Sooooo Zellana, after enjoying her stress relief, eventually sends her clone through the walls and into the outside world. It was relatively simple, the clone being level 999 has all of Zellana's abilities until it exited the rocky walls. Surprisingly, Zellana would not be able to move her clone through the walls depending on her area of influence. This little snippet is a small perk that allows the dungeon master to expand their dungeon in the surrounding area. The dungeon AI informed Zellana about her free one-time ability to make one pathway from her throne room to the outside world. Essentially, this will create the path to get into her dungeon. Instead of sending her clone through the walls, she could have used this method, but she did not want to expose herself just yet.

  Zellana has no clue to what the outside world is like in 2000 years. Hell, what happens if the world was decimated and there was no more life-

  That would be bad. Really bad. Because if there's no life, then there's no way to get dungeon points. Without dungeon points, Zellana is trapped here. Zellana trapped in her useless dungeon means no escape to other worlds because she has no way to acquire points meaning that she'll die from boredom. Extreme boredom.

  Praying that the world is still alive, Zellana swapped her mind into the clones. Blinded by a bright light and smelling the fresh air, Zellana stretches her arms out above her. Ahhhhhhhh! This is good! Life! Glorious life with all of its bright goddamn colors that made Zellana think of the beaches back on Earth before she returned here.

  AND IT'S FUCKING COLD!

  Wearing her bikini, the clone had no defense against such temperatures! Even if it's a small chill, she's shaking in her scant clothing. This was no way for a former Goddess of her stature. Hell, even her body shouldn't be displaying such weakness! It was... pitiful. For her body to freeze at such a puny cold front, it was a disgrace! She hissed, teeth clacking against each other. Hugging herself, Zellana eyes at her surroundings, hoping to find civilization. Sadly, there was nothing around her. No small village or town was in sight. Moving forward, Zellana was going to step into the new world of Tiapra...

  Until a goblin got in her way.

  Well, specifically, it shoved a damn dagger into her bare thigh, making the woman let out an anguished scream. As if the world itself wanted Zellana to understand what just happened, it flashes a familiar box in front of her.

  If she could, this wouldn't have happened! One, the goblin took the initiative while she was dazed by the blinding colors of Tiapra. Two, she has no clue if she could truly stop this goblin from stabbing her. And three, she wasn't goddamn ready for some green midget fucktard to just stab her right there and then! For fuck's sake, she just entered this world a couple of hours ago.

  The small green-skinned childlike creature gives a nasty smile, licking Zellana's blood off of its dagger. His yellow eyes reveal some sort of understanding that Zellana was weak. So utterly weak, the creature hopped in joy for such a nice, tasty meal. In more ways than one. Zellana, looking at the creature's body, showed a disgusted expression. The little abomination has his genital standing at attention. The goblin really wanted to do naughty things to her. She wouldn't mind if it was a girl goblin who earned it, but then again, she likes being dominant. Being submissive is a hell no, yet her situation can't change as much. Unable to pull her own stats, the goblin rushed her, swiftly cutting at Zellana's bare skin. Even if Zellana knows how to dodge the pathetic attacks, her clone's body did not have the agility or stamina to pull it off. After a minute or two, her clone's body starts to sweat and breathe heavily. Cuts are littered through her legs, arms, and chest, blood dripping off of her. Eventually, a sudden box slammed her with a debuff.

  Zellana fell onto the ground, watching the creature looming over her. His mouth ooze with saliva, dripping from the corner of its mouth. Yeah, he is definitely going to enjoy his section except the dungeon master gave him an evil smile in return. Confused, Zellana said two words to it.

  "Fuck... You..." Obviously, the goblin was momentarily confused by those words. It had heard those words before, hearing it from other victims it has raped or killed. The goblin would just have its way with them, making them beg. Of course, these are just words and it shouldn't faze the goblin, but something about Zellana gave him a lot of warning signs.

  Yet she wasn't anything special.

