Bab 94: Monke and Battle Royales (5)

After bringing the logs back to camp, it took another hour to turn the logs into planks and have Prixais meld them with the edge of the flooring.

Looking up at the treehouse I made, with the help of Prixais, of course. I almost shed a tear from the wailing child spirit in my heart about wanting to build a treehouse once in my life.

Even if it wasn't my human life, what mattered the most was that I was able to make my very own treehouse, no matter how shit or temporary it looked.

I'm gonna build a treehouse in my Dungeon without using the Dungeon's auto-place building feature, dammit. Then, me and Domino could move in there, with my trusty hammock hanging from a thick branch strong enough to support my weight multiplied ten-times over.

"Well, it's not the most eye-catching building I've seen in my life, but it'll do." Prixais commented as she stared at the temporary shelter I had made with her help.