Standing in front of a red gate—with a guardhouse to the right and an entrance beyond—it looked more like a school than a fortress. I muttered to myself,
“Fuck, this is where a reincarnator or god of war is reborn—a school, where beauty gathers.”
I walked inside, swiftly evading a few wandering zombies. Further in, I encountered another tank-type enemy; I dispatched it, adding two more corpses to my tally. As I reached a central pza, I saw a group of five people locked in combat at its center.
There were two girls and three guys in the group. Out of them, three were ability users—Agility, Physic, and something new that caught me off guard.
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[Creature: Human Lv 19
Name: ???
Css: Ability - duration
Ability: Wind Control Lv 6
(Passive: Wind Speed — Increases speed by (Ability Lv + 10) mph)
(Active: Control wind for (Ability Lv * 2) minutes per day)]
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‘Interesting. So it can control wind, but not create it—unlike Lena’s fire ability, which generates fmes.’
“Yeah, but what’s more surprising is their level. The lowest among them is 16, and this guy is already 19.”
‘Meanwhile, I’m sitting at Level 11. Gotta admit, I’ve been a zy bastard tely. I should check Ethan’s level ter too—maybe they’ve already passed me.’
With a quiet sigh, I decided not to disturb their fight. I turned away and kept walking toward the dungeon.
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In front of the dungeon stood two massive red doors—more like a grand gate. Off to the right was a strange machine.
It looked like a hand scanner. There was a square panel in the center—probably where I was supposed to pce my hand. No instructions, of course.
It felt wrong, but I couldn’t stand around all day. I stretched out my hand and pced it on the square. A second ter, a blue panel popped up.
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[Shop
- food
- weapon
- item
- sell
Currency: 0 coins;]
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“So… it’s a shop.”
‘Wait—don’t open it yet. System, can I make coins?’
> Ding!
Host needs 100 energy and 100 kg of atoms to make 1 coin.
“That feels like a steep price.”
‘Yeah, but it’s not like we have a choice. Let’s just go in—I don’t want to see a bunch of stuff I can’t afford anyway. Wait. System, can I convert energy into coins directly?’
> Ding!
Yes, host.
‘Alright, good enough. Let’s head in.’
I touched the red gate. The moment I did, everything went bck. I couldn’t see anything for a moment. Then, my vision returned—but the scenery had changed completely.
I now stood in a vast open field. Grass stretched endlessly in every direction. No trees, no rocks. Just ft green nd with no end in sight.
> Ding!
Host has entered a dungeon.
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Dungeon Info
Monster Level: 15
Monster Count Formu:
If (Highest Pyer Level > 15)
Then N = Highest Pyer Level - 15
Else
N = 1
Total monsters first wave = N * 5
There are 5 waves in this dungeon
Each wave increases monster count by (Current Wave Number * Number of Pyers)
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‘No confirmation screen—just sucks you in. That’s dangerous. I didn’t even use [Identification] on the building.’
Monsters started appearing one by one from thin air. I activated [Identification].
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[Creature: Goblin Lv 15
Ability: Reproduction (Special)
Passive: +50% stamina recovery
Active: +50% fertility rate
Strength Lv 5]
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‘Fuck, it’s like the perfect leash gear—for a woman or a man.’
“It’s not like I need to use it right now… but that passive is actually kind of awesome.”
‘Don’t act like you’re the good guy and I’m the pervert—we’re literally the same person.’
I didn’t bother arguing with myself. I focused on the goblins—each one about a meter tall, green-skinned with pointy ears, long noses, and bald heads. Their exaggerated faces looked comical. I instinctively touched my own nose.
They wore nothing. No clothes, no private parts, not even nipples. It was… weird. Like someone copy-pasted the same naked model. Each held a club nearly as tall as they were.
“I think the only beautiful part they’ve got is their noses. Do goblins live in cold pces or something? Is that why they’ve got ski-jump noses? Or is that just genetic?”
