesh of her recently slain prey calling out to her. She tried to push the thoughts aside, but the hunger pains only grew as she set up camp in the small room, using scraps of an empty crate as tinder. Eventually, reason left Nis's mind, and she robotically began trying to Butcher her latest kill.
 
 
Nis knew that those hard parts couldn't be eaten, but maybe she could scrape off the flesh, and maybe they will be edible. She had not heard of anyone eating mimics before, but desperation is forcing her hand on this matter. She puts the lid of the mimic into the fire, and as the metal began heating, the flesh still stuck on the lid began to sizzle, filling the room with an intoxicating scent of grilling meat. Unable to resist, Nis began eating the cooked meat, leaving the lid there as a makeshift pan. However, despite gorging herself on the lid flesh, she was still hungry, and the rest of the mimic was the clear answer. Taking out any loots the creature had in its guts, she began carving away, getting covered in various fluids as she continued carving lump after lump of flesh to cook, crawling inside its boxy body to really get in deep.
 
 
However, eventually her blade cut into something other than flesh, the main organs of the man eating creature. Nis had recalled traditions of the hunters of her clan, eating the hearts and other organs of the beasts they had slain raw, to gain more power. What if she did a similar act with her prey. Delirious from isolation, dehydration and a partially satiated hunger, she looked at the organs of her prey in awe and respect. What seems to be a heart is still weakly thumping away despite the host being already long dead and half eaten, the thick flab which she assumes as a liver looked very tantalizing as well. However other organs she couldn't recognise, like this long, oblong organ deep at the bottom that quivers at her touch, barely bigger than her hand. deciding nothing of it, she went to work consuming them all, first the surprisingly easy to remove oblong organ, which slid into her gullet with surprising ease. The heart was soon consumed as well, Nis giggling as she felt its pulse quicken as it slid into her greedy stomach. Organ after organ was scarfed down raw , as the other flesh of the beast was thrown into the makeshift pot to cook.
 
 
By the end of her feeding frenzy, all that remained of the mimic was an empty box, the bloated goblin rubbing her heavily distended belly as she slowly came to her senses. There was no way she managed to pack that whole mimic away, yet she did… with all the strangeness of this dungeon, however, she just chalked it up to yet another effect of a potion she had drank, and allowed herself to fall into a little food coma after her massive meal.
 
 
Unbeknownst to Nis though, the mimic she had consumed was an alpha mimic, one on the verge of breeding. The squirming organ she had consumed was a part of the creature's reproductive system, to release a little part of itself to create a nest in the environment. Consuming it however, the little node of the mimic had little where else to go, and began burrowing into her flesh, finding the prime breeding spots and molding them into a more suitable form, denoting Nis herself as the future nest for the mimics. The process would normally have killed the unfortunate host, but through sheer dumb luck one of the potions she had randomly consumed was a regeneration potions, and fixed any damages the burrowing caused. As Nis continued to slumber, her body slowly began to change, releasing a pheromone to lure a potential mate to her.
 
 
[Rule 5 of Dungeon Delving: By the grace of the Almighty, do not fuck the monsters. They might look pretty, but the last thing we need are half human monster hybrids seeking a way out.]
 
 
Another day or so had passed since Nis had her fill of Mimic meat, and the dungeon had taken the turn for the strange. The mimics, that used to be laying in wait, now are out and about, moving towards her slowly. The first time it happened she eagerly accepted the meat and blood, not wanting to drink any more potions if she can help it. She kept the gilded lid of the alpha mimic, continuing to use it as a frying pan, and happily fried up the meat while she gorged on the mimic innards. Unknown to her, constantly eating raw monster organs caused even more mutations to her body. A small organ began growing near her heart, drawing mana from the dungeon to feed her body and alleviating her dehydration and hunger. Still, she continued to eat, getting herself into yet another food coma as she ate her fill.
 
