Internet Mage Professor-Chapter 111: Floor monster eggs

"What do you mean?" Nolan asked, still staring at the blue-stained egg.

Lirazel’s eyes darted nervously. She backed away from the pulsing eggs, her fingers trembling, clutching her own arms tightly. "I thought this was a normal beast spawn. I really thought it was just a rare mutation, nothing dangerous. I didn’t think that... I didn’t think that it—"

Her voice stopped abruptly.

"No, I can still do it... I can still do it!" Lirazel said as she pointed her claw at one of the eggs. But she wouldn’t hurt it... "Don’t do it now... please... don’t... we are not ready yet... Master Nolan and I aren’t ready for this!" she added.

A soft glow of crawling purple aura emanated from her shared bat-like fingers, trying to focus on the eggs like a snake. When it found its target, it snapped forward its head, but suddenly, Lirazel stumbled back!

"What?"

Then, despair painted her face.

"Noooo...!"

Almost immediately, there was a subtle movement from one of the eggs.

Then—

A sound.

A crack.

A wet, sickening crick echoed through the chamber.

Then another.

Nolan turned sharply.

The other two eggs—red and silver—vibrated violently.

"They are too?" He mumbled.

And then it began.

The red egg, the one brimming with chaotic mana, shuddered as spiderweb cracks spread across its shell. Inside, something thrashed. Ferocious. Unnatural.

A single black claw pierced the shell, curling upward like a blade forged from nightmares.

Shadows bled from the fissures, oozing like ink into the air.

The energy felt wrong, it was wild, it was uncontrollable—like pure rage without a shape.

The silver egg pulsed once, twice, and then a sharp snap rang out as the shell caved in from the inside.

A flash of white-hot mana burst out, disorienting Nolan’s senses. It wasn’t just a creature. It was mana incarnate.

The thing inside hadn’t even emerged, but its spiritual pressure was already cracking the obsidian floor beneath it.

Nolan stepped back instinctively.

But Lirazel—she was frozen.

Her lips moved, but barely above a whisper. "This is bad... this is bad... terribly bad!"

"What’s bad?" Nolan asked, slowly turning toward her. "What the hell is going on?"

But Lirazel didn’t answer.

Her pupils had shrunk into tiny points. Sweat rolled down her neck. Her wings drooped, and she was whispering incoherently.

"This is... not supposed to happen... not this soon... no, no... not the trio..."

Nolan moved toward her. "Hey, hey, focus! What’s bad about the eggs?"

She snapped her gaze to him, her chest heaving.

"Nolan," she said, as if the words were being dragged out of her lungs. "Let’s–"

"No way!" Nolan recoiled. "Stop trying to turn every crisis into a horny side quest. I’m not wasting my lifespan just to—"

"I’m not saying let’s breed! It’s too late for that! We are far too late for that!" Lirazel screamed, voice shrill with panic. "The three eggs... they’re not normal dungeon beasts. They’re not rare monsters. They’re dungeon floor spawn monsters!"

Nolan blinked. "Floor monsters?" He thought of dungeon stories and dungeon games. Are they floor guardians? But looking at Lirazel, he asked, "So? That just means they’re stronger, right?"

"No!" Lirazel shouted, now pacing in jagged circles. "You don’t understand. Dungeon floor spawns are like keystones! If they hatch and mature, they don’t just fight monsters, they conquer them. They’re designed to overwrite existing dungeon hierarchies and turn the entire floor ecosystem in their favor."

Nolan’s heart sank. "Meaning?"

"Meaning—" Lirazel turned to him, face pale as bone, "—every demon spawn within sensory range will know they’re here. They’ll feel it. The pheromones, the mana trail, the signature—it’s all wrong! It’s too strong! The eggs weren’t complete yet, but now, after that—" she gestured wildly at the bloodstained blue shell, "—they’ve awakened prematurely. And now..."

Her wings curled in tightly.

"They’ll come for us. Every single one. Not to capture. Not to bargain. They’ll come to destroy us! Along with the three eggs!"

Nolan felt the floor sway beneath him. The temperature had dropped without him noticing.

"You’re saying... they’ll attack? Just because of the eggs?"

"They have to," Lirazel said. "These three... these are kingmakers. If they hatch, their existence will destabilize every demonic faction on this continent. All the old contracts, the balance of power—it’ll all be thrown into chaos."

"But I thought demon spawns didn’t know about each other’s operations?" Nolan frowned. "Wasn’t that the whole reason you could hide here?"

"They don’t. Normally." Lirazel’s voice dropped into a hush. "But these things emit a mana-pulse that’s deeper than aether. It’s... primeval. Territorial. It resonates across layers. Once that pulse reaches the threshold, their enemies—my enemies—our enemies... they’ll feel it. Even if they don’t know what it is, they’ll come."

She looked toward the eggs again.

The chaos egg let out a hiss of black smoke.

The silver one glimmered with pulses like a heartbeat.

"And they’ll come ready to die," Lirazel said, her voice barely audible.

Nolan shook his head. "That’s insane."

"It’s not," she said softly. "It’s inevitable."

Nolan turned his gaze back toward the three abominations in their fragile shells. "Then what do we do?"

Lirazel exhaled shakily. "Prepare."

"For what?"

She stared at him, her face strangely composed now.

"A bloodbath."

Nolan felt his stomach twist. "Wait—so we’re done with the whole breeding thing now, right?"

Lirazel gave him a dry look. "Yes. It’s too late for that. The eggs will hatch by dawn."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes!"

"So fast?" he asked, stunned.

"They’ve been absorbing ambient dungeon mana for months. They’re fully formed. What you saw just now—" she pointed to the broken blue shell, "—was the trigger. The signal to awaken the rest."

Nolan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fantastic."

"They’ll be born combat-ready. But not strong enough to protect themselves yet. That’s our job."

"Great. Babysitting monsters during a demonic siege. Lovely. Can’t wait."

Lirazel’s expression turned grave. "They won’t just come with armies, far worse than that. They’ll send every single one of their elites. All of them! Even the leaders! The ones who’d rather die than see new rulers born."

"But I thought they don’t know about each other?" Nolan pressed again. "That’s what you always said." freewebnσvel.cøm

"I did," she admitted. "But this is different. They’ll know something is wrong. The pheromones are not subtle, Nolan. They’ll smell me. And they’ll definitely smell you."

Nolan was about to reply when a strange pulse shook the den again, like a heartbeat echoing through stone.

He turned slowly toward the eggs.

The remaining two had stopped moving... but something else had replaced the silence.

A feeling.

Of watching.

Of waiting.

Something inside those shells wasn’t just alive—it was aware.

Nolan took one step back.

Lirazel whispered, "They’ve already begun dreaming."

"...Dreaming?" he echoed.

"Yes. That’s how dungeon lords are born. In lucid dreams. Their minds form before their bodies finish."

And then the realization hit him like a rock to the chest.

They weren’t just monsters.

They were kings in the making.

He didn’t even know what that meant!

But every enemy demon spawn in range... would do anything to snuff them out?

Even at the cost of the lives!?

Nolan stood there, frozen in place.

Speechless.