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Chapter 1
There is a famous maxim in the stock market:
"Buy the fear, sell the greed."
When everyone is fleeing and the market is in a despairing trough that no one wants to look at, you should buy instead.
And when everyone is enthusiastic and flocking in, you clear out your positions without any lingering regrets.
Most ordinary folks fail because they cannot keep that simple principle.
But I am different.
It has been several years since I was dragged into this mysterious, different world to roll around in the dirt. I realized that I possessed a broken, cheat-like ability called [Vision], which allowed me to peek into a person's future—albeit for a very brief moment.
'With this ability, I can become a filthy rich man in this godforsaken world!'
I can do it! If it's me!
And so, harboring overflowing confidence, I pooled all the money I had gathered from years of scrambling like a dog in this world and invested it in a shabby merchant whose future looked like he was sitting on a cushion of wealth through my Vision ability.
And my ability was surprisingly accurate.
Because that bastard merchant crossed the border with the entirety of the money invested by me and the other suckers, and he is now living a very lavish life.
…
Fuck!! It turns out he became rich with my money!
…Anyway. Paying a bloody, expensive tuition fee, I learned a bone-deep lesson.
Trusting this ability, which only shows a very fragmentary flash of a moment, and blindly investing in another person's uncontrollable business is sheer madness.
Therefore, grabbing the last few coins remaining in my hands, I resolved to directly make a value investment in a 'human commodity' that I could control according to my own will.
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"350 Gold!"
"500 Gold! I'll buy!"
A slave auction house secretly located deep underground.
I had heard that even in this world, slave auctions outside of designated areas were illegal.
But look at the Chief of Public Security and the Guard Captain sitting in those VIP seats.
Aren't those bastards openly scrutinizing the 'commodities' on the stage, calculating their profit and loss margins?
It was either a precarious tightrope walk between legal and illegal, or just a rotten, lawless zone where the law lay flat on its face before money.
"The current highest bid is 500 Gold! Are there any other bids!"
The blood-splattering bidding war among foreign merchants and nobles swinging their fatty bellies. I sat in a corner with my legs crossed, watching the sight and clicking my tongue.
'Foolish bastards.'
To hop onto an item at its peak whose value has already skyrocketed to the ceiling.
No matter how high-scarcity a pretty elf is, at 500 Gold, the recovery rate of the principal is truly the worst.
If you are a true merchant, or rather a 'value investor,' you wouldn't give a single glance to an item that is like an inflated meme coin.
"Now, now, the next item... there's no denying that it's been handled a bit roughly... but I believe that will actually whet the appetite of some of you here. You all know the name of this merchandise very well."
At that moment, along with the auctioneer's voice, the flamboyant curtain was pulled back. What was dragged onto the stage was none other than a rusty iron cage.
In an instant, cold water was dashed all over the heated auction house.
"Ugh, what is that?"
"It smells like a rotting corpse! They're putting that kind of trash up for auction?"
Inside the iron cage, a ruined figure was curled up so badly that it was hard to call it a human. Its hair was tangled with filth and blood scabs, turning a gray color, and its gaunt limbs, where bones were starkly exposed, were full of horrific traces of torture.
It was at that exact moment. My [Vision] pierced through a fleeting gap.
Overlapping the pile of gray filth, a brilliant flash of silver light appeared, bright enough to blind one's eyes.
Confirming that overwhelming 'future value,' a sly smile hung on the corners of my mouth.
'Found it. The undervalued prize asset that will turn my life around.'
"You all probably know. A few years ago, the eldest daughter of the Count Valentine Family, which was destroyed for treason... Camellia Valentine."
As soon as the auctioneer's words ended, fierce jeers poured out.
"Crazy! What kind of trouble are we going to get into if we buy a traitor girl!"
"Even if it weren't for that, she looks like she's going to drop dead any second! Get it away! You couldn't even use her as a plaything!"
No one bid.
A perfect delisting.
If she went unsold like this, that woman would be treated worse than a beast and eventually die.
But in my eyes, it was different. Dirty? You just have to wash her. Malnourished? Feeding her meat and letting her sleep well would do.
