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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 44: Saying goodbye, for a time.

"Remember, they need to have their meals at 8 am, 12 am, 4 pm and 6 pm," Chavu told Alaric, who was nodding along. The prince patted his bottomless bag.

"I have enough apples and berries in here to feed an army of gnomes," he said with a grin. "Don't worry. They will be fine."

"And don't let them drink alcohol. With how small they are, they might get sick," Chavu continued on, just as worried as before.

"Also, don't give them candy. We don't want them to get addicted to the stuff," Marcellus spoke from his spot next to Chavu, a hand twined with the Naga's.

"No candy, no beer. I get it," Alaric found it cute that the two were treating the gnomes like their own children. Honestly, it spoke volumes about how well the green-haired little people were treated. "Now, tell them goodbye, so we can leave."

The two moved towards the back of the wagon, where three gnomes were waiting for them.