  Hell, he had raped a ton of females who had the same beauty as Zellana or something equal to it. This was nothing. The little man just shrugs his shoulder, going to shove his manhood into Zellana's mouth. The moment he tried to get his little wiener close to her, an explosion swallowed them up...

  "Well, that was disgusting." The real Zellana returned to her body, shaking away the horrible image she saw before her clone died. "Stupid goblins. If I ever get my hands on one of the vermins, I am going to make a sexy goblin. Skinny as stick figures with stupid dicks aren't nice to stare at." The AI bot stared at Zellana, keeping a relative distance away from her master so she wouldn't attempt any funny business again.

  "No matter. I might as well make a ton of clones and send them out into the world. I have a feeling that a bunch of them will die before they can reach civilization. The damn buggers... Why did fate screw me over and snatched away my dungeon core... Blasted system. Once I get my dungeon running, I am going to personally fuck the hell out of the poor woman who steps into my domain! Just you wait Tiapra, I will have my revenge! Or my entertainment! Or all of it! Bwhahahahahahahaha!"

  With that being said, Zellana sent her cheap-ass clones to the outside world...

  And it was a massacre. So many poor victims died before she could even pull up her status screen. Zellana would weep for her clones if they weren't so expendable. Her beautiful form was assaulted in so many different ways, it was sickening. The dungeon master made note of every goddamn creature that killed her, so she can create a sexier and better variant that wouldn't harm anyone in that way ever again. Or they would have that ability to hurt someone but that would be when it was time for war or something. Still, Zellana hated each encounter and death. Yes, she could feel it, was feeling it, but it wasn't her real body. Besides, she had her moments of pain since some of her girls were quite feisty. If one gives out pain, one must know what it is and be subjected to it.

  Oh, the many painful ways to die from all of these monsters though.

  A slime would slowly creep up on Zellana, devouring her foot, so it can melt that trapped limb before their victim can pull away. She bumped into three or four slimes that changed their approach in several ways. One of the slimes would shoot small droplets at her, making sure that its shots will melt upon impact. Another would split its body into two or more, slowly trapping the dungeon master clone until it was time to close in. And another slime will morph its body into a weapon and fire from a distance. No matter how the slimes attacked her, the end results were the same. They died in an explosion.

  One of Zellana's clones was stabbed by a skeleton, a necromancer trying to raise a couple dead bodies of adventurers he just killed. Of course, he was puzzled to how some low leveled girl just appeared before him, but he was going to add her into his collection. Making it sound creepy, Zellana gave the man a farewell gift. An explosion.

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  Another clone spawned in a war zone, dying and blowing up the moment she became a living being. Another clone died upon a magical trap, exploding with a louder explosion to burst the first one. Another was attacked by wolves, the pack finding her right when she came close to their home. Another clone was assaulted by goblins... again, blowing up the instant they tried anything funny. One of her clones just charged at the sight of goblins, getting sick of the bastards. Another clone just stood there and blow up-

  Yeahhhhh this wasn't going out too well. Zellana kept on transferring herself to a new clone once one died. The moment her clones stepped out of her influence and into the real world, the outside world of Tiapra, they died by some stupid bullshit. It was like the unknown deities of the universe wanted to see her in pain. Well, maybe they just want her to be trapped in her useless dungeon so she can finally die. Maybe, just maybe, the world was aware of her schemes and did not want another era of lesbomancy to spread once more. She was a huge movement in making the world acknowledge gay love and the like in the past. No matter, Zellana will stubbornly get her way even if the unknown deities will try to stop her. If those unknown entities are females, they're going to be in trouble...

  The dungeon master sat in her boring room of a dungeon, praying that a clone will succeed where the others have failed. Her hands start to craft another clone, but this one wasn't for the outside world. Setting this clone in her lap, she looks at her only LIVING, TALKING companion in the room.

  The AI robot.

