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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)

They woke up bright and early and went to the pond cavern to wash. After which, Marcellus led Chavu out, his head full of plans. Only to see the gnomes rushing around the cave's entrance, and filling bamboo sprouts into a machine of some sort.

"System?" Marcellus asked. Confused as to the origin of the strange rectangular thing that had something like a line that spat out strange long, mini-hair brushes.

the system said, and she sounded like the cat that got the cream. <And I thought that it was a great idea to get a product line. So, I looked at the schemas available and found this. It moves by the will of my brain and Chavu's mana.>

"My mana," Chavu blurted out. "How much of my mana?"

Chapter 71: Making it... never mind, the daily grind calls.