 
The next time she wakes though, she sees three mimics surrounding her, as she slept in the remains of the mimic she had recently slain. Groggy and horny from morning wood, she peaked out of the chest, and saw a curious sight. The mimics are all half open, exposing a tantalizing fleshy tube towards her. Through the night, the mimics were edging themselves for mating, releasing a pheromone that was also affecting Nis. Thinking this is some lewd dream, the goblin crawled out of the chest, and moved towards the closest Mimic, her hard cock already poking at the pleasant fleshy bits of her next prey. She then cries in pleasure as the Mimic strikes, its fleshy tube engulfing her cock, while a thinner rod begins sliding down her throbbing urethra. She is then lifted high by her dick, and placed down into the awaiting maw of the second mimic, which begins targeting the other area of pleasure as its razor sharp teeth retract into its flesh, her pussy. It slides a tentacle deep into her womb, bulging out her gut with hard thrusts, eager to deposit its seed packet into her fertile womb. The last mimic, not wanting to be left out, leaps over top, squishing Nis between the three of them, and begins violating her top, licking all over her body with a curious tongue before finding three holes it could fill with its seed. Tentacles then sprout from its core, entering her heavy breasts and moaning maw and locking her in a prison of fleshy pleasure.
 
 
Nis’s mind was completely consumed with pleasure, going blank and just enjoying the moment. She can feel the eager tentacles ravage the insides of her heavy balls, her fertile womb and greedy throat. All the while, a strange sensation wells up in her breasts which she was trying not to pleasure, milk beginning to well up inside of the mounds as her pleasure builds. The mimics, tasting all the delicious nutritious soup for their young, begin to redouble their efforts, thrusting deep into her various holes with much vigor. The mimics already realized that their nest is a living being, but with her so compliant, they felt no danger. Meanwhile Nis was glad she had chugged all those potions, as her old self wouldn't survive such a rough treatment. Her tail lays dormant, spike retracted and not wanting to accidentally spoil their fun with a random stab wound.
 
 
Then, their fun came to a climax, warm seed filling Nis's body as the strongest orgasm yet rocks her body. Cum tries to gush out from her cock, but is pushed back by an even stronger torrent of mimic seed, filling her heavy orbs with hot seed that begin impregnating her own essence. The same happens with her womb, and breasts, the mimic seed taking whatever genetic material they could to turn into mimic young. Nis pants as she feels the tentacle pull out of her maw, catching her breath as she lays still in the embrace of the mimics, thinking it is all over. However, it wasn’t so, as she started hearing a strange sound of flesh ripping, the mimics beginning to pull their own flesh from their shells. Still bound by the mimic’s strong muscles, Nis couldn’t do anything as the mimics that bred her begin pushing their chest into her holes, crying out in pleasure once more as her cock, balls, breasts and womb are filled with the flesh of the mimics as they begin to pull into her body. The reason for such an action is the mimics figure that the soft fleshy nest isn’t enough to protect the young, thus needing them to sacrifice themselves to create a secondary layer of protection for the young. Nis continues to cum hard from the pleasure as she is filled to the brim with the flesh of the three adult mimics.
 
 
When she recovers, Nis found herself big and heavy, her breasts, belly and balls churning with the mimics within her, but strangely slowly beginning to shrink as they slowly assimilated with her flesh. “Y-you all… diving in me like that… stupid mimics.” Nis giggled, as she nuzzled her heavy round form, unable to move. With little else she can do, Nis just closes her eyes, letting the mimics do whatever they please with her body, not really caring anymore.
 
 
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It was with great surprise then when she opened her eyes to find little else different. The empty husks of the three mimics still around her. Her body had shrunk quite a bit and testing her weight, she seems to be able to move. So, with whatever that was settled, Nis went on to once again try and find a way out, her tail wagging excitedly as she walked, unaware of the extent of the changes to her body. Meanwhile, as she had slept, the mimics within her body fused with her flesh, spreading its nervous roots through her body and linking up with the unaware host, becoming fully one with the host like a new organ within her body.
 
 
A few hours of exploration passes, which had been a strangely long time to not run into any danger. However, she finally found a new enemy, yet another mimic residing in a more furnished room with a bed and cabinet. She started to wonder if this entire floor was a mimic breeding ground as she approached the mimic, ready to dispatch it like all the others. However, due to all the fun she had with the mimics earlier, she was giving off their pheromones, denoting her as a filled nest. Confused, the mimic opens up, wanting to make sure that the nest is well supplied with nutrients. Surprised by the sudden action of the mimic, she failed to react to the mimic lashing out at her with its tendril from its open maw, which slid down her stomach and began pumping, filling her belly with nutritious soup and bloating her to immobility once more. Tears rolled down Nis’s cheeks as she struggled weakly against the sudden filling, not even sure where the mimic even got the nutrients from, gasping for breath as she almost choked from her forceful meal. However, the mimic just returns to waiting after she was filled, closing up and leaving her on the floor. With little else she can do, she closed her eyes, hoping her stomach digested fast enough so she could flee before yet another filling.
 
