The last thing I saw was my computer screen. A game was loading, the little bar shimmering as it crawled forward. It had been stuck at 99% for three full minutes.
My heart pounded in my chest.
I made video games all by myself. It was supposed to be a dream job. I was creating a cozy, relaxing farming game called 'Hearthwood Homestead'. The irony was that my own life was the exact opposite of cozy and relaxing. I never slept, my diet was 90% instant noodles, and my apartment was a certified disaster zone.
Empty coffee mugs and energy drink cans stood guard over towers of pizza boxes. My one and only friend in this self-imposed prison, a small succulent plant named Bartholomew, had given up and died a few weeks ago.
Honestly, I didn't blame him. I felt like I was next.
A wave of dizziness hit me hard, and the room started to tilt.
Just… finish this one last thing, I thought, my fingers trembling over the keyboard. Then I can finally sleep. A real, proper nap. For a week. Maybe a month.
The thought of a nap was the most beautiful, wonderful thing I could imagine. It was a treasure more precious than any legendary-tier magic sword I could ever program into a game. It was the final boss of my to-do list.
The loading bar on the screen flickered, and finally, it hit 100%.
Compile Complete.
A weak, tired smile touched my lips. "I did it," I whispered to the empty room.
And then, everything went black.
It wasn't a scary darkness. It was soft. Gentle. Like sinking into a mattress made of clouds. My head slumped forward, my cheek coming to rest against the cool plastic of my keyboard.
My last thought wasn't deep or meaningful. I didn't see my life flash before my eyes.
I just thought, with a profound sense of relief: Finally. Nap time.
I woke up, but "woke up" wasn't the right way to describe it. I just… became aware.
There was no body, no aches, no exhaustion. There was just a deep, dark, and wonderfully quiet nothingness. It was the perfect nap, stretching on for what felt like a blissful eternity. I had achieved my life's goal.
But of course, something had to ruin it.
A soft "ding!" sound, like a notification from a friendly app, echoed in the silent darkness.
A screen made of pale blue light appeared in front of my non-existent eyes.
[System Booting... Please Wait.]
[Soul Calibration Complete!]
[Reason for death: Overwork. Died while making a cozy game. How ironic!]
[A+ for effort, F for not dying in a cool way. Seriously, not even a meteor?]
Hey! Getting my work done is cool! I tried to think, a flicker of my old pride surfacing. I didn't have a mouth, but the thought was there.
[Scanning soul for primary motivations...]
[Motivation 1: Sleep.]
[Motivation 2: Snacks.]
[Motivation 3: More sleep.]
[Conclusion: Subject is incredibly lazy but also creative. Found the perfect new job for you!]
[Welcome, Administrator, to the Dungeon System!]
[You are now a Dungeon Core!]
The comfy darkness around me suddenly warped. It felt like being squeezed through a tube, compressed and molded into a new shape. When the feeling stopped, my awareness was locked into a single point.
I was a rock.
A very smooth, shiny black rock, like a polished bowling ball. I could feel a faint, warm energy humming inside me, glowing with a soft, purple, lavender-like light. I was sitting in the middle of a small, dark cave made of dirt and stone.
A new, more detailed window popped up in my vision.
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| Dungeon OS: Sleepy Time v1.0 |
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| Dungeon Name: ??? |
| Core Name: ??? |
| Level: 1 |
| Dungeon Points (DP): 10 |
| Mood: Super sleepy. |
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I studied the "Mood" line. This new life just got me.
Being a rock seemed like the best job ever. No deadlines. No responsibilities. I could finally get some serious napping done.
And then a flash of bright pink light exploded right next to me with a sound like a tiny firecracker, and my perfect, sleepy peace was instantly, horribly, gone.