It was all the goblins fault the little shit fucker.

My life was slipping in front of my eyes and that’s the last thing I thought. No life spanning flashbacks. No awesome slow-mo. No no the last person I thought about was that stupid motherfucker and 10 more unoriginal courses in between goblin.

Now I think I need to clarify that he wasn't an actual goblin…. Or should I say that he wasn't a goblin by species. He is a human just like every one in this world. The reason I mentally referred to him as goblin was because he shared a lot in common with the mythical being.

I’ll list them down for you.

1. Goblins are evil – he is evil

2. Goblins are cunning – he is also cunning

3. Short – Also shorty

4. At the bottom of the food chain – workes in Lower middle management….. So above me but still pretty low considering he was my fathers age.

Well At least if I am dead I don’t have to worry about upcoming yearly salary raise or lack of it. You see my goblin for a manager gave me a bad rating and salary raise depends on the rating given by your manager. I don’t Know why he did that. I was the most hardworking employ he had…. Ok maybe calling him goblin to his face at the office party was a bad thing. Also I don't think listing down several reasons for assigning the said name helped. In my defense I was drunk and we are all adults. He should have forgiven me or at least been professional about it. 

Hmmm…..

Why is dying taking so long. I don’t know why I was dying. I was walking home and then suddenly I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head. I fell nose first and then felt another sharp pain in my nose. My fall must have been comical I hape no one saw it. 

Or wait Someone saw it. May be they took me to the hospital and I’ll be saved. That would be nice. I guy can hope.

This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

A blue Screen popped up as if purpose built to crush my hope. 

You are dead.

As the realization of his death sank in, a strange mix of emotions washed over him. Anger, frustration, and disbelief surged through his mind. How could his life end so abruptly? It was unfair, especially considering his futile existence under the reign of that wretched goblin of a manager.

As his consciousness lingered in the void, he couldn't help but reflect on his life and the choices that led him to this point. He had always dreamed of achieving greatness, of making a mark on the world, but instead, he had become a pawn in the corporate game. He had toiled away, day after day, hoping for recognition and advancement, only to be met with disappointment and a petty grudge from his manager.

But now, fate had dealt him a curious hand. The blue screen before him, bluntly stating his demise, gave birth to a new reality. He was not simply dead; he had become something else entirely. He was now a dungeon core.

The words blinked on the screen, seemingly taunting him. Yet, amidst his anger, a glimmer of curiosity flickered within his soul. What did it mean to be a dungeon core? What powers and abilities would he possess in this new form? It was a chance to escape the shackles of his previous life and forge his own path.

The void began to shift and morph around him, gradually forming the landscape of a fantastical realm. He found himself suspended within a vast underground chamber, the walls pulsating with an otherworldly energy. It was his domain—a dungeon waiting to be shaped.

As he took in his surroundings, he sensed a deep reservoir of power within him, a potential waiting to be unleashed. He reached out tentatively with his newfound consciousness, discovering that he could manipulate the very essence of the dungeon. Stone shifted and rearranged at his will, and corridors formed and extended into uncharted territories.

Excitement mingled with trepidation as he realized the extent of his newfound abilities. He could create traps, monsters, and treasures within the depths of his dungeon. He could bend the laws of reality to his whims and create a labyrinthine maze that would challenge any adventurer foolish enough to enter.

But he also felt a pang of loneliness. He was now isolated within his dungeon, separated from the vibrant world he once knew. However, this solitude was tempered by the thought that he was free from the clutches of his goblin manager, liberated from the drudgery of a monotonous existence.

With a newfound determination burning within him, he vowed to rise above his past failures and prove his worth in this new realm. No longer a victim of circumstance, he would become a force to be reckoned with. The dungeon core would forge his own destiny and become a legendary figure in this realm of fantasy and adventure.

And so, as his consciousness merged with the pulsating heart of the dungeon, the former office worker embraced his transformation. He was no longer a mere employee, but a dungeon core with the power to shape his own story, and perhaps exact a measure of revenge upon those who had wronged him in life. The journey of the dungeon core had just begun, and it promised to be an epic tale of power, growth, and redemption.