The label of being the bloodline of a traitor family was the worst risk to bear, but at the same time, it was an opportunity for an uncompetitive bottom-buyout.
Amidst the pouring jeers from the neighborhood, the auctioneer, breaking out in a cold sweat, lifted the gavel.
"I-If there is no one... I will, I will mark it as unso..."
"One silver coin."
Breaking the silence, my voice drew the eyes of the auctioneer house.
The cost of a single night's stay in a cheap inn room.
The worst negative factor of being a 'traitor family' had caused her current price to pierce beneath the floor and plummet into the basement.
"T-That crazy guy. Why buy a piece of junk like that?"
"Isn't that guy Nasus? I heard he got scammed out of his entire fortune by that skinny merchant, he must have finally gone mad from the shock!"
Contemptuous gazes and murmuring around me.
But I leisurely hid my expression and cheered inwardly.
'You foolish bastards. You guys can stay trapped at the peak and do the dishwashing for the rest of your lives.'
Because although it was a fleeting moment, I clearly saw how her future would shine.
"Uh, uh... Yes! Sold! Sold for one silver coin!"
The auctioneer hastily struck the gavel as if clearing away a nuisance.
---
The metallic sound of the iron cage's lock being undone echoed through the dreadfully cold basement.
Camellia slowly lifted her head with unfocused eyes.
'Ah... it's over.'
Her parents' heads rolling down right in front of her eyes.
Since that day, there were only two things she remembered.
Screams.
And the endless torture.
She, who had once drawn everyone's envy, had now become an existence worse than filth on the street.
The man who bought her for a single silver coin would surely be no different.
He would undoubtedly abuse her to satisfy his perverted desires, mocking the name of her family and turning her into a low-grade plaything.
But it didn't matter.
She was already no different from a dead person anyway.
She tried to stand up, but she couldn't even manage with her broken legs.
Lying helplessly flat on the cold stone floor, Camellia stared at the toe of the approaching man's boot.
'If you're going to hit me, hit me quickly. And please... kill me quickly.'
It was the moment she closed her eyes tightly while trembling uncontrollably.
Flutter
Something heavy and warm covered her back.
It was neither a whip nor a kick.
It was a coat made of leather, with the man's body temperature fully remaining in it.
"……?"
Camellia looked up at the man with blank eyes. The man was looking down at her, scowling.
"You look like an absolute wreck."
"……Please, just kill me."
Her cracked voice leaked out with great difficulty.
Then, the man tilted the corners of his mouth up and said,
"I can't do that. Because you have to do... a whole lot of work for me from now on."
'A commodity must not die as soon as I buy it. I'll patch up her body completely, make sure her value skyrockets, and then I'll take profit and exit with thousands of times the return!'
As if moved by his own grand plan, the man smiled as gently and warmly as possible.
But. Encountering that smile, a chilling goosebump spread straight down Camellia's spine.
'…A demon.'
Reflected in her blurred field of vision, the man's smile was nothing short of horrific.
She was the bloodline of a traitor, a piece-of-junk slave whose bones were broken and flesh torn throughout her entire body, making it unsurprising if she drew her last breath tomorrow. Having bought someone like her for a mere silver coin, how could he make such an expression full of joy?
Even the warm body temperature of the leather coat gave her an unpleasant goosebump.
He must surely be a vicious and terrible sadistic pervert who could not be satisfied by ordinary torture, or an evil Dark Mage.
'A whole lot of work for him from now on...? What on earth is he planning to do to me?'
Plunged into despair, Camellia's body shook like an aspen tree.
She wished her heart would just stop instead. Rather than being torn to shreds by that man's hands, death would be the only mercy and salvation.
---
The bumpy dirt road of the slum.
All the while climbing the steep slope, the cargo strapped to my shoulder was terrifyingly light.
Skin and bones that felt like they would crumble at any moment.
This coin stock picked up for a single silver coin was so precarious that it wouldn't be strange if her breath stopped right away.
Creeeeak
Opening the wooden door that looked ready to break at any second, I thudded her down in a corner of a cramped room where not even a handful of light entered properly.
