Chapter One: The Beggining

'105+ DP'

The number displayed in front of me as confirmation of the adventurer's death, the body being carried away by a group of Goblins. It was a more or less common event now, at least one adventurer would become careless and loose their life as a result.

Just a few weeks before they only died a few days at a time, the adventurers that is. But this is a new dungeon, and building defenses aren't too cheap. The bright side, being I'm still alive. At least, I think that's a bright side.

"Is that bright side Steven?" I asked a stuffed animal on my chest. The Catalog told me it was a Red Panda. My hope and current goal is to one day find one and own it, as it is currently not in the creature tab. At least, not at my current rank.

I let a sigh escape my mouth as Steven -rather rudely- did not respond, even when I gave his fluffy head a pat. I stared back up at the screen above the door to the 'Boss Room', laying upside down in the 'throne' which was a stone chair with soft blue cushions on it.

This was essentially how I spent most of my time now, having enough goblins to not have to fight opponents myself, other than for one occasion last week. It was rather boring however, at least when I had to fight it was interesting. The possibility of death and leaving the world.

Apparently my home is known as a beginners dungeon. That's what I've heard from the adventurers anyway. Low ranking adventurers come here to train until either my dungeon gets to strong, they no longer find my dungeon beneficial enough for them, or I die. Speaking of which, they all seem excited to flip my off switch, as doing so has some sort of merit, apparently. I don't really know what it is though, I just hear them bragging to there party about how 'I'm gonna be the one to kill it', moments before dying in some stupid manner.

I gave Steve a boop on his little nose, looking up at him as his fake eyes glistened back.

"What would you like to do Steven." I asked, staring at him. "Oh, you're hungry huh? Yeah I could eat I s'pose." I pulled the Dungeon Catalog out, flipping to the food section. I could access it with my mind, but then Steven wouldn't be able to see.

"Bacon burger sounds good, ya?" I furrowed my brow at him. "What do you mean you're not hungry! You suggested it! Is a bacon burger! Steven! It. Is. Bacon!" I flicked his nose and let out a huff. "Fine, be that way." And proceeded to purchase a single bacon burger for myself.

'-10 DP'

"Say you're hungry then deny... whatever you little..." I grumbled to myself, my eyes narrowed at Steven as he stared expressionlessly back.

I didn't really have an appetite, but eating at least three meals felt normal for some reason. The burger appeared in front of me next to Steven. It always came in a metallic looking wrapper. I proceeded to grab it, unwrapping it and taking a bite.

"Have to say Steven, you really don't know what is being mis-" An alarm rudely cut me off, followed by the sound of the door being kicked in. I looked from Steven to the door, my neck lowering, touching the foot of the throne as I was still upside down.

"What the..." A rather confused looking girl with two small daggers, her foot still out stretched from kicking the doors open. Her face seemed to grow more perplexed the longer she stood there. I tilted my head at her as I ate my bacon burger, stroking Steven's head. The small person shook her head and then took a stance. She then charged towards me, her blades raised, ready to slash.

"YIIIAAAAHHHH!"

BANG

"It appears, I lost focus on screen. I blame you Steven." I let out a sigh, the hand that was stroking Steven, now out stretched holding a TT-30. The girl gasped on the ground now, holding a red stained hand on her torso. She looked up at me with a frightened expression, almost pleading with her green eyes. The sudden impact must have been to shocking for her to scream.

I let out a sigh and finished my bacon burger, readjusting myself and proceeding to stand up. I dusted my hat and suit jacket off, setting Steven on my shoulder, walking past the girl, resetting the door.

"w-What is that?" She stammered, trying to sit up, but falling back down, now realizing the hole went straight through. I held the TT-30 up in front of me, pointing the barrel up.

"This is TT-30. Small arms handgun that uses 7.62 x 25 bullet. It went into the Russian service in 1930, replacing Mosin Revolver." I pressed a button on the side, pulling the magazine out and showing her the rounds. I then fired the round that was still in the barrel, the bullet striking the wall on the other side. She started up at me with a mixture of confusion and terror as she saw what brought her down.

"Wh-what does any of that e-even mean!" She asked exasperated. I was starting to feel impressed by the conviction this small girl had to not die.

"I wonder same thing." I put the magazine back into the TT-30, chambering a round and aiming it at her head. "Little girl. Do me favor and ask God for me, ya?" And with that I discharged the round.