Steady Growth and the Admin's Outreach

After steadily listing tickets on the market for three days straight, I'd broken through to a whopping level 6.

"I'm the god of dungeons."

I dumped the extra points just like that.

The max monster count doubled, letting slimes pile up to 60 now, and regen speed tests showed level 1 at 10 minutes, level 2 at 5 minutes—way faster than the old 15, basically insane.

"At this rate... even 2-3 people per field should be fine now, right?"

From watching dungeons so far, travel time plus combat clocked in at about 40-60 seconds per slime.

"With 60 slimes now and 5-minute regen... max slimes huntable during ticket time is around 66..."

Even if they clear everything, it'd recover to 60 in 5 hours, so for better turnover, I needed more tickets. That's why I bumped ticket production to level 2—now 25 per batch instead of 5.

"This means I can list 2 tickets per field every 5 hours."

My first goal: crank regen so high that even dozens of people swarming won't run dry during ticket duration. Max efficiency for everyone means more EXP and drops for me.

"Keep growing like this, and maybe I can fix the shelter's resource crunch someday?"

If this power delays the world's end, I can get back to my comfy NEET life.

A swirl of light gathered before the dwarf, forming a single ticket.

"...This the dungeon ticket everyone's whispering about like a ghost story on the gallery?"

The hype started just days ago. Wild stories, but one thing in common: a slime paradise exists, a hill teeming with dozens to hunt freely.

The dwarf didn't buy it at first...

Years in communities whispered they were hiding something. If it was really shit pics, reactions wouldn't be like that.

"Argh, fuck!!!!!!!! Armband!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This feels right." But no reports on the complaint board about tickets.

Meaning— "This ticket's the real deal."

The dwarf tore the ticket.

A lone explorer man materialized on the slime-bouncing hill.

"Feels like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠more slimes every time I come here."

Gallery user 'Vera's Dad'. No more commuting to shelter dungeons—now his routine was refreshing the market at home, snagging tickets fastest.

"Alright, big haul today!" As he psyched up, light swirled nearby, spitting out the dwarf.

"Whoa!! Tickets are real after all!!"

"Huh?"

"Oh, a fellow guest! Nice to meet ya! I'm—"

"Hold up! No time for intros. Time here's limited. Gotta max gains!"

The timer ticked even now. Vera's Dad didn't wanna waste explaining to this dwarf.

"Anyway—! I'm off to hunt over there, so don't overlap paths!" He bolted toward slimes, leaving the dwarf.

"H-Hey, wait—! Eh, whatever!" The dwarf charged nearby slimes, swinging his axe.

"Phew, no issues."

Monitoring the new 2-player setup, results matched expectations—perfect.

The upgraded dungeon with more monsters and faster regen left slimes even after two hunters.

"Ah... aaaah, fuuuuck yeeeah!!!! This hits different!!!" I twisted in ecstasy, barely containing the dopamine rush. Six users in my dungeon—six times the EXP and loot!

Bigger dungeons ahead mean even more gains. Earning without working? This is life.

"Kkomangi, I love you...!!"

"Hek hek..."

I stuffed Kkomangi's ear in my mouth and suckled away.

Dark room. Among armband admins running the community, the pinnacle one.

Joodak-

She wielded absolute power in the gallery, lately fixated on one bait.

"Dungeon... tickets..."

Not fully surfaced yet, just gallery whispers... but trusted sources confirmed: real.

Speculation: such absurd items scream Dimensional Transferee ability. At peak, they rewrite concepts.

Probably this ticket too—a transferee's power, like the one who built this community ages ago.

Maybe hope for this doomed world.

"Gotta... make contact..."

"Mmm~ life tastes sweet." Levels and cash roll in passively. For a lifelong rich NEET dreamer like me, perfect power.

Plus—

Subspace inventory for dungeon drops only, but hey, it exists.

At first I wondered where settled items went—turns out here.

"Heh... my coffers fill up."

Growing power. Nothing stops me now.

"Yeah, I'll become the god of the new world."

"Huh...?" A message?

I thought I was anonymous!?

"J-Joodak...!!!" Admins might track me.

Eh...? Not planning to kidnap, lock me up, and milk tickets like a machine?

I spilled my fears to Joodak.

...Help me??

Maybe periodic tribute? They protect me, I pay in tickets. Win-win...

I planned to supply anyway—world ends, no rich NEET life.