And then, I reflexively pinched my nose tightly and stepped back.
A dreadful stench quickly spread inside the cramped corner. Filth, hardened blood scabs, and even the smell of oozing fluid from festering wounds. This was not the smell of a human.
'Even if it's a bottom-buy, she's way too ruined!'
A look that wouldn't be surprising at all if she died suddenly of sepsis if left alone for just one more night.
I couldn't just watch the undervalued prize asset, which I had picked up by emptying my precious capital of one silver coin, face delisting on its very first day of listing.
'First, I have to strip off those rotten rags and run a hardcore entire body disinfection. Otherwise, she'll really die.'
In the most firm and business-like voice possible, I handed down the first management guideline to my precious stock(?).
"Take it off."
"……!"
At my firm word, the shoulders of Camellia, who was curled up on the floor, jolted violently.
Her gray eyes, which looked like a dead fish, shook frantically and scanned the surroundings.
She tightly clutched the rags draped over her body with trembling hands. Biting her bloodless lips, she desperately tried to pull her body back as much as possible.
…
'Why isn't she taking it off? Could it be that she doesn't even have the energy to strip?'
Do I have to wash her myself like a pet?
Well, I suppose it's asking too much of a coin stock that almost got delisted right after purchase to produce performance on its own.
"It can't be helped. Stay still, I'll take it off for you."
Friday, 22 May 2026
Thursday, 21 May 2026
Chapter 1
Dungeon.
A concept that frequently appears in games.
Inside a dungeon, there exist vast treasures and monsters.
The protagonist explores this place, beats up monsters, obtains rewards, and grows.
I am aware that these elements are so intuitive and fun that they have been loved by many for a long time.
It's like a hearty bowl of Sundae Gukbap (Korean blood sausage soup).
Among the games I play, there were a few of that genre.
For example, the darkest dungeon where I can self-torture while watching my party members suffer from madness on a daily basis, or if I get caught in a trap, the heroine's clothes get ripped off… Wait, maybe that's not it.
Besides this, there are many works with dungeons as the subject, and because of that, the majority of gamers, including me, are likely familiar with the concept of a dungeon, even if it is fictional.
Anyway.
The thought that comes to mind whenever I see a dungeon.
It is precisely this.
'The bosses who made this are fucking pitiful.'
It is pity for the dungeon operators who get beaten up like a community drum.
They literally get beaten up.
They carefully craft traps.
They decorate the interior to match the theme.
They must have raised their monsters with as much care as their own children, but.
[Jackpot! How can such a thing happen in the world!? 3 minutes 50 seconds, final dungeon speedrun with basic items!]
[How to catch a Demon King with a water balloon, lolololololololol]
Seeing them being thoroughly ravaged by players makes my eyes moist with moisture on their own.
Of course.
It is natural since games are made for users to clear them.
But there are many persistent people in this world.
Some call them veterans or hardcore players.
Of course, the game company would just hope that users follow their designs honestly.
But humans as living beings are incredibly creative, so if they set a goal to somehow beat a boss with just a wooden sword, they practice it.
[You're doing this? No way!]
[But it actually happened!]
Seeing as there are so many of these titles on YouTube videos, they are fellow humans, but they are incredibly surprising bastards.
Even the final bosses, who in the setting can threaten all of humanity, merely degenerate into toys that are fun to play with in front of them.
I stared at the hologram that appeared before my eyes.
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Internet community.
A place where dopamine, chaos, and disgust run rampant.
People call that dump a so-called community.
Inside an unnamed cave.
I couldn't help but have a blank expression at the landscape that was reminiscent of a community.
That wasn't all.
【Congratulations on becoming a Dungeon Master!】
【Achieve a myth by defending your dungeon from intruders!】
"What is this."
A phantom message covering the community window.
Is this a dream or reality?
Even after thinking it over and over, there was no answer.
"……."
Shit.
There won't be any veteran players, right?
So.
To define it in one word, I am an ordinary person.
My job is a freelancer, a person who lives a boring life that everyone acknowledges will have no dramatic changes in the future.
When I came to my senses, I was standing in a dark and eerie place out of nowhere.
