DragonNecron

So, I died. Face-planted on my keyboard after a 72-hour coding marathon. Very heroic. My one dying wish? To finally get some sleep.
But the twist is : I got isekai'd. But I wasn't reborn as a legendary hero with a harem and a cheat skill. Nope. I'm a rock. A Dungeon Core, to be exact.
My new job description is simple: create a terrifying labyrinth, murder heroes, and generally be a menace to society.
Yeah, hard pass. That sounds like way too much paperwork. My new life goal is achieving a perfect 100-year nap.
Luckily, I found a bug in the System—or maybe it's a feature? My unique "Slumber System" gives me way more XP (they call it Dungeon Points here) when adventurers take a nap than when I, you know, kill them. My assigned fairy guide, FaeLina, is having a non-stop panic attack about this. Apparently, "aggressive coziness" isn't covered in the Dungeon for Dummies handbook.
So, I leaned into it. I started building the world's first 5-star dungeon resort, complete with fluffy moss beds that feel like clouds, a tea shop run by a friendly slime waiter, and pillows that hug you back. The place went viral. Knights come for the naps, mages for the therapeutic tea, and bards for the sweet, sweet content.
The problem? My five-star reviews are tanking the property values of the 'Blood Pit' dungeon next door. I'm being forced into official Dungeon Tournaments where my ultimate weapon is a lavender-scented fog machine. And the stuffy bigwigs on the Fairy Council are starting to think my little "peaceful revolution" is a threat to their entire "kill-stuff-for-profit" business model.
But the more I build, the more I realize this isn't just me being lazy. I'm uncovering an ancient, world-changing secret about why dungeons really exist, and it's a truth the gods themselves tried to bury.
My name is Mochi, and my quest is to level up from a sleepy rock to the God of Dreams. My final boss isn't some dragon or demon lord. It's the original God of Combat himself.
And I'm going to challenge him to a Nap Off for the fate of all reality.
Who knew the path to ultimate power was this comfy?




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I Was Reincarnated as a Dungeon, So What? I Just Want to Take a Nap.

High Adjudicator Thistlewick was a dwarf whose dignity was as solid as a mountain. His long, grey beard was braided with shiny rings, and his glare was known to make dragons apologize. Right now, that glare was aimed at a piece of paper, and it wasn't working.

The grand chamber was silent. The other members of the Dungeon League Board—a sharp-eyed elf, a wise old human mage, and a goblin in a fine suit—watched him.

"Let me read this again," Thistlewick rumbled, his deep voice bouncing off the walls. He read from the report filed by Inspector Barnaby. "'The dungeon's main hazard is a patch of moss that uses nice smells to make people sleepy.'"

The goblin board member snickered. A glare from Thistlewick silenced him.

"The dungeon's main monster is a 'Plush Knight' whose primary attack is listed as 'hugs,'" Thistlewick continued, his voice tight.

"And he's trending on the ScryNet!" the goblin added. "They're calling it the 'Nap Dungeon'!"

High Adjudicator Thistlewick put the report down and pinched his nose. "Barnaby has recommended this… place… for 'Sanctuary Class' status. It is, without a doubt, the weakest and strangest dungeon on the continent. However," he sighed, "its 'Adventurer Happiness' score is the highest ever recorded. We are bound by our own rules."

He picked up a heavy, obsidian stamp. With a look of deep regret, he brought it down on the form. THUD.

"Let the record show," he grumbled, "The Dungeon 42, 'The Comfy Corner,' is now a Provisional Sanctuary. May the gods have mercy on our reputation."

A bright, golden light filled my mind, followed by a series of official-looking pop-ups.

[Congratulations! Your dungeon, 'The Comfy Corner,' has been given 'Provisional Sanctuary Status' by the DLRB!]

[Your unique service to the adventurer community has been officially recognized!]

[NEW SYSTEM UNLOCKED: THE REPUTATION SYSTEM!]

"A new system?" FaeLina asked, zipping over to me with excitement.

I looked at the new menu. It showed a list of groups and my relationship with them.

[- The Iron Gryphons (Guild): Trusted Ally]

[- General Adventurers: Well-Liked]

[- DLRB (Ministry): Strange But Interesting]

[- Forces of Chaos (Enemies): Annoying Pest]

"Reputation!" FaeLina cheered. "This is great! Good reputation means more visitors and better business deals!"

She was happy, but I was thinking about something else. I thought about Zazu the elf and his happy face. I thought about the tired inspector, Barnaby. And I thought about my own past life, where I worked until I died.

It's not just about naps anymore, is it? I thought. A new feeling settled in my core. This world is tired, just like I was. The adventurers, the officials… they all need a place where they can truly rest. Maybe that's the real point of this dungeon.

My goal wasn't just to build a quiet place for myself. It was to build a sanctuary for everyone else.

As if the system could hear my thoughts, a new notification appeared.

[Reputation with 'The Iron Gryphons' has reached 'Trusted Ally'!]

[FACTION REWARD UNLOCKED: Guild Bulletin Board!]

[Description: A magic board you can place in your dungeon. The Iron Gryphons can post non-combat quests and messages directly to you.]

A handsome wooden board with a gryphon carved on top appeared in my dungeon's inventory. It was a direct link to the outside world—a way for people to ask me for help.

"Quests!" FaeLina squealed, her mind immediately seeing the business opportunity. "Mochi, quests mean more customers and more money!"

But as I imagined putting the board up next to the Tea Nook, I wasn't thinking about the profits.

I was thinking it was a good way to find out who needed a helping hand. And for the first time, that felt even more important than getting a good nap.

Chapter 14: The Bureaucracy of Comfort.