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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)

"Your next event will be a traditional bread making competition," the mayor said, as the children left with their flower belts. Many women now had them wrapped around their waists, sporting warm smiles on their faces.

"A competition? Mayor, I don't believe that..." Chavu was not good at baking. The dungeon didn't have an oven, and he had not done much baking before coming to it, either.

"The grandmothers who sang for you will showcase their skills. Dungeon core Chavu, you will taste the bread, before it is shared with everyone from the village," the tone of the mayor brokered no arguments.

Chavu was glad that he didn't have to bake. That would have just been a waste of perfectly good flour.

"Ok," as soon as Chavu said that, tables were brought from behind the stands. The grandmothers rolled over their sleeves and began to look at one another with a competitive gaze.

Chapter 96: When the clouds roll lazily.