  Yes, it might not be a true fleshy being like a succubus, a human, elf, dwarf, and other creatures, but this is the only sentient being that can talk to her for now. Zellana did not want to hug a metal sphere for comfort. No, that will not do. So, as the brilliant woman that she is, Zellana crafted a clone for the AI to get into. The one that was sitting in her lap right now. The AI, being aware of her special predicament and Zellana's needs, hugged the wall for her dear robotic, mechanical life. She did not want to be in a body again. The experience scrambled her circuits, confused her processors, and terrified her on so many levels. The fact that Zellana made her feel all of this through intercourse was not a satisfying method. The AI bot wanted such exposure with a living body, but not in the sexual or emotional support. If it was for science, curiosity, then the AI bot would have loved it, but no, she was traumatized by the overwhelming pleasures of sex and other small snippets. From that moment on, AI could never relish in her first moments of being inside a living body ever again.

  "NO! I will not be-" Ignored, once again, Zellana used her magic and forced the AI's soul to possess the clone's body. Feeling her limbs, breathing, smelling, having organic functions, the AI bot screamed again as Zellana locks a deadly hug around her captive. Frailing like a person who can't swim, Zellana makes sure her bot stays in her lap. Zellana, ignoring the AI bot and her streams of curses, decided to hug herself and get back to work. Even if her body was inactive, she can still trap her captive in her embrace.

  Huh? A clone was able to survive for a good three minutes. Swapping her mind, she goes to that clone...

  Opening her eyes, she can see the same familiar nature from before, but she was in a different area. Examining her surroundings, there was no impending doom or creature that will try to kill her just yet. She gives it another minute, trying to hear for any monsters lurking through the bushes or hiding behind a tree. Being relatively safe, for now, she pulls up her status screen.

  Zellana blinked at her stats. Terrible. Awful. Shit. Really bad. It seems like she could tamper around with a few settings like her name, hide the monster, dungeon, and lover tab, change her race, but other than that, she's stuck with what she got. Then again, this is a clone, so it was inevitable that it is this weak. Still, she was hoping for higher stats in a lot of ways. The sheer fact that everything is 10 across the board is great, just that these stats aren't even that great compared to a human's stat. Hell, a child could beat up Zellana. No joke, a child can wipe the floor with her. Kill her even. This could also explain why some low-level monsters could kill her so easily. Humans, even a level 1, could fend off against a goblin or slime with their bare hands. Well, not against the slime. Using your bare hands to strangle goo that can melt flesh isn't a smart idea.

  In the end, Zellana moved onwards. She hopes she can reach civilization with this clone. Maybe. There was no way she can kill something with these stats. The only possible way is if someone decided to toss a bunch of dead bodies her way, then maybe, just maybe, she can have some sort of chance. If one were to suggest the dead opponents her previous clones had faced, the enemies' bodies are completely gone. Zellana's explosions aren't normal explosions. These are special explosions that ensure that anyone within the vicinity will be erased completely from this world. Why would this former Goddess want normal explosions? Why would Zellana leave defilers alive? To exist when they surely try to do something to her majestic form? Nope. Not having it. Besides, she can't change what sort of explosion she can use. It's a permanent setting in her abilities. The only way to change it is if she has her dungeon, but she's broke.

  Anyways, Zellana has been wandering through the forest for ten minutes now. A new record of not dying to some asshole who didn't want Zellana to find civilization, yet she has no clue to where is this civilization. She shouldn't head in the direction that she came from since there's a mountain there and her buried dungeon (or what's left of it). So with that being said, she can go straight, left, or right from her current position.

  Before she can make any decision though, a gushing sound has caught her attention. Turning to it, she stares at a green slime that differed from the weak blue slimes from earlier. It is roughly around the size of a human child, being close to Zellana's waistline. Bones and sticks are sticking out of its outer membrane as a red core stands in the middle of its body. Forming three sharp tentacles, it locks onto Zellana.

