"System show the Empire's upgrade menu and how much it will cost." I ordered. While I tried to remain calm how much it pissed me off to see how casually the system restart by removing what was before... calm Jean. 

[Dungeon Empire Upgrades!]
Skill: 0/100 - Upgrade is 1 Point Per 10 DP
Discipline: 0/100 - Upgrade is 1 Point Per 10 DP
Combat Ability: 0/100 - Upgrade is 1 Point Per 10 DP
Spawn Rate: Every Hour - Decrease Time Between Spawns Are 1 Minute Per 10 DP
Number Spawned: 12 - Increased the Number Spawned 1 Person Spawned Per 50 DP

[Dungeon Points!]
Number of Points is 236.

With that figure still in my mind I was careful. I picked a handful of upgrades saving 156 points for the Dungeon herself.

[Dungeon Empire Upgrades!]
Skill: 2/100 - Upgrade is 1 Point Per 10 DP
Discipline: 2/100 - Upgrade is 1 Point Per 10 DP
Combat Ability: 1/100 - Upgrade is 1 Point Per 10 DP
Spawn Rate: Every 57 Minutes - Decrease Time Between Spawns Are 1 Minute Per 10 DP
Number Spawned: 12 - Increased the Number Spawned 1 Person Spawned Per 50 DP

[Dungeon Points!]
Number of Points is 156.

Giving them a slight increase should help in the long run as well with the three-minute decrease in spawn time allowing more to come... this is a completely long-term idea...

Before I could move on, I noticed something out of the corner. Someone was near, gasping it with telekinesis I dragged it into the open, showing a rough looking blue man. With a simple use of the system, I was slightly stunned by its answer.

[Target Analyzed!]
Party size: 1
Allegiance: None/Wanderer

Though surprised that this man was not affiliated with anyone it just meant he was more dangerous as he has nothing to lose by attacking me and everything to by winning, keeping a tight grip on him, as to not allow to move a muscle. Drawing my sword, I stabbed it though his chest, the sternum gave out instantly followed by his heart.

Where there is one desperate man a hundred follow. Withdrawing my sword from his chest and sent his body to medical. Closing my eyes, I release a breath and flex of my hand an almost visible wave flew out, after not getting any returns from the wave, I walked back onto Phoenix.

Just walking back through the ship towards the second deck to finish it off. Effectively turning it into a full-on science deck, is medical aboard most colony ships need to examine most of the flora and fauna, to ensure their safe consumption by humans... but I guess in my case it would be "how to weaponize it against other races", nevertheless I make my way towards the slabs where I've been keeping the dead locals.

…

Several hours later.

…

With arms and chest covered in blue blood, glancing down at the bodies. Side by side, the locals... called furthermore identified as "Protoss". The Protoss are almost identical to humans... but instead of two lungs they had one that is about eighty percent larger than a human lung and seeing them in combat maybe... twice as effective, with the space left over is where a new organ which seems to be for their Mana storage.

No race I met or killed before had such a thing, all had a Mana stone which is meant just to allow the race to use Mana... but Mana itself was never stored within them. Maybe this realm is different than my second life...

Back to the new organ, it serves no real purpose to the body outside of storing Mana, but unlike the stones due to its biologicals nature it could be trained like a muscle... though compared to other specimens the Templars has this organ enlarged with clear signs of surgery and scaring. Best assumption is that the Templars are recruited from families where Mana storage supersedes all else and from there... train to weed out those less useful and spend more resources upon those who made it.

That would explain the shriveled thing found with the wanderer, most likely born small and due to lack of use shrank even further, well like any muscle, "You use it or lose it".

Which leads my too the other finding, at first the hair that came from the tops of their head... I thought was just that hair. But cracking it open to said "hair" was connected to the brain with most if not all attach to the parts of the brains where speech would be for a human or most races that have a mouth.

But nonetheless. It was good to make such a discovery. Looking back over the bodies the other thing that stuck out was the lack of a digestive system which allowed the space for their organ. They have food... I saw it at their camp. Unless they break it down another way.

As I mused on the fact, I could hear the telltale steps of boots. I didn't look up from the corpse as across the slab a pale white uniform appeared with bandaged arms grasping the slab.

"So?" Erika asked, her voice still tired as if she hadn't sleep for a day.

Glancing up at her, the bags around her eyes told me she had woken recently. "Eeh." I reply, with a shrugg. "The Protoss are weird. They almost seem manufactured I'm not sure they shouldn't be able to live... "

With a raised eyebrow, I began to tell her everything I'd found with the Protoss biology and expressed my confusion, over their ability to live.

Until Erika asked a disturbing question, "Do they live off Mana?"

"That shouldn't be possible. Only we should be able to live off Mana." I answer, half unwilling to believing that fact could be someone could be possible but where there is impossibility it becomes possible. "Fuck..." I mutter, "Who would have made them then?" My words causing a concern as the idea that someone was willing to do this meant only two people would have the power to do this.

A species of Master geneticist, while unlikely but completely impossible knowing what some races had if her memory served her right. Which leads to the other ones, a God made them for a reason. Best idea would be a God that was born by the believe of the Protoss in a God... but unlikely as no God of a race would tamper with their own people... unbecoming of them as it would show they don't believe their people could survive without the most direct divine intervention.

Since we both had the same line of thought, it meant that some other God raised these people from the primordial shit and evolved them... by Mother the creatures on the moon must be the same... but what would be the point. Unless a God felt he wanted to be something more...

"A Mortal Form." I said aloud. If he can create a form to prosses then have the creatures eat it... "Both combined would-be a... Oh, Mother what God-like fuckery did I get involved in..." I'll have to get into contact with mother for help about the laws within the realm.