Reincarnated as a Dungeon Master, I Became Unstoppable by Doting on My Monsters—My Gorgeous Monsters Have Started to Conquer the World on Their Own!

I drank a super-potent love potion and died. What’s that all about?

I let out a big sigh on purpose to clear my gloomy mood.

“So it was fake after all, huh?”

After losing consciousness from drinking the potion, the next thing I knew, I, Yuuto Soenoki, was lying naked in a dimly lit brick room. Of course, I had considered the possibility of dying from drinking a suspicious potion. Even so, I felt it was my destiny at that time.

Going to the hometown of the goddess I love, clinging to a thread of hope, I never expected to find a love potion as a solution to my complex issues. Ah. In the end, did I never learn to love humans?

“Ah, I don’t want to do anything.”

Rolling over in bed, clutching the regret of my unfulfilled aspirations, the only consolation was that I felt I had done everything I could. Even wondering why I was here when I was supposed to be dead felt too bothersome.

“Ah well, it’s hopeless. Goddess Navalbi.”

Just as I always did, I opened the locket pendant around my neck and looked at the mural of Goddess Navalbi. Just by doing this, even though she’s only a mural, I could reconfirm that I can feel excited about something. However, there’s no need to confirm that now that I’m dead.

“But why do I still have this pendant?”

My eyes snapped open. I’m completely naked, right? The pendant’s discovery made me consider the possibility of an afterlife, something I had not believed in before, and my thoughts began to race.

And two seconds later, I concluded.

“So this was guidance, including the part where I died.”

I could feel my tense shoulders drop. I didn’t necessarily believe in supernatural entities, but if something like an afterlife exists and only that pendant is here, that must be it.

“I apologize for doubting you even for a moment, Goddess Navalbi.”

“Could it be that my love couldn’t be realized on Earth, so the goddess brought me here?”

Saying it made me feel a bit sad. What does it mean that my love couldn’t be realized on Earth?

“So, Goddess Navalbi, the goddess of birth and revelation, what should I do?”

I spoke to the pendant, but there was no reply. Of course, there isn’t. The thing inside the pendant is a picture, not the actual goddess. I had never talked to it before, although I had given thanks and made wishes. It seems the sudden turn of events just rattled me.

It seems like the goddess won’t contact me anytime soon, so I move on to assess the situation. Is this the afterlife? If so, which religions? Although I’m fascinated with Goddess Navarbi, I’m non-religious. Or is this another world?

To start my investigation, I touch a black glass orb, about the size of a bust, placed in the center of the room. For a moment, it feels like the heat within me exchanges with the heat in the glass orb, as if a pipe has connected us. Then, words start floating in the air one after another.

Feels kind of like a typical development in another world. I’ve never heard of such high-tech devices existing in Heaven.

Although surprised by the text appearing out of nowhere, I don’t sense any danger from the initial line that reads “Dungeon Master Contract,” so I decide to read on.

“Wow, this is long.”

The explanatory text that pops up spans 30 pages, the font is small, and there are mysterious words scattered throughout that I shouldn’t know. Whoever wrote this doesn’t care about the reader’s feelings.

To summarize what it said:

Here, I will act as a Dungeon Master and manage a dungeon.

There are no victory conditions. Defeat conditions are if the Dungeon Core is destroyed or I can’t pay the 500 Dungeon Points (hereafter DP) collected once every 365 days.

To earn DP, you need to kill creatures in the dungeon or infuse the Core—the black glass orb I’m touching—with objects containing magical power. For instance, killing one human yields 1 DP, while the DP earned from monsters depends on their strength.

Dungeon Masters can use DP to design the dungeon, set traps, create monsters, strengthen monsters, enhance the Dungeon Master, and create items. However, the collected points need to be allocated separately.

The dungeon entrance can be opened or closed freely, whether people are inside or not. However, no points are earned while it is closed. Also, a closed dungeon entrance can’t be broken under any circumstances.

Initially, 50 DP are provided.

If the Core is destroyed, all creatures generated by the Dungeon Master or dungeon functions will die.

That should cover the gist of it. To summarize further…

It’s telling me to kill a lot.

After reading through all 30 pages, I stretched to relieve the tension in my shoulders and muttered as I looked up at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry, Goddess Navalbi. I’m honored that you’ve called upon me and even bestowed upon me the great task of being a Dungeon Master. But it’s impossible for me. It doesn’t seem like fun to kill people just to survive. More importantly, it’s not worth giving up eternal peace after death.”

I doubt that the being who thought of this system is Navalbi. I’ve read through all the papers about Earth’s Goddess Navalbi, and there’s nothing about leading people down a path of slaughter. Of course, the Navalbi goddess is a product of ancient human imagination.

Still, I’m confident that the being who brought me here is Navalbi. Ugh, it isn’t apparent.

I apologized to my pendant from the bottom of my heart, then lay down without a second thought. Naturally, the dungeon is closed.

If I wait like this for a year, I won’t be able to pay the 500 DP that I have to submit once a year, so I’ll be able to die.