In our world, you die.
That's it. Game over.
Unless you're Jesus Christ, who pulled off the whole resurrection thing.
Me? Just a regular guy.
So when I kick the bucket, that's the end, right? That's what I thought.
But right now, I'm telling you this from inside a freaking dungeon.
Yeah, a real one. Like in the games.Got your attention? Want to know how the hell I ended up here? Buckle up.
I was hammered in Miami. Picked up a blonde at a bar—total bombshell—and things got... hands-on in the car on the way home.
My penthouse at 1100 Brickell Drive has this fancy car elevator that takes you straight to the balcony.
Except it malfunctioned. Instead of easing out, the damn thing floored it.
Eighty-five floors of freefall. Straight down.I loved my life. If that's how I had to go, fine.
But when everything went black, I felt something. Not warm light or divine peace.
Dark. Cold. Heavy. A voice—not God's—said,"You can't pass yet.First, you have to earn it."
Then... three hours of falling.
I hate heights more than ever now.
I woke up in a small house by a river.
The land around it looked too perfect—video-game perfect.
And there was a massive gate.
I thought, What the actual fuck is this place?Before I could stand, a voice spoke.
Not human. Old-school AI vibes, like something from 2023.
I blurted the first thing that came to mind:"Where the hell are you, clanker? We need to talk.
I need answers. Now."A blue hologram appeared—generic silhouette, no face, locked like a placeholder NPC. It said:"I am Model XD149288.
I will be your AI guide in this world. Welcome to Aserin.
Here, you can be a mage, an engineer, whatever you desire.
Your current location: a triple inverted dungeon.""Hold up. What the hell is a 'triple inverted dungeon'?"It explained in that flat robotic tone:"It functions like a standard dungeon: floors 1 to 100, each harder than the last, ending with a brutal boss.
The twist? It doesn't stop at 100—it inverts and replicates downward, from 100 back to 1. We're currently on floor 201, which corresponds to the 'outside world' but still inside the dungeon.
""Okay, kinda getting it. What's the 'triple' part?""
Simple. There are no more floors above the outside world... but here, you can keep expanding. Every floor you conquer grants you a 'dungeon level' of your own: land to farm, raise livestock, build industries—whatever you need.
""So if I clear floors, I expand my base? And there's a real outside world? I can get out?""Yes. And yes. Conquer the first 100 floors, and we can exit to the surface. Let me check your status."A blue window popped up in front of me, RPG-style.
Embarrassing, but there it was:
Name: David
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
Age: 25
Strength: Average
Endurance: Average
Agility: Average
Intelligence: Average
Mana: Low (but usable)
Special: Basic Magic, Infinite InventoryPlus extras: black lungs (Miami souvenirs) and... let's just say "well-endowed."
At least I can use magic and I own an inventory. I opened it: basic sword and food. Instant noodles!
I yelled so loud the hologram flinched. But yeah—noodles.
The river water was clean.
I could survive.
From that day, I did what every magic anime teaches: spam Heal until I passed out.
Every day.
At first, even the basic spell dropped me in seconds.
But slowly... now I can chain eight without blacking out.
Key lesson: levels just boost base stats. If you don't train—swordplay, magic, anything—a low-level scrub who actually knows how to fight will wreck you.
That's why I haven't touched floor 200 yet.
If it's not beginner-friendly, I'm dead.
Tomorrow, the real grind starts.
Morning came.
XD's robotic voice still sucks—2023-level stiff. Wish I could patch it, but I'm no coder.
My old life had some basic programming, but this would be alien.
Geared up: sword (practice starts today), supply pack from inventory (bread, butter, chicken, veggies I'd planted: lettuce, carrots, tomatoes).
Dungeon resets daily supplies. Blessing.XD reminded me: she can only enter floors I've conquered.
Requirement: kill at least one common monster and the floor guardian.
I opened the gate.
Not what I expected.A perfect prairie, like a hyper-real screensaver.
No monsters in sight. Climbed a hill carefully.
