Chapter-1

Pain. That was the first thing I felt. A deep, searing pain that burned through every fiber of my being. Then, as quickly as it came, it vanished—replaced by an eerie weightlessness, as if I were floating in an endless void.

I opened my eyes to a vast, starry expanse. There was no ground beneath me, no sky above—just an infinite darkness speckled with light. Before I could even begin to process what was happening, a voice, neither male nor female, echoed all around me.

"Welcome, lost soul."

I turned, but there was no one there. Just the voice, reverberating in my mind.

"You have died."

Those words sent a chill down my nonexistent spine. Died? How? My memories were hazy, like a dream slipping through my fingers. The last thing I remembered was... a truck? The classic truck-kun scenario?

"You have been chosen for reincarnation."

That caught my attention. The voice continued, emotionless yet powerful.

"You will be sent to a parallel world, one similar yet vastly different from your own. A world where dungeons exist as a fundamental part of society. And as compensation for your untimely death, you shall receive a gift—one fitting for a creator."

A bright light enveloped me, and suddenly, knowledge flooded my mind.

I saw images of towering dungeon gates appearing in cities, adventurers venturing inside to slay monsters, nations built around the riches and dangers hidden within. And then I saw my power—my "gift."

[Divine Architect]Unlimited points to create dungeons of my own design.Unlimited power to shape and populate them with creatures, treasures, and entire worlds.

My breath hitched. This wasn't just some overpowered cheat skill—this was the power of a god. I could recreate anything from my imagination. The worlds of anime, video games, books, movies… anything I had ever seen or dreamed of could become real within my dungeons.

The possibilities were endless.

Before I could ask any questions, a golden door materialized in front of me. The voice spoke one last time.

"Your journey begins now."

The door swung open, and I fell—plummeting through a tunnel of light, my body reforming, reshaping. My heart pounded with exhilaration.

A new world awaited. And I would shape it as I pleased.

I sat up abruptly, my breath coming in short gasps. The warm sunlight streaming through the window painted golden streaks across the wooden floor of a modern apartment. My apartment? No… not mine. But it felt familiar.

I ran a hand through my hair, only to stop mid-motion. My hands—these weren't my hands. They were larger, more defined, stronger than I remembered. A mirror hung on the wall opposite the bed, and I forced myself to my feet, legs slightly wobbly.

The reflection staring back at me was… me, but not quite. I looked older than I remembered—around 22, with sharper features, a lean yet muscular build, and a hint of stubble on my chin. The body felt natural, yet completely foreign at the same time.

Memories flooded in. Rome. I was here on vacation. But something was off. This wasn't the Rome I knew.

Pulling open the window blinds, I took in the breathtaking view of the Eternal City. The Colosseum stood proud in the distance, its ancient stones bathed in the morning sun. But surrounding it were massive dungeon gates, towering portals of swirling energy, seamlessly integrated into the city's skyline. Skyscrapers were built around them, adorned with neon lights flashing rankings, warnings, and advertisements for dungeon expeditions. Flying drones patrolled the streets, broadcasting the latest hunter rankings.

My chest tightened. This wasn't the Rome I had visited. This was a world where dungeons had existed for decades—where hunters were the modern-day warriors of society, delving into the unknown to fight monsters and claim their rewards.

Then, another rush of memories hit me. I was a hunter.

Not an elite one, not some S-rank monster slayer, but a respectable B-rank from Spain. That meant I was competent—strong enough to clear dungeons without relying too much on others—but in the grand scheme of things, I was nothing special. The world's strongest were the S-ranks, the ones who shaped the balance of power.

A buzzing sound filled the room, and I turned to see a sleek black hunter ID card resting on the bedside table. Picking it up, the holographic display flickered to life, showing my name:

[Alejandro Vargas]Rank: BAffiliation: IndependentNationality: Spain

I clenched the card in my hand, my mind racing. The system that had reincarnated me had given me a life that already existed in this world. I wasn't just some random guy thrown into a fantasy land—I had a history, a reputation, and an identity here.

Then, I remembered the screen that had appeared before I woke up.

[Welcome, Administrator. Would you like to create your first dungeon?]

I took a deep breath. This wasn't just about survival. This was about creation.

I had Divine Architect. The power to forge any dungeon I could imagine, to bring worlds from fiction to life.

I opened my palm, and a glowing blue interface materialized before me, resembling a game editor. A list of settings appeared—terrain, monsters, rewards, difficulty. I could start small or go all out.

I grinned.

"Let's start with something simple."

I tapped the interface.

[Creating Dungeon: Beginner's Trial.Location: Unoccupied lot, outskirts of RomeTheme: Fantasy ForestMonsters: Goblins, Slimes, Low-tier UndeadBoss: Hobgoblin Chieftain]

A wave of energy surged through me, and I felt the dungeon take form in the world. I had just created my first dungeon.

And this was only the beginning.