After hatching in the chaos of the dungeon, my seven adorable, weird, and occasionally stress-inducing kids were finally old enough to begin training.
As a rotten egg with the title of "Dad," I had one responsibility: teach them how to survive.
This world is cruel.
Especially to eggs.
They hatched one by one from mysterious shells.
Though there were originally twelve eggs, only seven hatched.
The rest... either disappeared or failed to grow.
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Here are my seven kids, along with their names and basic talents:
1. **Oyen** – bright orange. Can spit small sparks of fire. Unfortunately, he often sets his own tail on fire.
2. **Hitam** – has a hard shell and rolls really fast. Quiet, but suddenly crashes into things.
3. **Putih** – calm and gentle. Can release cold mist from his body. Side effect: makes the floor dangerously slippery… for all of us.
4. **Belang** – can camouflage with dungeon rocks. Often goes missing during training because he's too good at hiding.
5. **Abu** – jelly-like and elastic. Bounces around wildly when scared.
6. **Cimut** – can emit a weird trembling sound that makes small monsters dizzy. Sometimes… I get dizzy too.
7. **Lurik** – somehow creates little shadow illusions that look like him. Great for fooling enemies… or playing tag with himself.
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Today's training: dodging, attacking, and coordinated rolling.
> "Oyen! Stop burning dungeon grass! That's not food!"
> "Putih! That's enough mist—this isn't a boyband concert!"
> "Abu! Stop bouncing! I'm getting motion sickness while writing this report!"
Still, I'm proud of them.
They're small, silly, and sometimes make me want to scramble myself,
but they've got real potential.
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**Special Notes:**
- The kids' powers might evolve.
- They're stronger when together.
- I, the rotten egg, must always be their shield.
One day, these tiny, adorable eggs won't just be survivors.
They'll be feared rulers of the dungeon…
Or at the very least, not eaten.
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