Below: forest with a goblin camp. Goblins—weakest, right? 1v1, I got this.
Self-assigned mission: kill one lone goblin.
Watched them for days. Routes, patterns, patrols.
Overkill for goblins? Nah. Better learn here than die stupid.
This is real life.
Second chance doesn't get wasted.Plan: trap to isolate one. Spike pit + tripwire.In total darkness, silence.
Two goblins patrolling, chattering in some goblin tongue.
My prey.ZAS. One flew into a tree, spiked through the shoulder. Screamed. Buddy ran to alert the camp—tripped my wire.
I stabbed his neck. Instant kill. Body dissolved into particles, dropped loot.The other shrieked: "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" Threw a knife, wounded him, then bolted into the tall grass and night.
First real kill.
Not a game. Blood, adrenaline, fear... and fun?
Like old military sims with friends: stealth, ambush, no guns, but goblins.
Miss those bastards.
Useful and hilarious in equal measure.Checked status: Level Up. No details.
Crawled back to the house.Asked XD about the goblin loot."Rare find.
It lets me gain a colored form. No more all-blue. It'll take a week to integrate.
Place it on the corner table."Cool. Did it. Hadn't even noticed that table in a month.
XD added: "You level up automatically when sleeping in your bed."
Hit the sack. Weird dream: black void, system screen. Chose stats like always—Strength max.
Yeah, I'm going magic, but physical strength saves asses early: escape, carry loot, survive hits.
Woke up Level 2.Not enough.
Time to test limits.
Back in.
No traps this time: three goblins exploring.
They saw me, thought easy prey.
Wrong.Slashed the first in half (gory mess).
Others flanked. Jumped, stabbed one.
Last panicked and ran.
Half-human size—they're slow. Caught him, ended it cold.
Loot: weird tablet, two stones, cloth-wrapped book. Stashed.Kept hunting scouts.
Groups grew bigger = easier multi-kills.
Cleared everything outside the goblin village.
Next: the village.
Boss and stairs had to be there.
Watched more.
Idea: offensive magic.
Back home. Backyard practice. Fire? Too visible.
Electricity—familiar from my world.
Pictured a shot."Lightning Shot."
Supersonic bolt from my finger.
Tree split in half.
XD: "You must have been a powerful mage back home."
Me: "Obviously not. Magic was fiction there. No real thing."
XD went quiet, stunned. Ignored it.
Back to raid.
Crept close.
Two Lightning Shots—two dead goblins.
Camp woke.
Killed until five hid behind cover... and a hobgoblin appeared.
Human-sized, ripped.
Shouted to intimidate.
Shot him. Paralyzed (weak to lightning?).
Tried chanting. Too late. Ran up, heart stab.
Dead.Goblins froze in confusion.
Massacre.
Sword finished the rest.Loot galore: rocks, books, tablets.
System message: "Reward! First base expansion level. Register the zone before leaving—this floor will become part of your domain.
"Registered.
Raided tents: daggers, iron, materials.
All inventoried.
Cave room: door slammed shut behind.
Left: "Exit." Right: next level. Center: painting of someone important (no clue who).
Back home.
XD wasn't blue silhouette anymore: green-haired woman, black eyes, killer figure."
All new loot goes on the table for processing."
Took a rest day.
Checked expansion: prairie with irrigation channels ready for farming.
Beautiful... but a ton of work.
Almost cried.
Exhausted.
Bed.
System: +9 levels (hobgoblin worth that much? Or easy floor?).Allocated: 7 Strength, 2 Endurance.
Better mobility, stronger swings.
Next day: loot processed.
Mostly trash (brittle bones, broken ropes).
But... a bow and "starter pack."
Opened it.
BOOM—blinding light.
XD: "Congratulations!
You won the Maid Card.
""What the hell does that mean?"
A woman materialized. Real. Flesh and blood.
Not hologram. Not AI.
She bowed: "Lupita, at your service, Master."She was gorgeous. And I hadn't seen a real woman in months. I... had no idea what to do.
