well as my writer said this story will start with an introduction, my name is sam cord i was your normal 20ish years old,a little fat but still a hard worker, had my friends and liked the whole fantasy,manga and comics genre(obviously),no bullies,no family abuse, just a normal guy.now i died in an explosion from an oven gas leek at work it was all over the news apparently the blast killed more than 15 people either by debris or in my case the blast.

if u think that when u die god is a beautiful women (yes I'm looking at you), your wrong.

everything's almost mechanical you wake up a white soul (i was a good boy ;) sitting in front of a scale that measures your life, its like a job interview only your dead and its either hell or heaven.

I was waiting for the scale to tip when all of a sudden two trumpets appeared out of nowhere and a giant "congratulations" appeared.

all of a sudden a winged man calls me "sam cord soul number 3.14.... you have been randomly selected to reincarnate in a new world".

Now he looked kinda shady so i thought i was good enough to get to heaven. "hey don't ignore me" said the flying pig, "wait weren't you a bird just now?", ok listen here you little asshol* i know it looks bad okay?.

Blame the creation god for becoming a fan of your worlds anime culture, also my name is matron the god of dungeons

or at least the version that doesn't make your soul explode and believe me heavens over rated,its almost as boring as your life, (ouch).

Anyway your number came up in the lottery

and you've been chosen to reincarnate as a dungeon on "fantasia" a world stuck in the medieval times only with magic,mana and other kinds of energy, nothing important for the current you.

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So the only privilege you have as a dungeon born with a sentient soul is choosing a location and your guide/dungeon fairy.

Now good luck, you'll start as a cave with one room and and an entrance.

Everything faded and it felt like the worst hangover ever, even after a wild party.

I woke up and found myself in a white empty room, my room connected to a treasure room on the other side sat the most beautiful woman i have ever seen the only inhuman feature were her pupils that were slits (like a lizard).

So your sentient ha? I'm calamity the oldest dungeon master in fantasia.

Listen well youngling this cause i won't repeat myself,I'm tired and u need to start.

On fantasia everything generates mana depending on its mood or feeling( negative mana by sadness and positive for happiness), our job as dungeons is converting that "tainted" mana to pure mana free of charge.

Mortals give you extra and a reaction to natural causes give you extra.

You use the pure kind for building or convert it to an element and use that (water for drinking...).

Now that I've explained our job where do wanna start?.

all the information was a bit much for so little time and for all i understood i needed mortals for a fast development and advancement.

while i was considering to spawn in the middle of the city calamity said, "beware of the mortals if your too weak they will chain you to their will and you'll be a gold factory", she glared at me and i instantly forgot about the city, after all i'm nobody's slave and as a fan of the genre I'm planing to enjoy this life to the fullest.

I chose a forest with mountains surrounding it, in a 3 day walk from farmlands and civilization.

good luck and for the rest ask your fairy she might know by deafult and remember beware of matron he will test you if he's bored,What the hell he's an asshole.

Thanks was last word i could say before i blacked out again, time to start this new life and live it the fullest.