 
Unfortunately for Nis, when she woke she once again saw multiple mimics with her, thankfully not moving to fill her for now. Her stomach was still massive and sloshing with the soup she was fed, and she just struggled to move to the bed, laying down on it and examining her body. She could feel something growing in her body as well, likely young from the mimics, and tears steam from her eyes as she laments the thought of her first young being monsters. At least she is still alive, but being kept alive to breed these mimics might be a life she wouldn’t want for herself. Maybe after she births the young, she thought, then she can try and escape once more, as her body gets heavier and heavier as time passes.
 
 
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Nis’s life became that of luxury , as she could eventually not move from the bed, her body massive with squirming mimic young, and her stomach heavy with the soupy mixture from the surrounding mimics that are tending to her. The mimics are surprisingly tender with their care of her, using their strong tongues to clean her body as well as move her around to make sure she is fine. Thanks to her connection to the mimics that fused with her body, she unknowingly lets out pheromones with her speech, instructing the mimics around her of her desires. The mimics of course know that the nest is to be protected and cared for. Due to that instinct, if the nest asks a task for it, they would happily do it. They even managed to find a number of tinkerer’s tools that she had come to the dungeon for, and allowed her to pass the time honing her skills with bits and bobs.
 
 
Nis herself had grown attached to the mimics, after learning she could command them. She was already having thoughts of using her new found companions to get revenge on the humans. However, first she needed to get mobile again, which would involve giving birth to the many young weighing her down. Excitement filled her as she continued to grow bigger and bigger, eventually reaching the day of birth for her adorable young.
 
 
On the hour of the birth, Nis squirmed on the bed as her body began to contract, the young within all squirming eagerly to be let out. The first to appear were the ones from her breasts, with little in their way to freedom. The little beetle looking creatures easily crawl free, coated completely in her milk that they begin eagerly, slurping up, already forming a bone like casing around their bodies to protect themselves thanks to all the calcium in her milk.
 
 
As Nis came from the pleasure, her body releases the next batch of her young, the ones nestled within her balls. Cum gushes from her cock as she cums, splattering on the floor as her cock rides on the longest orgasm Nis ever had, her balls slowly emptying out. Eventually, her orgasm dies down, her balls empty and a massive puddle of cum lays on the stone floor, with no sign of the new young. Then, the cum begins quivering and moving, pulling together and rolling over to Nis, embracing its parent and already beginning to suckle on her breasts, feeding off her. The little beetle-like mimics then begin moving into the slime, latching onto it and turning into an armored slime. Nis giggled at the sight, happily hugging her new young, glad they seem to be getting along already, as her belly quivers in anticipation for the next push.
 
 
A few more minutes of pushing passes, her adorable slimy young snuggling at her side, still drawing milk from her breasts idly and feeding the other young attached to its body. The last young in her womb seems a lot harder to let out, her body stretching to its limits but with still little movements from the one within. Nis could feel it squirming in her womb, trying to get in a better position, but from the belly along she can tell that the child is bigger than she is. Still ,she continues pushing, getting into a rhythm, before feeling something finally shift inside her. The child’s head begins stretching her pussy wide as it is finally being birthed. With its head out, the child squishes its limbs together and makes the birth much easier for its mother. Thanks to the repositioning, the birth goes much faster, and it only takes another minute before the final child is free from her body. It looks much different from the others, looking like a strange skeletal figure that is taller than she is. It looms over Nis, then gently begins rubbing her belly gently with its dangerous claws, the chest cavity of the creature opening up to reveal a big fleshy chamber, big enough to fit Nis in.
 
 
“H-heh…. I guess this is it? Do you want to eat me, little one~?” Nis coos, as she reaches into the inviting maw. Tentacles come out of the maw, and gently lifts Nis up, pulling her into the maw like she suspected. However, instead of a sickening crunch as it chews on it, the creature places her limbs into the sockets at the side, acting like a massive suit for her. Nis found the compartment really comfortable, and relaxed inside her child as it extends tendrils to suckle from her breasts. As she closed her eyes though, she suddenly felt a tentacle begin sliding into the back of her neck, her eyes widening as the tentacle began sliding through her flesh and towards her brain. Her vision then starts to get blurry as she feels the chamber close in on her body, figuring this is it for her for real, as her vision fades to black.
 
