The cycle is simple enough. A Dungeon Core is born from a wayward soul. It seeks power and agency, and works to accumulate wealth to fuel its power, in turn using this power to accumulate further wealth. Inevitably, the mind is lost as desperation and ambition drive it to commit darker and darker acts. Shortly thereafter, the adventurers arrive to quell the core.
This is a tale that has repeated itself countless times throughout history: all cores desire power. And yet, this core seems to have it backwards.
It doesn't want to rule the world. It has no desire to enslave or conquer.
No, this core doesn't want to be a warlord, a villain, or a tyrant.
It wants to start a core-poration.
After all, when money is power, what greater weapon is there than capitalism? Join a dungeon core that wastes an absurd amount of time and effort trying not to be evil on his journey to earn fat stacks against all odds.
-This is a 'Dungeon Core' type fiction with LitRPG elements in it. The start may be fairly slow compared to the average. Expect roughly 2.5k per chapter.
-I'm only a hobbyist writer. As such, there may be the occasional error and pacing may be poorly-handled. Constructive criticism is alway welcome. I'm just here to write stuff that makes my brain release the g o o d c h e m i c a l s.
-I am trashy and I like monsterpeople so you can expect an awful lot of those as we get further in.
Thank you for reading this far, and I hope you enjoy.