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My Yandere Bosses: The Three Headed Dragon!

Dungeons have begun appearing all over Lamien, a world teeming with fantasy creatures. These dungeons are fraught with deadly monsters capable of wiping out entire populations in an instant. Yet, humans and other races continue to race towards the dungeon's end, eager to claim the power that awaits the victor and become one of the world's strongest beings. But little do they know about the unsung heroes within the dungeons: the workers who labor tirelessly to keep everything running smoothly. Among them is Ashtarot, a Dungeon Sentinel in the Dungeon of Noctis Babel. His job demands meticulous attention and smart decision-making, all while dealing with the eccentricities of his coworkers. Chief among his challenges are the dragon triplets who own the dungeon and serve as its final bosses. They incessantly stalk and bother him, testing his patience at every turn. One day, pushed to his limit, Ashtarot snaps, "I think I need to punish the three of you." "In bed, right?" Sirrush asks curiously. "What?" "Really? In bed?" her younger sister Sorel chimes in. "Huh?" "Yes! Please punish us in bed, Mr. Ashtarot!" the youngest sister Sarissa adds eagerly. Caught off guard by their unexpected and comical misinterpretation, Ashtarot must navigate this awkward situation while trying to do his job properly. Can he maintain order in the dungeon amidst the antics of the dragon triplets, or will their mischievous behavior drive him to the brink?

Solastius_Seena · ファンタジー
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Nameless Monster

The diabolical sphere had many functions, one of which was providing light in the dark. Designed to withstand any kind of terrain, situation, and weather, it was a versatile tool.

Since it used technology from another world and didn't use crystal mana, the sphere still perfectly functioned. However, its connection to the server had been cut off.

'There is a protocol to rescue creatures from the void... The problem is, no one has ever been saved by that protocol.'

Ashtarot, who had been there since the dungeon's creation, knew the accidents—workers or humans who had fallen into the void. As a Sentinel, he had often been part of rescue missions to retrieve them.

Yet, despite their efforts, the victims were never found. Not their bodies, attire, or items. Over time, people would even forget the victims' names, appearances, and everything.