Hello Fellows,

first of all I'm sorry that I dissappered without a word. I had two buisiness trips overseas back to back. When I came back I wasn't really motivated to continue.

I started the story because I wanted a dungeon story where the reader could understand the rules of the world and the decisions the MC made. My main problem as the story progessed was that all the rules made writing a lot less fun than at the start of the story. For example, I had these formulas how many new floor space Neo could control with each dungeon level. At the start, it was fun to think about stuff to fill the floors. But later on, as the space got a lot bigger with each level, it became more and more like work. It was like: "Oh shit, after the level up I have 100k m² floor space that I have to fill. I have to come up with something."

Maybe, a solution would have been to automate the process. But at the time, I didn't think about that.

This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

For my overall plan where I wanted the story to go:

My concept was that the world was some kind of purgatory. Everone that died went there. It was almost endless and if you died, you just were reborn somewhere else on the world and you lost your memorys. Whille with higher ranks, the people could regain their memory of their last life outside purgatory, it was not possible to remember a life in purgatory.

Neo would have continued to grow his dungeon, attack other dungeons and take them over. In the long run he would get back control of his dead former body.

He would have later found out that there were a few mega dungeons that functions as a seal for the world. He decided to take them over and became the only dungeon that would seal the world. Then after a long timeskip, he would become tired of living and would have decided that enough is enough and destroyed himself to free everyone.

I started a new story and I'm hoping I'm not making the same mistakes again. I won't promise anything, because in the end, I just write for fun and to relax a bit.

The story is called Reluctant visitor and you can find it on this page.