The problem can be summarized quite succinctly: I’m too strong. 

And with that strength comes fame. 

I’m the dungeon that every adventurer dreams of conquering, and so, each day, hundreds swarm into me, of all classes and ranks, trying to reach my deepest depths, to find and destroy my core.

Naturally, all fail. I am the strongest, after all.

But that doesn’t mean I’m unscathed. Constantly, walls need to be repaired, traps need to be reset, monsters need to be resummoned, treasures need to be restocked. It’s always this, that or the other thing, each day, every day, for years at a time. And sure, all it requires is consuming some Dungeon Points, of which I have no shortage of supply, but I have to be the one to do it. 

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Me. Not my brain-dead, insentient summons. Me.

When I first reincarnated as a “Dungeon Core”, some decades ago, it sounded like fun, like a challenge. Create a base, fill it with goodies, and defend it against invaders. A promising premise.

In practice, however, it’s just tedious micromanagement. In fact, I’m pretty sure I have carpal tunnel in my brain; that’s how monotonously grinding this has all become. 

[Spawn] enchanted mythril sword for 1,000,000 DP?

“Yes.”

[Summon] adult red dragon for 1,000,000,000 DP?

“Yes.”

It never ends, and you know what? I’m bored.

There, I said it, and I’m not sorry. It’s just facts. So, I’ve decided. I’m through. I’m done. Not with being a Dungeon Core. Heavens no. Just this dungeon. I’m going to restart. Learn from this colossal blunder. Take a “craftier” approach in my next iteration. And from there, dominate the world. 

Sounds like a plan?

Well, if it’s your cup of tea, then enjoy the ride. Oh, and as for how I’m going to restart, if you’re wondering, that’s the easy part. 

Have you heard of this ninth-tier spell called, “Wish”?