 
The next moment, she can see again. Her point of view is strangely much higher and wider than she is used to, and it only took a moment to realize she was seeing everything from the view of the final child that consumed her. Stretching and flexing, she realized she was controlling her child, still feeling her real body inside the creature’s tummy. A grin appeared on her lips as she figured out what her child can do, a living suit to protect her true body. As she was enjoying the new form, she felt the other two children coming over, and the adorable slime began coating the skeletal form with its mass, linking up with it as well. Finally, the scales begin covering the gooey flesh of the creature, forming loose armor plating that unfortunately isn’t enough to cover the creature’s whole body. Seeing her young joined up together like that, an idea appeared in her mind. She could use her children to disguise as one of those heavily armored humans, and sneak into their ranks to take them all down~. However, to do that, she needs more information of their ranks, and more adorable plate bug young to properly armor up.
 
 
With her plan set, Nis wondered how to get out, and the moment she did her vision blurred again, returning to her body as she felt the tentacle pull out from her head. She gives the walls of the internal chamber a loving kiss as they open up. The skeletal form kneels down to gently let Nis out of its chest, and Nis happily leaps free, turning around to give all her young kisses, already eager to birth more little ones to fulfill her plan, unknowingly coaxing the mimics that still live within her body to begin yet another pregnancy process, though thankfully only of the first two variants of her young. When she is properly recovered from her birth, she begins going off, in search for the way out once more, or any humans to gain information from.
 
 
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Nis continued to venture the dungeon, and with her new companions she finally managed to find the way up towards the exit. The swarm of plate bugs which she decided to name Chariot, basing the name from these strange cards she found in the dungeon that has some cool pictures and a hint of magic. The cards themselves she didn't dare try and use, but she really liked looking at them. The reason she called them Chariot is mostly because the little bugs are surprisingly fast, and she can easily command them to form a platform for her to lay on, turning them into a fast and efficient mode of transport. When not lugging her around though, Chariot splits up and searches the area, each piece of a whole mentally linked to each other and their mother, allowing them to get a grasp of their surroundings.
 
 
The slime had been named Strength, once again named after the words on the cards. Despite its flowing form, Strength was the group's heavy lifter, able to carry and throw massive boulders at foes, or add extra power to any swing done while encasing either Nis or the last member in their strange family, acting as additional muscle. Even as they continue to travel, Nis's baby factories are still chugging along, her body not as massive as her first pregnancy but in a perpetual cycle of insemination and childbirth, popping out more Chariots and Strengths that join up with the collective.
 
 
The final child, named Tower because of its imposing frame, is the most protective of the trio, never straying far from Nis. In combat, Tower isn't all that impressive, their sharp claws can barely strike through regular leather armor and usually rebuffed by thick fur, usually playing a more support role pointing out more stealthy enemies with its senses. It is the backbone of the group, however, harassing foes that get at Nis long enough for its sibling Strength to finish off. However, if Strength is supporting it through infusion, Tower's attacks become much more lethal thanks to the added force on their strikes, while Chariot covering its body surprisingly strengthens the already tough scale of the bug-like swarm.
 
 
Despite how strong her adorable children are, though. Nis still worry about them as they venture out on their own to hunt, hoping they don't get overconfident and get swarmed by those pesky humans. So, when Nis detected pheromones of alarm and danger from Strength, she quickly rushed over, worried for her much stronger young.
 
 
Rushing through the halls atop Chariot, she soon finds the cause for alarm. “What the hell is this weird slime! Die already!” A human cried out as he swung his club down again and again on Strength, his back towards the approaching goblin. He was dressed in rather basic clothes, not even a shred of armor on his body and only armed with a simple stick he is using as a club. Angered at the sight, Nis let her instincts take over, and she leapt at the offending human, maw opened wide, not really thinking of what would happen next.
 
