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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!
