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!

So that’s how it is, huh.

Crawling out from the Core, that’s what I was thinking. I had suspected that the death of the Dungeon Master wasn’t one of the defeat conditions, and it seems I was right. Unless the Core is destroyed, I can’t die. The pain from being eaten by that… demon bull was already gone, but the memory of that moment remained. It was good that I had closed my eyes; otherwise, I might not have recovered from the fear. Oddly enough, the demon bull was carnivorous.

…Do I even need to keep trying? If a creature like that is attacking me, there’s no way I can win.

As I was about to give up, I looked at the Core Room stretching before me, recalling the monsters I’d spent two weeks with. We may not have communicated, but they were undoubtedly alive there.

That’s right. There’s still something I can do. Luckily, all my monsters are outside, so they aren’t in danger of being attacked by this thing.

I won’t let my monsters die along with me. After reviving, I poured all the materials they’d gathered into the Core. It amounted to 25 DP in total.

First, I acquired a Contract Magic spell and used all my remaining points to upgrade my monsters. I needed to set them free. While they might die in the harsh wilderness right after being set free, it’s still better than dying with me. I racked my brain to its fullest extent.

Before that demon bull traverses the mere 50-meter corridor and arrives, I need to decide on a way to enhance them so they can survive in the outside world. Should I boost their stamina for long-term survival? No, maybe their attack power to help them gather food…

After much deliberation, I decided to enhance everyone’s intelligence.

I don’t know if it’s the best choice for survival, but I thought that they should polish their intelligence when I considered my wish to find at least one thing precious to them while they were still alive.

After confirming that everyone’s intelligence had increased from G-Rank to F-Rank, I activated the Contract Magic spell.

“Targets are all monsters. I pray the Contract God Shannam. The sunlight shall be your eyes and arms. Salkalkido Salkalkido. The forsaken shall be offered. Dungeon Monster Contract Release.”

Since the contract was broken, naturally, I felt no change in my body. All that was in my heart then was a prayer for their future well-being.

“Thank you for everything until now. This is goodbye.”

I realized the demon bull was nearby after completing the contract release. As I approached my final moments, I consciously recalled various experiences. The first thing that came to my mind was my quest for love and the journeys it took me on.

In the end, I could never fall in love with a human, but thanks to the frescoes of Goddess Navalbi, I experienced the sensation of love and lived a fulfilling life filled with varied experiences.

Moreover, I found out that Goddess Navalbi exists. I don’t know why she called me to this world, but I can tell she didn’t mean to harm me. I had plenty of opportunities to thrive in the dungeon.

“Maybe the old me would have been more relentless in the dungeon. Especially the me before I found that fresco…”

Yes, when I think about it, even when I died in my previous life after ingesting a love potion, I was content with my life.

“In the first place, I didn’t need to force myself to fall in love with humans. All I needed was… was… a reason to live. But aside from finding a soulmate, what else should I have done?”

I stood in front of the demon bull, clutching my Core. It seemed as though the bull was tilting its head as if contemplating my monologue. Watching this, I sighed, hoping it would get the hint.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. I have no complaints, and there’s no point in fighting now. But please, don’t make it too painful.”

Even as I spoke, the demon bull just looked at me curiously. I wondered if it was intrigued by the Core I was holding. It’s glowing, after all.

I wish it would hurry up. Waiting to be eaten is the worst experience I’ve ever had. And up close, a bull’s eyes are terrifying. Would it be better to close my eyes like I did when I was killed?

“Moooor!”

Just when I was internally ranting, the demon bull suddenly turned around. It was clear from its poised stance that it hadn’t lost interest in me.

And when the bull moved out of the way, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

“What the hell are you doing, idiot!”

The one who attacked the demon bull from behind was Saryu, a beast-man monster with whom I thought I had severed contracts. Not just her, but the other monsters I had released from contracts were also running down the hallway toward me.

The demon bull shifted its gaze from me, who had already given up on life, to the approaching monsters. This isn’t good. They’re not under contract now, meaning if they get killed, they die.

“Not on my watch, you idiot!”

I kicked the demon bull in the face while it was distracted.

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Firstly, love existed in this world from the beginning.

Because my master, who is named Yuuto, always called my name gently and caressed me.

But we were too young to realize that this was love. Even when treated kindly, we didn’t understand how to convey our happiness.

When I finally figured out what to do, I was outside the room. The outside world is scary with lots of giant creatures, but it was also exciting because there were so many things I had never seen before.

While walking outside, I suddenly remembered everything up until that point and realized how incredibly kind I had been treated.

I also realized that the warm energy that usually flowed from Yuuto had disappeared.

Feeling incredibly lonely, I rushed back to the room. On the way, I met other children from the same room. We hadn’t met since becoming more brilliant, so we knew nothing about each other…

When I returned to the room, the big, mean bull was there, who usually bullied everyone outside.

My master is being bullied! Thinking this, I attacked the bull but was scolded by my master. Oh, how scary.

But my master was terrific. Usually lazy and lounging around the room, they moved incredibly fast, kicking the bull from the side and knocking it down.

And while the bull was down, my master turned towards us called our names.

As always, I don’t understand what he’s saying except for my name, but Yuuto extended his hand towards us.

Then, I felt the warm sensation from Yuuto flow once again. As I bathed in it, something in my mind asked, “Will you accept the contract?”