 
Nis’s body had changed quite significantly with all the mutations, and her body was more or less a mimic in goblin form at this point, having assimilated more mimic flesh than she had in her whole body. Still, she was herself, but her limbs and flesh had become much stretchier even as the potion she used to drink worn out. Because of that, she was easily able to engulf the offending human’s head with her maw. Nis struggled to hold on as the man dropped his club in surprise and tried to pull Nis off his head, only succeeding in pissing the goblin off even more. Slowly and surely, Nis pushes the human down deeper and deeper down her gullet and into her stomach, ignoring the sweaty and grimy taste of her prey. As she was struggling with her prey, she had Chariot scan the area for any more humans, while asking with her pheromones how did Strength get bested by this stupid human. Strength replied by stating it wanted to examine the human fully, and still alive, only attacking with grabs and pulls to learn about the muscles.
 
 
Eventually, Nis got the human packed away in her stomach, the human squirming hard inside as her stomach tries to digest her meal. With her belly bigger than she is, she gave a quick command to Chariot to carry her to safety, with Strength and Tower in tow. The goblin was drowning in bliss, finding strange pleasure in feeling her massive meal squirming alive inside her stomach. Laid out on an empty bed, Nis happily cuddled her still squirming stomach, looking over at Strength who seems to be staring intently at her belly with its eyeless form. “What do you want, Strength? Angry that the human got you good~?” Nis teases, but gets a disagreeing reply from the mass of flesh. It wanted to crawl into Nis’s stomach, to learn more about the human now that he is secure.
 
 
Nis shrugged at Strength’s suggestion, and just lazily opened her maw, expecting her malleable child to just slide a tentacle in. What she didn’t expect was the foolish and excited child to push its whole mass into her maw, squirming into her already full stomach and causing the human to struggle harder. The taste was much more pleasant than the human earlier, and she was quite thankful Strength washed the taste from her mouth as it filled her guts. Eventually, there is no more sign of Strength on the outside, her belly now three times as big as she was, not a bulge of the human visible through her heavily stretched flesh. “S-stupid S-strength…. D-don’t digest in my stomach now, ok~?” Nis squeaked, as she felt her eyelids get heavy, her stomach working overtime on her overburdening meal.
 
 
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Nis woke to a massive need to vomit, as Strength pushed its way out of her stomach after being done with whatever it was doing in her stomach. It took a few minutes before her child is once again free from her body, and she feels her stomach, feeling naught but brittle bones within her stomach, a blush rising to her cheek. She can’t believe it, she ate and digested a human fully, still cuddling her plump belly and breaking down the remains into dust. However, she noticed that there is still something else in her stomach after the bones are all gone, making her feel uncomfortable as it jostles in her stomach. It is quickly resolved with a quick in and out tentacle from Strength, who was by her side and experimenting forming proper muscles and humanoid shapes with its mass even as it yanked the offending item from her stomach.
 
 
In Strength’s tentacle was what seems to be a simple card, stating the former human now goblin fat’s name, rank and even had a photo of his face. It also had a strange crystal that looked dull and dead, looking like it was linked to something else. Nis was curious about the card, looking all over it, learning from further examination that the card was issued by an adventurer’s guild, with a stamp of passing from a dungeon delving guild. Curious, she wanted to learn more about these guilds, wondering if she could use it as a way to sneak into human land. With a plan set, Nis threw the card away, not really caring about the stupid human that was hurting her child. She happily gets up, and decides to practice control of Tower once more, figuring that they are close to the exit, and her being a goblin would just draw ire from the humans.
 
 
As she walked, using Tower as a massive suit, she was slowly getting better, learning about the gait to look more proper. Strength pulled itself around Tower’s form, forming muscles around the skeletal form to make them more humanoid. Finally, with the number of Chariot bugs she had birthed, Chariot would perfectly cover the entire form, creating a plate armor look that made her look perfectly like a fully armored human, with more of Chariot hiding within the flesh. Nis checked her disguise out in the reflection of a broken mirror in the dungeon, brandishing an iron sword she had found to look more proper. She had completely forgotten about her pack at some point, and only had her tinkerer tools still with her. With her guise fully set, she continued upwards, wondering if she would encounter any more humans on the way back. She practiced her skills against the creature she found, noticing soon after that Tower too was learning from her moves, soon being the one guiding her strikes to be more effective and dangerous.
 
