Prologue

A piercing light seeped through the window, stabbing into my eyes and jolting me awake. It wasn't morning sunlight. This was an underground Shelter, after all.

Peering out the window, I saw a massive mineral embedded in the ceiling, shining down in place of the sun.

"Ugh... maybe it's time to get up."

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stretched out long and hard, yawning as I pondered how to kill time today, then fired up the community app.

Ah, the usual peaceful scenery today.

Glancing at the time, the market was set to open in less than five minutes.

I casually listed my items in the Isekai Survival Gallery market.

Slime Hill tickets: 30

Goblin Mine tickets: 15

Kobold Quarry tickets: 10

Gray Wolf Plains tickets: 10

Orc Plains tickets...

All registered at the rock-bottom price of 100 coins each. And right as I hit confirm, the market opened.

Hmm... resellers gonna resell, but the mods will handle the bans.

"Kkomangi, wanna go for a walk?"

"Hek hek..."

This was an underground Shelter in a world that had come to ruin.

And I had become the one and only Living Dungeon Master in this crumbling world.