What kind of bullshit is that?
I don't know either.
I slept well yesterday, but when I woke up, I was in a strange cave, and it wasn't like I was kidnapped in a van, but my brain froze at this absurd situation.
Dungeon Gallery.
And the status window.
"Motherfucker, this is fucked."
The swearing that came out automatically.
This was the first time in my life I felt such a dizzying feeling.
I declare.
I am more flustered right now than an elementary school student who pissed his pants on the bus.
Shit.
What about my monthly rental apartment with a 10 million deposit that I worked hard to save up for?
Where is the used car I purchased cheaply for 5 million won?
Was I being punished?
I did shout extreme curses at a teammate while playing games before going to bed yesterday, calling them a bastard without a mother.
Was that such a capital crime?
Just as I was denying reality.
"Wave? Dungeon?"
If you bring someone to a strange place, you should at least inform them kindly.
From the beginning, the phenomenon I'm currently facing is meaningless.
"Even if you tell me to prepare in advance..."
How am I supposed to prepare?
I pinched my cheek.
Since I can feel the pain, it doesn't seem to be a dream.
"Suddenly I'm pissed off."
What kind of shit is this without any warning?
No matter how harsh society is, if there is an urgent request or business, isn't it common courtesy to give at least some time to prepare your heart?
Kidnapping a person into a cave out of nowhere.
Defend the dungeon??
Prepare means to protect it in advance??
How generous of you.
Even the lady driver who tried to hit my car on the highway would be kinder than this.
"Shit."
The problem is that my head gets hot quickly.
If I have a single advantage, it is that I am a person who controls my emotions quickly.
Anyway.
What's the use of getting angry at that hologram?
It's not like that will overcome the situation I'm in now.
"Haa."
Drip, drip-
The reverberation created by the groundwater dripping from the stalactites overlaps with the sound of my sigh.
What is the most important thing in living in this world?
This is my theory.
It is precisely problem-solving ability.
There is a saying I like the most.
Even if you are taken to a tiger's den, if you keep your wits about you, you can survive.
Even if a natural disaster strikes and all property, including houses and cars, evaporates, if you realize you signed up for fire insurance and storm and flood insurance without being discouraged, you go to the local government to file a complaint to get money quickly.
If you weren't insured, if there is a will to record a video and upload it to a site, what could you not do?
Crisis is opportunity.
I really like this saying.
Whining, crying, getting angry, and lamenting change absolutely nothing.
"For now."
I stare at the gallery for a long time.
Is this really a community where people communicate?
Based on my life experience, if there was something I didn't know, it was better to ask others than to solve it myself.
"Can I write a post too?"
Well, how should I write a post?
Would people even look at it if it wasn't an agro-inducing title like '295-year-old Necromancer's Last Sincere Full-Power Last Dance'?
Hmm?
Yes.
Nickname.
I have a nickname I often use whenever I sign up for a site, but.
【Newbie】
Let's just go with this for now.
The name isn't that important anyway.
What good time.
I didn't create this to leisurely browse the gallery.
It's just to seek means to break through the current situation.
I tried to upload a post.
In the middle of preparing a 5,700-character main text with great care.
A newly appeared notification window suddenly covered the post I was writing.
"Why is a New User Notification window appearing on a gallery?"
I tried to erase the notification window and accidentally deleted the post.
"Ah, shit."
Oh, this means I have to write from the beginning, doesn't it?
I sighed and connected to the gallery again.
Well, I remember the content, so I'll write it faster than before.
Just as I was about to press the write button.
The posts in the gallery started to regenerate quickly.
To the point where I thought it was excessive.
Feeling something was strange, I checked the posts.
New User Notification, what is this...? [15]
Agro, agro, agro, agro, agro, agro, agro, agro [7]
Shit, was the gallery hacked?? [25]
By any chance, brothers, are my eyes crooked?? A newbie entered Dungeon Gallery?? [54]
What.
Why is this place like this all of a sudden?
I clicked on the post with the most replies.
Looking at the countless comments attached below.
Internet community.
A place where dopamine, chaos, and disgust run rampant.
