Jealousy [Dungeon Gallery]
Hey bros, remember me? The guy who whined about flies swarming his Despair Tower a while back?
Back then, all you guys left nasty comments like 'Shut it down' and 'Go out of business'—honestly, it stung. But now I'm doing better than you all, and it feels kinda weird lololol
(Photo: Piles of adventurers' gear and loot like a mountain)
See this? All this loot came in just from today's customers. I only handed remodeling over to Belial once, and the dungeon's totally transformed.
Used to bend over backward paying monster salaries, but now maintenance costs zero, and income's ten times higher. The dungeon itself changed so adventurers piss themselves running away, drop all their gear—picking it up is pure fun.
Bros, stop crying over your failing dungeons and check out Belial. It's a whole new world.
The lich who entrusted remodeling to Aiden. His Dungeon Gallery post rocketed straight to #1 hot post.
Viral accusations, DND fanboy attacks, envious questions—all mixed into a comment war frenzy.
But the massive crowds and loot piles in the photos were undeniable proof.
News of a failing dungeon hitting it big became hope—and jealousy—for demon realm dungeon masters.
And the rumors circled until inquiries flooded Belial Enterprise.
Belial Enterprise's customer center was absolute chaos.
"Yes, sir. What style are you looking for?"
"You know, that one! The thing on Dungeon Gallery! No monsters but adventurers die on their own!"
Agent Mina tilted her head. Tenth identical inquiry today. Everyone citing the gallery for 'no-monster dungeon' or 'budget terror'.
"Sorry, sir, but that's not in our catalog..."
"Ugh, frustrating! The place that remodeled Despair Tower—that's you guys! Do the same for me!"
Mina flustered, tapping her monitor. Despair Tower remodel—handled by Eastern Sales Team 3.
"Ah, got it. That's Team 3. Transferring you now."
Mina sighed in relief, routing the call. But it was just the beginning. Inquiries didn't stop.
"Hello, make mine a 1-pyeong elevator too!"
"Switch the Red Mask dungeon creator!"
The center turned into pandemonium. Every call pointed to Eastern Sales Team 3—one person's work.
"Team leader! Team 3 hold queue over 300! Lines are exploding!"
The customer center head urgently called Liliane.
"Team Leader Liliane, what the hell did you do? Customers are rioting. We can't handle it!"
"Sorry. But our team can't handle that volume. Schedule's maxed."
Liliane refused flatly. Current jobs already had Team 3 slammed. Strike while the iron's hot, sure—but don't overload the boat.
"Then what? Send 'em all away? Complaints will explode!"
"No choice. Route to other teams. 1 or 2 aren't idle."
That's when an eavesdropper chimed in.
"Oh my, Liliane. So heartless?"
The voice belonged to Nella—Eastern Sales Team 1 leader, Liliane's rival. Team 1 used to dominate, but recent flips fueled Nella's jealousy.
"Team Leader Nella?"
"We'll take those jobs."
"Team 3 can't handle 'em, right? We'll help. Calm customers, boost sales—win-win?"
Some Team 3-bound requests shifted to Team 1.
"Argh, driving me insane!"
Eastern Sales Team 1 ace, werewolf Warrick, slammed his desk. Dark circles hung under his eyes.
"Team leader, conditions are brutal! Budget's peanuts, demands are mountains!"
"Right. Terror with zero maintenance? We're dungeon makers, not shrinks!"
Team 1 gripes exploded. Nella's bold grabs all mimicked Team 3 style: low-cost, high-efficiency, overwhelming horror.
But imitation wasn't creation.
"Quiet! If Team 3 does it, why can't you? They dig underground for theirs?"
Nelda yelled incredulously. Team 3 nothing special—just lazy excuses, she thought.
"Get it done! Overtime, all-nighter—make it convincing!"
Team 1 plunged into hellish overtime. But forced ideas were crude.
"Hide monsters in sandstorms?"
"Slather illusion magic on mirrors!"
"Ditch monsters, fill with traps!"
Seemed plausible superficially—no substance. Couldn't transcend usual dungeon views. Obstacles annoying, not terrifying.
"Sigh... best we got?"
Warrick manipulated the editor with hollow eyes. His 'Sandstorm Labyrinth' looked solid: high-tech traps, stealth monsters packed in.
Maintenance over budget, but not scary. Adventurers could brute-force it.
"Screw it. Ship it."
Warrick finished in resignation. It'll work somehow.
But worst miscalculation.
Days later, office flipped again—not cheers, but rage-filled roars.
Nelda's face paled. Trembling, she replied.
"C-customer, calm down first..."
"Calm? Refund now! And damages!"
Click. Line dead.
Heavy silence blanketed the office. Nella bit her lip. Pride stung, but truth undeniable.
'How the hell does Team 3 make dungeons?!'
Warrick's was objectively fine: modern traps, stealth mobs, maze. Textbook solid.
Why fail?
'Budget short?' No. 3000 points squeezed max efficiency. Team 3 succeeded on less.
'Weak monsters?' No. Sandworm's desert beasts strong. Adventurers didn't flinch—charged through.
'What's the difference?'
Dungeon Gallery lately all Belial praise— all Team 3 work. By that half-demon employee.
'Can't comprehend.'
Sudden suspicion. Nella's eyes narrowed.
'Team 3 dipping into personal funds?'
Only explanation. Books show 1000 points, but secretly dumped tens of thousands on high magic/curses.
"Dirty cheats."
Nelda ground her teeth. Performance via cash, not skill—she was sure.
One way: expose, drag 'em down.
"Connect to Audit Team."
"Full probe on Team 3 recent projects. Suspected personal fund misuse, ledger tampering."
"But evidence...?"
"Results are evidence! That quality on 1000 points? They backdoored cash."
Nelda's eyes gleamed. Expose Team 3, bury Sandworm flop. Spin as them disrupting market, causing our losses.
"Just watch, Liliane. Your pets will be your downfall."
Nelda smirked triumphantly.
Subordinate called.
"Team leader, Audit connected."
She grabbed the receiver, voice brimming certainty.
"Audit Team? Calling with a tip. Yeah. Eastern Sales Team 3's recent performance... some very interesting suspicions."
Her report logged instantly. Belial's Audit Team—ruthless, tenacious hounds. Once they bite, no release.
Nelda thrilled at kneecapping Team 3 and dooming Liliane.