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Life as a Dungeon Core

Woken by a gentle voice, and given the name Orion, the last born dungeon core sets himself on the path to creating a new type of adventure for anyone who enters. Shorn of his memories, Orion's only goal is to slowly expand himself into a limitless, self-sufficient dungeon, free of trespassers. Please note: The MC is genderless, as an object that cannot reproduce itself would be, and has no memory of his past life. Foul language, mature content, death, rape and sexuality advisory.

Aaron_McLeod_1690 · Fantasía
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Rebirth

The first thing I remember is being warm.

A strange feeling. As if I was bathed in this glowing light, the sensation of someone smiling at me. I couldn't see whoever it was, couldn't even see the light, but I knew it was there.

Sometimes the glow would change, hotter, colder, pressure, relaxation. I had no concept of time when it began, no way to track how long I basked in this strange energy. But to me, it was a timeless eternity of peace and calm.

Sadly, all good things must end.

-

"Wake up, little one."

'Strange. What are these things I hear? How do I understand them? Where are they coming from?'

"Come now, little one. Open your sight."

'That's the warm glow. I feel it. What is it?'

"I said - Wake - UP!" <*CLUNK*>

"OWWWW!" Suddenly I could see! And feel. I did not like this feeling. This feeling hurt! What did I get hit with?

"It's about time! Even a God of Creation has a limit to their patience, little one. Now that you're awake, I can explain a few things.

"Welcome to Gaia. Your new home. In your past life you were no one of note, just a simple man living a simple life. You made a deal in your afterlife, to reincarnate as a being who is truly self-sufficient. So I spent a bit of time remaking you into your current form, and designing a system to assist you with any questions you have. Ask it if you have questions. Do you understand?"

"Gaia? System? Reincarnate? What am I? Who am I?"

<*CLUNK*>

"Ask your system!" The strange, glowing figure appeared to be hitting me (on my head?) with a large stick whenever I did not do as it asked. "Useless, low grade materials. Thankfully he's the last one I have to worry about," the figure muttered.

'System?' I thought quietly to myself.

<System Status>

Dungeon Core 1 - Unnamed

Level - 0

Biomass - 0/0

Materials - 0/0

Energy - 0/0

Defense - 0/0

Life forms - 0/0

Adventurers - 0/0

Location - <\ERROR/>

"Jesus FUCK!" <*CLANK*> "AHHHH SHIT"

"Watch your mouth! Now, off you go. I'll plant you somewhere you can grow a bit, gain some energy and establish yourself. Here, parting gift for you. Don't spend it all in one place!"

<5 biomass gained>

<5 materials gained>

<5 Energy gained>

"Wait, what- SHIIIIIIIIIII-"

This really was not my day.

New idea, old trope. Going to see if I can develop the MC from an angry isolationist into a viable character to enjoy and relate to.

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