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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)

Marcellus blinked, and then blinked again. Rotting teeth, check. Ribs showing off under leathery skin, check. Green glowing eyes, check.

Also, there was a giant in there, a couple of rough-looking humans, probably werewolves, by the stench of them. An elf, who looked out of place. And the dwarven guild master of the adventurer's guild. The guild master never told them his name, despite taking their money for the protection of the dungeon.

Marcellus made his way to him, as the crowd booed.

"What is this? A vampire? We wanted to see the royals battle it out, not all these mobs," he heard someone yell. This was by far the kindest thing that was said about them.

"Mobs? Who are you calling mobs? Dwarves are no mobs!" The guild master yelled, brandishing his two-handed hammer. Marcellus cleared his throat, and the dwarf turned to him.

Chapter 50: Battle royale