It has the ability create life as thought it was a measly feat. With its power it can destroy worlds and create civilisations. It exists everywhere, where you step, what you see and what you breath is part of it. One can say it's not only omniscient and omnipotent, but omnipresent as well. But what is It? A deity? No, it's a dungeon. ... A young man from earth has found himself reincarnated as a dungeon. In this new world, he is now but a child. Armed with nothing else but his genius creation capability, come watch him as he struggles to survive this world where his kind are treated as nothing but tools. "Hmm? Another group of adventurers is sent to close me down?" He laughed. "Clearly, they didn't understand when i killed all of their armies... wait, that boy has a good looking soul. Why don't I turn him into a slime?" From the deepest pits of the dungeons, terrifying creatures awoke as they had been ordered by the creature they live in. Be the strongest dragons living in the deepest levels of the dungeon, to the weakest goblins only known for being cannon fodder. Each of these creatures got up to greet the newcomer, because he ordered them to.
"Oh mother, look at her chest."
"Are those pimples?"
"That big? It must be another butt on her chest."
"Butt? There is no hole there; how can it be a butt?"
"I mean the cheeks!"
"Look at her waist; it's so thin. She looks so unhealthy; is she sick?"
"She? Is that even a woman?"
The goblins crowded up on the unconscious Hobuki. They looked at her exposed figure with repulse. Clearly not liking what they saw. One curious goblin crouched down and took off her helmet.
Gasps resonated among the crowd as they were shocked.
"Look at her face; it's so smooth."
"Can she breath with such a small nose?"
"She is uglier than they said."
The hobgoblin woman awoke in that instant. She was surprised to find so many people staring at her when she turned to glance around. She panicked after she felt for her head and realized that her helmet was missing.