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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)

"Well, would you look at that?" the giant asked, and pointed at the still smoldering grass.

Marcellus regarded the man coolly. The giant just took another gulp of his beer, before shaking his head.

"Did you hope that either Khubun or Alinar will come over to chat?" Marcellus accused. There was no way that the giant would not smell the poison. Marcellus had smelt it, but he had wanted to be sure.

"I didn't expect anyone tonight. Vampire, if you accuse me one more time, I will introduce you to my hammer," the giant all but growled at him. Then, he took another gulp.

"This is a nasty tournament," Marcellus said, going to sit on one of the chairs around the table, with all the poisoned food and drinks before him.

"To think, the roasted pig is big enough for me to savor it. But that stench coming from it put me off," the giant pointed at a big pig with an apple in its mouth. "Waste of food."

Chapter 56: Plots uncovered.