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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)

Chavu didn't find the pond's waters as comfortable as he used to. Or the pond's bottom as good a bedding as he had, for the last two hundred years.

He turned around and sighed. Bubbles went to the surface, and he found he couldn't sleep. The system had told him what was happening. Had shown him a screen with the task Marcellus was undertaking for him.

So far, things didn't seem too dangerous. Yet, Chavu felt like things could change. He didn't like the task that was going to test Marcellus's strength, the one about his agility did not sound all that calming, either.

Chavu got up, and got out of the water. Then, he slithered aimlessly. What if Marcellus lost, and the Lich got him? What if the giant crushed him? Chavu had been happy when the werewolves got disqualified. For, they wouldn't be able to attack Marcy.

The Naga knew that Marcellus underestimated the gruff demihumans. That he thought them stupid and weak. But there lay the danger.

Chapter 52: What has been pushed away.