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!

After a while, Wito approached after breaking away from the group. I thought about voicing my complaints but decided to observe for the day.

“What is the next class?”

“The next class is art. Anima will take charge. The one who showed us around today.”

I wonder if there’s a storage area in the depths of the Core Room. Fahan went deeper inside and began pulling out art supplies.

“Monsters conduct classes?”

“Yes. Each of them has their hobbies. Until a few years ago, I was teaching them individually. But that seemed wasteful, and their proficiency in their hobbies has reached a level where they could teach. Having them instruct is also a review for them. Besides, teaching others in a way they can understand is a valuable experience.”

Wito smiled as if to say, “Good idea, right?” But I didn’t get it at all.

“… So while the monsters are teaching, what do you do, Wito?”

“I usually go looting the dead bodies. Naturally, it’d be a waste for me to be taught the content I’ve taught. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to learn.”

“What a waste of time.”

Oops, I blurted that out. Seriously, this dungeon has nothing worthwhile except the unique monsters.

I held back many things I wanted to say, reminding myself to be patient today… just be patient…

I watched Wito, who had things to attend to, leave. Anima’s class began soon after.

Art, huh… Drawing? I’ve never done that. When I was created, I was a zombie, always fighting. And even after I ranked up and was favored, I couldn’t procure hobby tools.

Only the master can use DP.

So, besides the beer I once had in a temple I sneaked into, I didn’t have any hobbies.

However, I never desired to draw; stagnation in dungeon management means death. I couldn’t get myself to approve of time-consuming hobbies.

“Au au… Ugh.”

Anima began distributing canvases. It seems the model for the drawing is the skeleton of a cow.

I observed from behind the whole time. Everyone seems to apply too much force to the small tool called a brush. They often broke the brush. They drew indistinguishable sketches with shaky lines and then stepped back to scrutinize them intently. Only Anima, with her fondness for drawing, displayed exceptional skill and a delicate touch.

However, I felt I could do better than the others, even though I’d never drawn.

Yet, they never remained stuck in one place. They repeatedly fixed the broken brushes with glue and steadily completed their paintings. After finishing their lines, they started shading.

Upon observation, although each picture had a unique composition, everyone’s shading method seemed to follow a similar process. They were probably taught that in the class.

“Amazing…”

As they began shading, their drawings transformed, becoming more appealing to the eye. They excitedly showed their artwork to each other. They must be genuinely pleased with how their pictures turned out.

Everyone seemed so engrossed and happy.

Come to think of it, in all the dungeons I’ve traveled to, I’ve never seen monsters playing with such joy.

The scene had an allure, no less captivating than the sight of human village children. I realized this then.

I called out to Anima.

“Though I might look mature, I’ve never drawn anything. Would you mind teaching me?”

Upon my request, Anima smiled wittily with one eye and patiently began instructing me how to hold the brush.

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After that, I felt I fit in better with them. I understood that they weren’t just playing around but genuinely enjoyed learning.

Once the drawing session ended, they showed me their private rooms. I’ve never had a private room, and I was envious that everyone even had rooms tailored to their hobbies. I wish I had a space dedicated to beer.

I even envied their beds. I’m a monster, so I don’t precisely get hurt, but sleeping on the dungeon floor can feel quite degrading.

After some time, Wito returned, with a satisfied look, carrying a bounty of materials.

“It’s truly remarkable that you managed to return unscathed from a dungeon swarming with such monsters. The dungeon’s unique monsters are bizarre, but Wito’s tenacity and natural resourcefulness are just as extraordinary.”

“What do you think of this drawing? It’s my first attempt.”

I showed Wito the picture I drew today. Drawing was much more complicated than I thought, but with Anima’s help finishing touches, it looked professional. Anima pretty much did the background and shading, but knowing that the parts I drew became a part of the entire image was strangely satisfying.

“It’s wonderful! It doesn’t look like your first time at all, Jacquelyn! I guess the composition and lines are your work? Typically, beginners can’t achieve such balance. Also, there’s a palpable strength coming from the skeletal bull. You have talent.”

Wito went on to praise the drawings of other monsters as well. Maybe the dungeon’s nightmares don’t take on human forms because Wito compliments them too much, no matter how they look…

After that, it was time for everyone to go through the spoils of their hunt. I had the luxury of one-on-one instruction in the core room with Anima.

“…Thank you for today.”

As it was time for me to leave, all the monsters came to see me off.

“So, what did you think of my dungeon? Any suggestions for improvement?”

Wito deliberately sounded hesitant, creating an atmosphere where I’d feel comfortable giving feedback. He probably wants to know so he can make improvements if necessary.

“No, it was a delightful dungeon.”

Being in this dungeon made me realize there might be ways to become stronger other than just defeating enemies for DP. After all, if you think about it, since they’ve lost pure strength once before, there might be no need for my intervention. But…

“Well, if I had to say something…”

“If you had to say something?”

The sound of Wito swallowing echoed in the silence. I hesitated momentarily, cleared my throat, and began to speak.

“You see… they can’t speak because they only possess the skill for the human language, known as Etina language. They probably could talk if they used the skill for the monster’s language, like Hell language or something.”

“Eh!?”

Wito’s surprised voice echoed throughout the dungeon.