Reject Humanity, Return to Monke
Ordinary day, ordinary life, that is until, I found myself getting stabbed to death by my fellow student for reasons unknown to me. Then some kind of holographic window prompting me to reincarnate appeared while I was busy drifting through the infinite darkness of the void. Of course, I pressed yes, it’s boring here, then found myself to be a dungeon master… As a fucking monkey no less…
Monke and other Dungeon Masters
Forgetting my Dungeon for the moment – since there is probably a reason for separating the Dungeon Masters from their dungeons currently – I made a beeline straight for the food table.
Grabbing a plate, a spoon, and a fork, I instantly filled my plate with a bunch of food that was enough to curb my appetite. Spotting a vacant spot without anyone sitting beside it, I took a spot as the first Dungeon Master to seat on this table. Looking behind me, I saw various other Dungeon Masters scrambling for food, their stomachs now probably guiding their bodies instead of their brains.
Like I'm one to talk, seeing that I'm already devouring the food as the delicacy it is. Like, seriously, the food here could give Gorram Donsay a run for his money back on Earth.
"There a free spot here, Mr…?" A voice piped up from behind me. Looking behind, I saw a slim, petite woman that looked like a cross between a snake and a human carrying a bunch of food piled up on a single plate.