  "You know... I think I am getting sick of seeing slimes." The fact that most of her clones died to slimes (the others dying mainly to goblins) disturbed the dungeon master. Was there a bunch of weak monsters in the area? Granted that this slime is a level 10 variant of the common level 1-5 blue slimes, but it is still generally weak for a wandering monster. It does have good properties to melt through the skin and some harder substances, but a darker color slime will be a bigger threat. Then again, she did bump into a necromancer and a skeleton that were above level 50, yet they're outliers to the overall population of monsters wandering about. From what Zellana encountered, this area has weak monsters for... leveling purposes? There could be many reasons to this, but she does want to narrow it down.

  Anyways, there's a giant slime that will kill her soon enough. This... she cannot avoid. As much as she wanted to, even if it is 'weak', this clone has no goddamn way to stop the green slime from killing her. Letting out a sigh, Zellana awaits her doom until someone shoves a magical spear right through the green slime. Zellana, blinking at the dying slime as its core was torn into two, looked for the caster who fired such a spell.

  "Hey, you alright?" The young man's voice reaches out to Zellana, seeing him wear-

  "Is that a uniform?" Zellana stares at the foreign person. No, she has seen these uniforms on a different planet. Hearing her inquiry, the young man with dark hair blinked at Zellana, realizing that she, too, came from Earth.

  "Holy shit, you're from Earth!" Zellana was going to object, but she was just saved by a summoned hero, right? It was like in those books people read back on Earth... Damn, she wanted to be saved by a charming gal, not a dude. The unknown deities are fucking with her. They have to be. Zellana, being the great former deity that she once was, played it off, smiling at the man.

  "Yes! You see, I was at the beach and then I got pulled in by something. The next thing that happened, I was pulled into this forest. I wandered around the place until I saw this monster, and you just happened to come out- Was that magic?" Acting like a normal civilian, Zellana displayed an expression of confusion, shock, and amazement in that order. The man approached Zellana, revealing a dark gakuran jacket with dark jeans and white sneakers. Guessing by the jacket, the man probably came from Japan. His pale skin, dark hair that spiked upwards hinted at the amount of hairspray used for his hairstyle. Funky volumized top? Something like that. Zellana was aware of certain styles back on Earth, but it was obvious that this man was not from around here.

  Is Tiapra still old? Like, do they use the generic fantasy medieval clothes still and other sorts? Zellana feels really old now. Really, really old. Just thinking about it did not ease her anxiety or curiosity to what Tiapra is right now. 2000 years. 2000 years since she last remembered this world and all it had to offer. The man, clueless to what Zellana is, just gives her a cheerful smile.

  "Yeah! It was magic! Do you know we're in some fantasy game!?" Yep, definitely a summoned hero. The world was reluctant about summoning other people from different worlds. Zellana guesses that they got over it and allowed these different beings to come into this world for... what exactly? She'll get her answer in due time if she can get on this guy's good side. Which is quite easy to do. Kid versus a former goddess... Money on Zellana.

  "A fantasy game? What do you mean?" Hinting at her age, Zellana plays the adult part of her. With a quick glance at Zellana's figure, one can say that she's an adult in her twenties or thirties. Blushing at his remark, the man scratches his head, flustered at his mistake.

  "A-Ah! I am sorry about that! I thought-"

  "Hey, Gen, what- Whoa." A party approaches them, showing several armored knights in silver full plate armor on armored horses. Their emblem suggests that the old factions that Zellana use to know are gone. The symbol that they bear had a griffin slaying a snake. One of those armored knights wore no helmet, displaying his white hair and old age. There are several boys and girls that are in this group that came from Earth. They vary in different sizes and culture. Zellana felt like she stumbled upon the generic 'the quest where the summoned heroes are out and about doing good' or something. It was like she was watching a scene from an anime. If they think she's one of them, she can easily slip into their group and gain more intel about the current state of Tiapra.

  And she can also play with the few girls who definitely caught her attention.

  At least she can explode in a whole different way now.