People call that dump a so-called community.
The reaction to me was quite explosive.
A concept that frequently appears in games.
Inside a dungeon, there exist vast treasures and monsters.
The protagonist explores this place, beats up monsters, obtains rewards, and grows.
I am aware that these elements are so intuitive and fun that they have been loved by many for a long time.
It's like a hearty bowl of Sundae Gukbap (Korean blood sausage soup).
Among the games I play, there were a few of that genre.
For example, the darkest dungeon where I can self-torture while watching my party members suffer from madness on a daily basis, or if I get caught in a trap, the heroine's clothes get ripped off… Wait, maybe that's not it.
Besides this, there are many works with dungeons as the subject, and because of that, the majority of gamers, including me, are likely familiar with the concept of a dungeon, even if it is fictional.
Anyway.
The thought that comes to mind whenever I see a dungeon.
It is precisely this.
'The bosses who made this are fucking pitiful.'
It is pity for the dungeon operators who get beaten up like a community drum.
They literally get beaten up.
They carefully craft traps.
They decorate the interior to match the theme.
They must have raised their monsters with as much care as their own children, but.
[Jackpot! How can such a thing happen in the world!? 3 minutes 50 seconds, final dungeon speedrun with basic items!]
[How to catch a Demon King with a water balloon, lolololololololol]
Seeing them being thoroughly ravaged by players makes my eyes moist with moisture on their own.
Of course.
It is natural since games are made for users to clear them.
But there are many persistent people in this world.
Some call them veterans or hardcore players.
Of course, the game company would just hope that users follow their designs honestly.
But humans as living beings are incredibly creative, so if they set a goal to somehow beat a boss with just a wooden sword, they practice it.
[You're doing this? No way!]
[But it actually happened!]
Seeing as there are so many of these titles on YouTube videos, they are fellow humans, but they are incredibly surprising bastards.
Even the final bosses, who in the setting can threaten all of humanity, merely degenerate into toys that are fun to play with in front of them.
I stared at the hologram that appeared before my eyes.
─────
─────
─────
Internet community.
A place where dopamine, chaos, and disgust run rampant.
People call that dump a so-called community.
Inside an unnamed cave.
I couldn't help but have a blank expression at the landscape that was reminiscent of a community.
That wasn't all.
【Congratulations on becoming a Dungeon Master!】
【Achieve a myth by defending your dungeon from intruders!】
"What is this."
A phantom message covering the community window.
Is this a dream or reality?
Even after thinking it over and over, there was no answer.
"……."
Shit.
There won't be any veteran players, right?
So.
To define it in one word, I am an ordinary person.
My job is a freelancer, a person who lives a boring life that everyone acknowledges will have no dramatic changes in the future.
When I came to my senses, I was standing in a dark and eerie place out of nowhere.
What kind of bullshit is that?
I don't know either.
I slept well yesterday, but when I woke up, I was in a strange cave, and it wasn't like I was kidnapped in a van, but my brain froze at this absurd situation.
Dungeon Gallery.
And the status window.
"Motherfucker, this is fucked."
The swearing that came out automatically.
This was the first time in my life I felt such a dizzying feeling.
I declare.
I am more flustered right now than an elementary school student who pissed his pants on the bus.
Shit.
What about my monthly rental apartment with a 10 million deposit that I worked hard to save up for?
Where is the used car I purchased cheaply for 5 million won?
Was I being punished?
I did shout extreme curses at a teammate while playing games before going to bed yesterday, calling them a bastard without a mother.
Was that such a capital crime?
Just as I was denying reality.
"Wave? Dungeon?"
If you bring someone to a strange place, you should at least inform them kindly.
From the beginning, the phenomenon I'm currently facing is meaningless.
"Even if you tell me to prepare in advance..."
How am I supposed to prepare?
I pinched my cheek.
Since I can feel the pain, it doesn't seem to be a dream.
"Suddenly I'm pissed off."
What kind of shit is this without any warning?
No matter how harsh society is, if there is an urgent request or business, isn't it common courtesy to give at least some time to prepare your heart?
Kidnapping a person into a cave out of nowhere.