 
As she feared, she did run into a group of humans soon after, fending off a group of ant-like monsters. She was tempted to attack the humans, but being in her disguise, she figured trying to help them would make her ultimate plan much easier with some humans speaking up for her. So, she rushed into combat, slicing at the bugs and ignoring the cries of alarm from the humans, quickly cutting them down thanks to the power and control of Strength and Tower assisting her. She did notice the human’s weapons having a hard time cutting into the ant’s carapace, and wondered if it was her blade, or the power, that allowed her to cut cleanly into her foes. Thanks to her help, the battle is soon over, and the humans begin thanking her for her help, which is when she realized a problem. She could understand and speak human tongue, but only barely. Furthermore, her voice was gravelly and high pitched, greatly contrasting her guise and easily identified as a goblin. Finally, although she could speak, her body was inside Tower’s chest, and she was unsure if Tower could even speak in her stead. With no idea how to solve the issue, she just nods, sheathing her blade and walking away without a word despite the humans showering her with praise and questions, hoping she isn’t drawing any suspicion with her action.
 
 
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Eventually, she reaches the familiar cavern she had entered the dungeon from, and pulls herself free from Tower once she confirms with Chariot that there are no humans around. She has Chariot go out from the hole first to make sure that the coast on the other end is clear. With everything set, Nis crawled through the hole , Strength helping push her along as it comes up behind her. She soon can see the sun as she is free from the dungeon, not sure how long she had been in that man eating hole. She basked in the sun for a while as she waited for Tower to slowly crawl out, before eventually asking Strength to help Tower who ended up getting stuck due to its bigger and more solid frame. So, with the family now out, Nis let them enjoy the surroundings for a while, experiencing the sun for the first time in their lives, before coming back together in their knight disguise, heading towards the town.
 
 
It was at the gate that they encountered a new problem, identification and funds. Caught without any way to prove their identity nor pay for the toll, Nis wandered off into the woods surrounding the village, taking her frustration out on the local wildlife and letting her little ones feed on their corpses. She was no stranger to bartering, as they use a rudimentary system back in her clan, but currency itself is a new thing to the goblin. Maybe that is why humans want those shiny useless coins, because without it you cannot do stuff. With her blade wet with the blood of a pack of wolves, she began harvesting, knowing that wolf hide would be traded for a lot of stuff back at her clan, as even a single one slain would usually mean the loss of one or two to her fellow goblins. She had the hides cleaned up by Strength, who was more than eager to slide a tentacle in and separate the parts, learning more of the creature as it does. Then she began the feast, in which she found that Tower’s maw leads directly to her maw, and the corpses it gulped down filled her stomach. She wasn’t complaining too much, enjoying the tasty meat filling her belly, uncooked as a fire would draw too much attention so close to the town. With little else she can do, she had Chariot search for a place to hide and digest, having her little bugs carry her to their temporary hide away to pass the night.
 
 
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The next day, Nis’s belly had done its job, nary a trace of her prior meal remained, and both Strength and Chariot had consumed the other corpses she had brought along, their bones littering the den. Thinking little else of it, Nis stood, still within Tower, and now carrying the bundles of wolf skin, she trudged back to the town to finally get in and register herself at a guild. She soon lost two hides to the greedy guards for passage, but she still carried the rest through the town, resisting the urge to gawk at the sights. Keeping her head down, she looked for the adventurer guild, soon finding a building marked with the same insignia she saw stamped on the card.
 
 
Nis grimaced as she stepped into the building, finding it all too similar to the training huts back at her clan, full of males preparing for combat or making merry. The humans were much more heavily armed though, and there are even a number of females in their ranks, all armed and dangerous. Nis gulped at the curious glances, trying to ignore them as she walked up to one of the counters and placing it down. She then spent a whole long while trying to reply to the many questions shot at her by the clearly annoyed guild staff, about any quests, identifications or if she wanted to sell.
 
 
Eventually, after being directed to a less used side of the hall, Nis eventually got everything sorted out. She sold her hides, got paid in these strange coins, and even got a fancy card for herself. Of course, she refused to remove the armor, getting strange looks from the staff handling her case, but showing that she could at least read helped push matters along, giving the excuse that she is mute and stuck in this cursed armor. The guild staff of course offered the service of getting the curse removed, but Nis declined the offer immediately.
 
 
With her tasks all settled, Nis decided to then inquire about dungeon delving, and got herself signed up for that side as well. She was only registered under the lowest rank, but it was fine by her. Taking a random quest to hunt some beast in the dungeon, she began to do them, ignoring the fervent warnings that she was taking too high a rank of a quest. That incident was the start of the rumors , joined with words from the survivors of a dungeon dive, the tale of the Silent Knight, the masterful monster slayer who never speaks a word.
 
 
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