Dungeon Master Blueberry

Thorvald Eliassen Velsvik was a good Norwegian. He helped out whenever there was an organized community service event, did not sit next to others on the bus, and never made people anxious with smalltalk when meeting in the street. He knew a number of secret places where wild blueberries could be picked by the bucketload, he made his own jams, and baked his own bread.

When chatting with his uncles, he would talk about his cabin in the mountains, and the latest renovations on his house. With his aunts, he compared berry harvests, exchanged recipes and listened to stories about distant cousins he had never met.

Whenever 17th of May came around, he would put on his dark wool shorts and coat, a red vest, and the rest of his national dress, before joining in the festivities and eating lots of ice cream.

Every summer holiday, Thorvald would move to his cabin to escape from society and enjoy the peaceful beauty of nature. This is a common thing to do, and some people do it whenever they have a longer holiday. The only strange thing about his time at the cabin, was that he spent much of his time reading webnovels. This is unusual firstly because most cabins don't have electricity or WiFi, some might even be too far away from society to get cell service.

This, in turn, meant that Thorvald had to exercise strong self control when downloading webnovels so as to not finish reading it before arriving at his cabin.

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Our story begins with Thorvald's current trip to his cabin. A week has gone by since he left the city, and the weather has been amazing! Only four days of rain and a comfortable average temperature of 18 degrees Celsius.

Moving through the forest, a tall, good looking man suddenly crouched down with his bucket. His medium length blond hair was tied up in a small bun, his well kept beard getting a little wild after a week without grooming. A short while later another patch of blueberries was picked clean.

Thorvald stood up gingerly, all this crouching was giving him a sore back, but his blueberry stained grin would be enough for anyone to know he was enjoying himself.

///shift to 1st person///

'Yum these blueberries are delicious! Though I should probably stop eating them before it affects my digestion.'

As I stumble along through the trees, lugging my 5+ kilograms of blueberries I hear something rustle to my right. Holding my breath I lean against a nearby tree and try to see what made the noise.

'Is this my chance to see some wildlife?' I'm not afraid because there are no bears or wolves in this part of the country and there is only one species of poisonous snakes. Too my disappointment the only thing I see is a squirrel.

"Snort!!" A loud noise behind me almost gives me a heart attack. Turning slowly I see a huge creature coming out from the trees.

"4 legs, size of a small truck, long face, 2 giant pronged horns... yep it's a moose! And it's seen me..." backing away slowly, I try to position a tree between us when the moose snorts again, stomps it's hooves and lowers it's head.

"Snort!!!"

"Nope! Eat berries you overgrown deer!" I launch the whole bucket of berries at the moose before turning and running. I can't remember what I was taught to do when meeting a moose, but somehow I feel I messed up. I look back for a second to check.

"Yup, this is bad!"

The moose, with blueberry juice on its face, is crashing though the undergrowth while chasing me.

"Nope! Nope! Nope!" I run through the trees, ducking and weaving to avoid branches. Suddenly the trees clear and I notice a problem. There is a steep slope down in front of me and I'm at the top of it. I skid to a stop at the edge. I notice rocks and tree stumps at the bottom.

"Nope" I turn around to look for an alternative when something suddenly hits me.

"Bam" the moose rams into me, launching me into the air. Pain fills my senses as I'm sure I broke something.

Tumbling through the air I catch a glimpse of the moose. It is standing proudly with its nose in the air, glancing down at me while snorting with pleasure.

'Damn moose! I'll never forgive you!' Before I fall too far I catch a detail I had missed before, a tag attached to the ear of the moose in the shape of a small white delivery truck, complete with logos and Japanese text.

'What the..?'

My surprise is interrupted rudely by my sudden crashing into the ground. As I tumble down the hill, the world spinning in my eyes, my eyes suddenly go dark.

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It's dark! I try to open my eyes but realize I don't have any. 'That's weird!' I don't feel any pain, which is unusual considering my recent experience. I move my arms and legs to make sure I'm really ok. 'Nope, no limbs either. This could be bad'

As my vision adjusts to the dim light I feel an amazing energy flowing through my fine, curvy, blob of a body. 'What?' I'm literally a sphere. How can I tell? My vision somehow includes a 3rd person perspective of me.

I'm a small blue sphere lying in a cave. How small? About the size of a blueberry...

'don't tell me!!! I've reincarnated as a blueberry!!! FML!!! I'm doomed!! Some rodent is going to eat me!!'

"Excuse me!" A serious voice interrupts my thoughts.

I look over and see a small ghost that looks like an old man.

"Now then, before you go asking questions and freaking out let me explains what's going on, ok?" The old man sighs wearily.

I nod politely to show I understand. Actually, nothing happens. I'm a blueberry, I don't have a head.

"Yes" I quickly agree out loud when I realize body language is a no go.

"Good." The ghost nods, as if mocking my earlier attempt. Pulling out a ghostly whiteboard it starts scribbling some bullet points for me like an old university lecturer.

"To put it simply," he starts.

"1) you died. After a long fall and multiple broken bones and being knocked out, you landed on a broken tree stump and got impaled.

2) the main reason for your demise was a moose employed by a Japanese branch of the inter-universe transmigration company.

3) due to your lifestyle of solitude and appreciation of nature and webnovels, this world was selected as the best fit for you.

4) you are not a blueberry. You are a dungeon master in a fantastical world full of magic. What you currently see as your body is actually your dungeon core.

5) just use your thoughts to access and control your core.

6) that's it, enjoy your month of protection. Your core will be invisible, untraceable and indestructible for that amount of time.

7) Oh and by the way, dungeons are not common here so that should keep you safe too.

8) the inter-universe transmigration company is not responsible for any damage or loss incurred by any customer. Any complaints must be sent to the central headquarters. Thank you for your patronage."

"Wait! What about my tutorial?!" I yell. The ghost slowly fades while wiping the board clean, ignoring my protests and lack of anything to take notes with.

'Oh well, how bad can it be...' "open menu"

'Nope!!! I spoke too soon'