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For Nagas: How to Survive Your Dungeon! (BL)

Updates @ 13:00 (+8 GMT) 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!

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Chapter 47: First day performing for Gorington.

"Thank you, thank you! We will be here for the next two days. Please come back again," Gregory told the crowd at the inn.

They were in Gorington, and the children, who had been released from the care of the dungeon, had dragged their families to come and listen to the band.

People piled around the hat, as Gregory went to the bar. Alaric close behind him. He sat down, and the prince sat next to him.

"I think I saw some travelers from the ogre booth in the crowd," Gregory said, a bit breathless from all the singing he had done.

"You should have stuck around. I mean, some had flowers in their hands," Alaric told him. Gregory shrugged.

"They are welcome to come to the bar. Besides, the gnomes deserve all the attention. Their little dance is the thing that attracts the crowds," Gregory motioned the bartender to himself, who came over with a glass already filled.