Defend the dungeon??
Prepare means to protect it in advance??
How generous of you.
Even the lady driver who tried to hit my car on the highway would be kinder than this.
"Shit."
The problem is that my head gets hot quickly.
If I have a single advantage, it is that I am a person who controls my emotions quickly.
Anyway.
What's the use of getting angry at that hologram?
It's not like that will overcome the situation I'm in now.
"Haa."
Drip, drip-
The reverberation created by the groundwater dripping from the stalactites overlaps with the sound of my sigh.
What is the most important thing in living in this world?
This is my theory.
It is precisely problem-solving ability.
There is a saying I like the most.
Even if you are taken to a tiger's den, if you keep your wits about you, you can survive.
Even if a natural disaster strikes and all property, including houses and cars, evaporates, if you realize you signed up for fire insurance and storm and flood insurance without being discouraged, you go to the local government to file a complaint to get money quickly.
If you weren't insured, if there is a will to record a video and upload it to a site, what could you not do?
Crisis is opportunity.
I really like this saying.
Whining, crying, getting angry, and lamenting change absolutely nothing.
"For now."
I stare at the gallery for a long time.
Is this really a community where people communicate?
Based on my life experience, if there was something I didn't know, it was better to ask others than to solve it myself.
"Can I write a post too?"
Well, how should I write a post?
Would people even look at it if it wasn't an agro-inducing title like '295-year-old Necromancer's Last Sincere Full-Power Last Dance'?
Protocol Confirmation
【You must register as a user to write a post.】
【Would you like to register as a user?】
【Would you like to register as a user?】
Hmm?
Yes.
Nickname.
I have a nickname I often use whenever I sign up for a site, but.
【Newbie】
Let's just go with this for now.
The name isn't that important anyway.
What good time.
I didn't create this to leisurely browse the gallery.
It's just to seek means to break through the current situation.
I tried to upload a post.
In the middle of preparing a 5,700-character main text with great care.
A newly appeared notification window suddenly covered the post I was writing.
"Why is a New User Notification window appearing on a gallery?"
I tried to erase the notification window and accidentally deleted the post.
"Ah, shit."
Oh, this means I have to write from the beginning, doesn't it?
I sighed and connected to the gallery again.
Well, I remember the content, so I'll write it faster than before.
Just as I was about to press the write button.
The posts in the gallery started to regenerate quickly.
To the point where I thought it was excessive.
Feeling something was strange, I checked the posts.
New User Notification, what is this...? [15]
Agro, agro, agro, agro, agro, agro, agro, agro [7]
Shit, was the gallery hacked?? [25]
By any chance, brothers, are my eyes crooked?? A newbie entered Dungeon Gallery?? [54]
What.
Why is this place like this all of a sudden?
I clicked on the post with the most replies.
Looking at the countless comments attached below.
Best Comments
Golem King 1 min ago
I just saw it too, did you guys see it too?
Sealed Philosopher 1 min ago
Isn't this the main moderator's agro?????
Kongkong 2 min ago
To call it the usual WWE, it's a notification window I've never seen before.
DIP 2 min ago
Hmm...
King Demon 3 min ago
A legendary incident occurred lol.
Sealed Conqueror 4 min ago
Is this a super fun prank prepared carefully by the main moderator for us?
World Is Cold 4 min ago
Main moderator, make an announcement.
Ant Queen 5 min ago
Real, make an announcement before I get ravished, shit.
Vile Love 5 min ago
Lol, what on earth is this situation?
Kingslayer 6 min ago
Wasn't it that no new Dungeon Master has appeared since the main moderator's generation??
Anonymous Killer 6 min ago
The main moderator said it with their own mouth. Others also verified it and said that it was completely correct.
Am I the only one without subordinates? 7 min ago
Are you watching, newbie...
Squinty-eyed Character 8 min ago
What kind of bastard are you really??
Magic Hero 9 min ago
H-h-hope you can leave just one comment...
Orange★ 10 min ago
What?
Internet community.
A place where dopamine, chaos, and disgust run rampant.
People call that dump a so-called community.
The reaction to me was quite explosive.
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