[Review] Must-Read for Bargain Hunters (No Ads)
Author: Even1PointIsTooMuch
Bro, I just got a custom dungeon from Belial this time. Budget? Exactly 1000 points. Not a single point more lol.
Space? They said land's too expensive, so only 1 pyeong. Honestly thought what the hell can you do with that kinda money—figured it'd be warehouse tier at best. But when I got the goods? Holy shit, it's legit.
Maintenance? 0 points.
Monster feed? 0 points.
Trap repairs? Not needed.
Instead, you spray some perfume-like shit and there's a time limit, but you'll recoup costs way before that lmao.
Revenue's rolling in fat stacks. Does this even make sense? In all my years running dungeons, never seen a cash cow this cheap. Feeling so good I had to post here.
Don't waste points on overpriced mobs—look into shit like this. Save money to get rich, tsk tsk.
Clap—clap—clap—dry, sporadic applause filled the office. It wasn't cheers or a festive vibe. Just the bare minimum courtesy for someone who'd delivered results—or maybe polite ass-kissing.
"…Congrats, Aiden."
"Heard you crushed it this time? Even HQ's buzzing."
A few colleagues approached, but their faces were awkward as hell. Not long ago, these same guys treated me like a transparent half-breed mutt or sneered behind my back. Now I'd stacked wins, shooting up to core talent status. Must be awkward—ignore me and my results slap too hard; play nice and their past bullshit stares back.
Things are getting fun.
I savored their conflicted glares and nodded lightly.
"Just got lucky."
"Luck? Humble's one thing—overdo it and it's poison," my desk neighbor said with a forced grin.
"Eyes up here."
Liliane stepped to the office center. Her presence snapped the chatter to silence.
"As you know, this cheapskate project was a smashing success."
She scanned the room slowly.
"Client raved and promised more orders. Not that we're thrilled about that."
Laughter rippled out. She approached me, holding out the letter.
"Congrats, Aiden. Or should I say Assistant Manager Aiden now?"
Name: Aiden
Affiliation: Eastern Sales Team 3
Position: Assistant Manager
Details: For your outstanding performance and creative dungeon planning, which greatly contributed to company profits, you are hereby promoted to Assistant Manager.
"Thank you." I took it calmly. Eyes bored into me. Now they had to see me not as some half-demon mutt, but their boss. The uneasy vibe hit my skin already.
And then.
HR Score increased by 20 points.
Huh?
HR score jumped from -75 to -55. But that wasn't the issue.
The description changed?
Used to say -100 meant permanent dismissal. Now it's +200 for independence.
"Phew." Kinda lucky. If I'd accepted Diendi Make's scout last time?
Would've been fucked for real.
Anyway, now I knew how to break free—keep crushing it.
"…."
Whispers rose as I got promoted. Raw envy and jealousy. Liliane leaned in, whispering like she'd expected it.
"Assistant Manager Aiden, pop into my office? Got something private."
"Yes, ma'am."
I pocketed the letter and followed. Door shut, noise cut off.
She perched on her desk, crossing her legs. Black stockings flashed allure.
"Ahem."
Pure succubus charm.
"Congrats again, Aiden. For real."
She tapped her red lips with a finger. Blatant tease.
"You know you're pretty damn appealing, right? Thought you were just a fun toy at first… now you're tempting."
"Flattered. But the private matter…?"
"Heh, always so straight-laced."
She feigned disappointment, then got serious.
"Actually, got a proposal. Super secretive… and risky."
"Risky commission?"
"Exactly. Off-books, ultra-classified. Hear it and you can't back out. Refuse? Well, no choice."
Her eyes chilled. Half-threat, really—company signaling a dangerous job. Decline and you're marked, somehow.
But also opportunity. Meant they trusted me that much.
"I'm listening."
Her lips curved.
"Good. Client wants a 'Dungeon Resort'. Points? Whatever it takes."
"Resort?"
I blinked. Dungeon resorts weren't for blocking adventurers—private paradises for dungeon masters to unwind. Usually luxe resorts or hot springs, handled by specialists.
"Don't specialists handle that?"
"Yes. But this client's special. Wants it for his employees' 'welfare'. Great boss, right?"
"Sure. Noble of him."
Surprising in demon world. Then she dropped the bomb.
"And plans to massacre them all there."
"…Pardon?"
Did I hear right? Massacre? At a resort?
"Lately his underlings… eh, long story. Anyway, lure 'em under vacation pretense, gather 'em up, clean house neat."
She smiled casually over brutal words.
"Drop 'em from life's best vacation into worst hell. That's the core."
"…."
"Client's got some conscience—kill after they enjoy a bit."
"…."
I was speechless. That's conscience? Demon logic's beyond me.
Faux resort execution chamber, huh.
Next-level bad taste.
"Think your wild strategies can pull it? Success means rising past company eyes… maybe even above me. Fail? You know."
Her soft succubus touch on my tie carried heavy warning.
I met her gaze straight.
"Got it. I'm in."
"Heh, knew it."
She released, satisfied.
"Looking forward, Assistant Manager. Give 'em an unforgettable final vacation."
Resort, huh.
I sighed deep leaving her office. A massacre resort.
How to spin this?
Past horrors weren't vacation material. Hit dungeon, horror triggers fast. This? Time it out—kill slow. Per client's 'kind' request, let 'em enjoy a taste first.
"Hmm."
No instant horrors. Dense rulebooks like school? No one's reading on vacay—they'd booze and lounge.
Not just scary—fatal trap in fun. Laugh happy, mood flips, dead. Creeping dread.
Aha!
Idea flashed. Horror with delay, not instant.
Splash—splash—emerald waves lapped white sands soft. Warm sun, cool breeze, palm-shaded loungers. Paradise, no doubt.
"Kahaha! This slays!"
An orc raised his beer, hollering. Shirtless, rolling in sand sans armor.
"Boss shells out for this? Must've splurged."
"Yeah. Usually such a tightwad—big win lately?"
A dark elf chimed, sipping cocktail. Dozens of monsters lounged around. Goblins built sandcastles; trolls splashed seas. BBQ smoke replaced battlefield gore.
"Yo, drink up! Blackout tonight!"
Party ramped as speakers crackled island-wide. Music flowed—cheerful, yet eerie nursery tune.
Crackle—
"Song's on."
"New one?"
Monsters paused mugs, listening. Childish voice echoed beach.
♬ Sachiko, they call her Satchan~ Isn't she just so cute? ♬
"Pffhaha! What kiddie crap?"
"Sachiko? Boss's secret kid?"
They guffawed, clutching bellies. Song rolled on.
♬ But Sachiko's just a kid, you see~ Can't even say her name right~ ♬