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Naga can be many things. Yet, none had ever been a dungeon core. 

Chavu is one, after two hundred years of service to the old one, which was smashed as he napped in his pond cavern. 

Marcellus greets him with a bloody sandal, yet, Chavu has never felt too much fear of anything. Well, maybe of flutes, but that is a perfectly reasonable fear.

Together with a gnomic colony, and a prince who doesn’t quite know what he is doing, Chavu will take up the system, or, the snappy auntie, as he calls her, on her challenge. 

Does he have what it takes to survive as a dungeon core? Will he rake in a profit? 

This is a journey of a dungeon core, who doesn't play by the rules!

For Nagas: How to Survive Your Dungeon! (BL)

"There is something I have to tell you," Marcellus whispered. Not wanting to speak but knowing that the lies would just build a ledge between them.

"I am listening," snuggled in Marcellus's arms, Chavu looked like he belonged. The Naga had never killed anyone, unlike Marcellus. That weighed heavily on Marcellus's mind.

"The reason behind the system, tricking me into servitude, was..." Marcellus began, and Chavu sucked in a breath.

"System, undo this travesty right now. Give Marcellus the standard package," Chavu demanded.

"And, why not?" Chavu snapped. How could the system force someone into servitude like that? For how long has it been going on?

<Let him tell you what he did. Then, you will understand,> Chavu heard a beep in his head, which told him the system had logged off. He grumbled under his nose about it for a whole minute, and then turned to Marcellus.

Chapter 39: Confession