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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 31: Ride to Gorington

Chavu outfitted twenty gnomes with liquid soap jars and turned to Marcellus.

"Remember, if anyone tries to rough them up..." Chavu began, and Marcellus chuckled.

"I am to rough the scum in return. I know. You repeated it a couple of hundred times, Chavu. We will be back safe and sound before you know it," Marcellus leaned in and pecked Chavu on the cheek. A couple of gnomes clapped, and the rosy tint that the vampire adored seeing on the Naga's face returned.

The gnomes pilled in the wagon, as Marcellus turned around. The driver was looking at the small humanoids with wonder. She was a portly woman with freckles and a heart shaped face. Marcellus saw no danger coming from her.

Chavu sent them off as far as the dungeon grounds would allow them, the wagon moving slowly to allow him to do so. As soon as the dungeon lines appeared, Chavu stopped, a fist on his chest. Right over his heart.