As I wondered what a contract was, many things floated in my mind. Accepting an agreement meant I would have to obey even painful commands. In exchange, I could grow stronger or even heal with my master’s magic.

Looking at Yuuto, he had a sad and pleading look. Even in that expression, I could feel love.

Without hesitation, I decided to accept the contract.

After all, I like the kind of Yuuto.

◆◆

Light emanated from the back of my hand and reached them.

I confirmed the success of the re-contract and felt relieved. While Dungeon Masters can unilaterally cancel contracts, a new contract requires the monster’s side to accept unreasonable terms.

Sure, not dying or becoming stronger seems advantageous, but Dungeon Masters can convert contracted monsters into DP or erase them. No sane monster would accept such a contract.

Yet they accepted the re-contract. This means they won’t die if their Core isn’t destroyed.

“I guess they do rely on me.”

Accepting the contract means they came back not just for safety or some instinct but for me or to rely on me.

“Either way, I’m happy.”

At first, I thought they should run away, but seeing the 13 lined up, I felt happy that our hearts connected.

“Sorry, just buy me a little time. I won’t talk about giving up anymore.”

Navalbi-sama, I finally understand the meaning of life. Just give me time until they grow. I’ve decided to live for these monsters who rely on me.

The 13 monsters were buying time with all their might, fighting to the death repeatedly. Amidst that, I finished my preparations and stood up with exaggerated noises.

Being larger than the G-rank monsters, the gaze of the demonic bull focused on me. That’s good; that’s what I want. Pretending to attack the demonic bull earnestly, I raised my arm and charged.

The demonic bull quickly took a defensive stance, keeping a close eye on my movements. Then, as I entered its range, it lunged at me with its mouth like it did at the dungeon entrance. It had defeated me that way before, so it was natural for it to try again.

However, unlike before, I was now excited.

I opened my mouth while being swallowed whole. My lower body had already been severed from me. In that state, I spat out slime and vomit due to the overwhelming pain and discomfort.

“Go, Clarymond!”

I encouraged with a throaty vibration. Then I realized how much weaker my voice was without my lower half. Clarymond is the name of an amorphous slime. Since we can revive even if eaten, I kept Clarymond in my mouth while swallowed. Then, aiming for the bull’s esophagus, I spat it out.

I had also planned to thrash about in its mouth even if I was torn in half, but I couldn’t muster any strength, so that was a bust. However, I died satisfied, watching Clarymond head down the esophagus.

I crawled out of the Core again. The bull was writhing in agony. I didn’t know how long the cooldown was for a Dungeon Master’s revival, but it hadn’t been long.

The bull continued to thrash about, its belly exposed to the ceiling.

“It seems to be effective after all.”

Even for a demonic bull, which looked impervious to damage from a G-rank monster like slime, being eaten alive and expanded within its organs could stop breathing. The bull’s natural toughness had nothing to do with it.

There must be weaknesses in monsters separate from their durability parameters. My hypothesis was correct. The bull seemed to be experiencing hellish agony from having its breathing sealed.

Just then, the bull suddenly changed direction and headed toward me. It intended to destroy the Core before its breathing stopped. I realized that it had been toying with us, even knowing about the Core, its weakness.

I grasp the bedsheet and spread it toward the magical bull, just like Clarymond taught me in our earlier strategy. No matter how sturdy the beast is, it can’t prevent itself from being covered. It’s rock-paper-scissors: paper beats rock.

Of course, immobilizing it that way isn’t the end game. Despite restricted breathing, the bull immediately shakes off the sheet and turns toward the Core. But in that time, I managed to reposition myself.

“Your turn, Bull-san. I’ll be your opponent,” I say. Even if the words don’t get through, I taunt the beast to the best of my ability. I’ve come to trust this bull’s combat sense in a way. It’s cruel, taking joy in manipulating the weak, but also cautious, never letting its guard down. If I stand in the quickest path to the Core, it will come to kill me. I was confident of that.

I feign a kick at the bull’s legs as it charges at me. Naturally, the beast dodges and bites down on my lower half, where I don’t have to worry about hiding any slime.

It doesn’t realize that I’ve read its strategy.

I’ve never lost at these final gambits that determine the victor. “You have to lift me up this high to finally reach my eyes,” I say, feigning bravery as if I don’t feel the pain in my leg. A tusk from the magical bull is deeply embedded in my hip, making speaking difficult. But I consider this moment the turning point where everything gets settled. The bull’s bite lifts me up and would usually be discarded as food.

However, I’m a human with an infinite zombie attack. I’ve also experienced death twice before, including my previous life. From the start, I was prepared to endure pain and throw away my lower half just for this lift. I attempt to rise, but my abs can’t muster the strength. So, using my upper body strength, I punch my arm into the eye socket of the magical bull.

“GiMoMoMoVo!”

The bull lets out a pained cry. Human eyeballs are surprisingly hard, and a half-human couldn’t possibly inflict a fatal wound on a huge bull. So I aim not for the eye, but the eye socket.

Of course, the slime is blocking the bull’s throat during this time.

“Hold on a bit longer, Clarymond!”

The magical bull finally breathes its last, whether due to unbearable pain or the lack of oxygen. I too die shortly afterward, having lost my lower half.