I woke up. Body felt numb and immovable. I can't feel my face, my hands and legs. Where am I?
Is this Heaven? Hell? Purgatory?
I remember... My life before. I was average. Had a good family, good job and life. I remember being a Game Dev. Wanting to make a Dungeon Management game...
I... Think I died peacefully, passing the torch to my kids.
Aw man. I kinda want to make it myself.
Looking around I see that I am in a cave. But I can't seem to find the source of the glow. Every time I turn to look for it it seems to be coming from behind me. Or...am I glowing?! Huh? This feels familiar weirdly enough.
With a little chime a blue box appears and hovers in my vision. Like a game UI you'd see in every JRPGs, wait, that's my design isn't it?
Core System booting
Welcome, Core 69420. Please designate Dungeon name. _________
I blink for a second. Oh damn, I was Isekai'd. I've read enough mangas to know the tropes and all but to be actually in it is just... Wow. This is so cool.
I... Think that's how my game even starts. It'll be cool if I am reincarnated into my game but... Let's not be to happy now. Temper expectations, calm yourself and take this seriously.
Also, funny sex weed number.
Huh, I think I have a name for this dungeon...
Change Dungeon name to "ULTRASEX WEED PALACE"? Y/N
Okay I said I was gonna be serious but c'mon it's a funny name. How can I not put it in.
Core System Starting Initial Run Sequence.
Welcome Core 69420. Congratulations on establishing Dungeon ULTRASEX WEED PALACE! Do your best not to get shattered. Think Status to bring up your Dungeon information. If you require assistance think Dungeon Mechanics and an index with relevant information will be provided. Good luck with your new life.
And with that the box vanishes. I wait for a few minutes in case it returns, but it doesn't. Ok. Time to unpack.
I'm in another world. I'm a dungeon core. There's a blue box acting like my UI in my game.
Shit I'm getting jittery and excited for this. I have never played a Dungeon Management game that I can stick with. Heck, the game I made was a way so I can play a real and proper Dungeon Management game, with custom monsters, Dungeon design, etc. Sue me.
I suppose I need to see what I'm capable of first. "Status". Alright. The box has appeared. Time to see what I'm working with.
ULTRASEX WEED PALACE Status
Current Dungeon Points: 50 DP
DP Generation:5 DP/Day
Floor Count:1
Room Count:1
Monster Count:0
Monster List Expand
Dungeon Skill List Expand
Huh, not a lot, guess I'm technically a baby noob here. So, Dungeon Points, I'll use those for upgrades and summoning monsters, kind of like my game. DP generation, it's not ideal, so I need some intruders here. Hopefully monsters aren't too expensive, I need to make sure I'm defended. Or should I defend? Honestly I'm not sure where in the cave am I, am I somewhere with a lot of people or isolated?
Hmm... Guess I'll read that Dungeon Mechanics thing the system mentioned. Oh, there it is again. Didn't even say it aloud this time. A large amount of information is shoved into my head, nauseating, but doable. Apparently when it said it'd provide the index, it meant it's shove it straight into my brain. Compact and solid. don't have a brain anymore...
into my Core then.
Oh. It's gone already. And...now I know just about everything about being a dungeon core. Nice. I can custom made my monsters! That'll make my plan easier. Now...what do I do for my first monster?
Steps, Steps
Huh? Is someone there? Already?! Oh shit! It's a four man group. All guys and they look like vets with those scars. Their armors seems to match, looks like a mismatched of Knights in Red Armor.
"Haha! Finally the Dungeon Core. It's MINE!"
Oh c'mon dawg. I just started. But as I close my nonexistent eyes in fear, one of the man. A scholar looking Knight moves faster than the Man with the Javelin closing in on me. He backed himself to me and yelled at the Javelin man. "BY GAIA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING THE CORE?! ARE YOU STUPID?!"
"W-w-what?!" The Javelin Man stops his attack. "Brenner what the fuck man?! I'm getting my prestige!"
"Prestige my ass! You won't get prestige from cracking a Newborn Dungeon Core. Dumbass. That'd be like destroying a Dragon Eggs when you can sell it or make an omelette.
"Hmmm... Dragon Omelette." The burly Heavy Knight behind the Javelin Knight commented, he pats his stomach, I can hear him licking his lips. And I can't blame him, Omelettes are delicious when seasoned properly.
"You serious?! I thought we were here to exterminate Dungeon Cores."
"DANGEROUS DUNGEON CORES! THE DUNGEON BREAK ONES AND THE ONES THAT'S OFFICIALLY BEEN DEEMED A HAZARD TO SOCIETY. NOT THIS BABY!"
I'm not a baby though.
"Look" Brennan sigh, "We're here to check on the Newborn Core. See if anything is wrong with it, check it's health, if it changes, etc and go back to Town to Report. That's it."
"What?! That's lame as fuck." The Javelin Knight sigh.
"Oh I'm sorry, who asked me to bring them along to my Job? Was it Fergus? Was it Priest Prav? Or was it the Drunkard Jav and his massive fucking ego who begged me on his drunken stupor?!"
"...Jeez man you don't have to grill me like that." Jav pressed his fingers together guiltily.
"Sorry alright? Dungeon Research is a big passion of mine. I don't want anyone to mess with it."
"I am sorry for almost... Well y'know. Breaking the Core." Jav sheath his Javelin back to his back.
"Thank you. That's all I ask." Brenna nodded.
Man, if only I had popcorn, that was entertaining. And I'm glad I'm not getting shattered.
"Well I vote we shatter the Core." Priest Prav, the Holy looking Knight among the group with slanted eyes suddenly speaks up, which catches the grunts and disappointed sighs of the rest, Jav and Brennan especially.
"Prav please. Can we not argue about Dungeon morality for one day?!" Brennan pressed his nasal bones and closed his eyelids. "We do this everytime we visit a Dungeon Research. We get it, it is against your religion."
"It's sacrilege against the Gods." Prav added, which makes Brennan twitch in anger.
"Yea? For ONE of your god. 'Sides, Dungeons are how Adventurers get paid and geared to the absolute best anyways. What with the exclusive material and all."
"That overused point again, Brennan? Really? Clearly you haven't been updated with the times as The Holy Goddess' Church had finally replicate every material the Dungeon provides." Prav waved his hands to point at his priest outfit, "Take my garment for example, Arachna Steel Silk. All came and produced locally by the finest of tamers."
"And pray tell where these tamers and the Arachna Steels came from?"
"...The Spidernest. Okay look, we may need to breed a few more Spiders locally before cutting the Dungeon supply, but the Tamers on the other hand-"
"Aren't Tamers Guild built inside dungeons? The ones here came from the East Ranch Fortress isn't it?" Jav finally says something.
"...Okay, we still need-"
"Prav, I swear to Gaia and the 12 Gods. You keep this up I am going to take two podium out of my Hammerspace and we'll settle this until A new Demon Lord rise or either one of us die of old age."
"...So you're willing to debate?"
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