They stood about 20 meters away. When they saw me, they screeched—“GRRRAAAHH!!”—and rushed forward, clubs dragging behind them.
I didn’t move. I waited five minutes just observing. They had no tricks. No fnking, no biting. Just dumb club swings.
I even grabbed a club mid-swing. The goblin froze—completely disabled until it got the weapon back. Like it was coded to rely solely on that one attack.
With a sigh, I ended them.
> Ding!
+10 EXP
+10 EXP
+10 EXP
...
“What a disappointment.”
> Ding!
Next wave in 5 minutes.
I crouched and touched a goblin corpse—then activated [Decompose].
> Ding!
Monster is owned. Decomposition costs 1,000 energy and 100 kg atoms.
“So… I have to pay to decompose it? Feels less like a cost and more like buying the rights to a corpse. And ‘owned’? I don’t want to meet whoever that is.”
‘Try [Spatial Storage] instead—maybe we can store it for free.’
> Ding!
System does not permit stealing. Host may purchase ownership feature.
Cost: 100 trillion energy for all dungeons.
Cost: 10 billion energy for this dungeon.
‘Forget it. Just decompose this one.’
> Ding!
-1,000 energy
-100 kg atoms
Gained ability: [Reproduction]
+5 ability points
After the ability was added, I suddenly felt a jolt of energy rush through my body—hot, buzzing, alive. But strangely enough, my precious part was the most affected.
It only sted for a second, but damn—it was unmistakable.
'‘This feels like a sign… like a divine hint from heaven—graduate from it already.’
“Shut it,” I muttered, not in the mood for philosophical crap.
I skipped the waiting time and finished the dungeon in 15 minutes. A clean sweep.
> +100 EXP
I checked my status.
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Creature: Human Lv 11 (160/300)
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Another notification appeared:
> Ding!
Dungeon reward: 1,000 coins.
(Note: 1,000 coins granted per surviving participant. Divided by contribution.)
A moment ter, I was teleported back outside. The red gate stood quietly, unchanged. I activated [Identification] again—same result.
I touched the gate again just to check.
> Ding!
You have already used your daily access for this dungeon.
I could sense people nearby—probably campers or resting parties near the school. I ignored them. My focus was the next dungeon.
I activated [Identification] and scanned the area.
A red dot appeared in my mind’s eye—about 3 kilometers north.
It was 4:45 PM.
“Alright. Let’s go.”
Seventeen minutes ter, I arrived. The gate stood quietly at the forest’s edge, half-covered by tall grass and dense trees. It didn’t look like anyone had visited recently.
I approached and used [Identification].
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Result:
Monster Level: N
Monster Count Formu:
N = Highest Pyer Level * 2
Total monsters first wave = 10
There are 5 waves
Each wave increases monster count by 5
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“This one scales monster level instead of monster count… interesting.”
I gnced around again. The forest was too quiet.
Without hesitation, I pced my hand on the dungeon gate.
In a blink, the world changed.
Darkness—
—then light.
I stood on a brick floor. The surface was rough beneath my shoes. Around me, towering stone pilrs rose into the sky. They weren’t uniform—pced randomly, but far apart.
Just like before, the environment stretched endlessly. No sky, no walls—just a brick pne and stone columns fading into infinity.
‘Another endless pne. These pces love messing with perception.’
I took a slow breath. Eyes scanning.
No sound. No wind.
Just silence before the storm.
“This pce feels fake… like a game world without animals.”
Then, the monsters appeared.
Thick cow-like legs stomped onto the brick floor, hooves cracking the surface. Their upper bodies were humanoid, grotesquely muscur. Blood-red skin glowed faintly. Long bull horns curved from their foreheads. Every breath came with a sharp huff—steam bsting from their noses like engines.
Each one held a massive battle axe, nearly two meters long—tools made for war. They stood three meters tall, towering executioners fresh from hell.
