Egbert was a mercilessly effective tax collector in his first life, Orphanages, Nobility, Clergy, none were safe from the bespectacled gaze of his. When he gets reborn as a dungeon, that can only advance by making money, things get rather… meanspirited. Egbert will do whatever it takes to nickel and dime every single copper he can from adventurers he cons into his depths.
Inbred fisherfolk, concerningly drunk knights, even overeager orcs. All are fair game for his fleecing. Except the mages, those pretentious dicks are getting fed to the mimics.
Toad Town is a dark-comedy parody of the Dungeon Core / CoreLit genre of stories, and follows a similar progression system, yet is distinct from typical CoreLit, as, rather than being a dungeon aimed at killing adventurers to grow, Toad and his town develops through reaching construction milestones and such. This unintentionally leads to far more deaths than your average Dungeon... the majority of these deaths are from his own minions though...
Follow along as a witless Toad and his overworked-and-frustrated Guiding Fairy try to make sense of a completely new type of Core in a world rife with Dungeon Cores. Read as they battle a Honking Menace and their very own System, all to achieve the evolutions of Toad's Settlement Core.
Along the journey, you will ask such questions as "Why am I reading this? This is really dumb..." and make comments like, "Perhaps this is God's judgement for the transgressions of mankind..."
Toad Town will aim towards the goal of being so absurdly moronic that it defies even such adjectives.
WARNING: as you follow the 'plot', you may experience repeated contractions of your diaphragm or the exhalation of air through your nostrils. Anything can happen with a concept this astronomically dumb.
New chapter every Wednesday.
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(I was not forced to write this following paragraph at gunpoint)
Jack is a very handsome and intelligent beast of a man, who is beloved by fair maidens the world over for his exquisite mastery of the smut genre of writing. His stories are a deep-dive into the true depravity one person can realistically commit themselves to writing, while retaining their sanity. I endorse his content greatly, especially the fantasy hypogamy.
[A failed Participant in the January 2023 Community Contest: I forgot to fill the form]
The world ended. Bam! The Apocalypse opened the gates of Hell, demons killed everyone. Including me. But I got a second chance of life. Though it was as an apple. Which was eaten by a starving survivor, not that I fault them. But to toss my half-eaten core into a landfill?
To add insult to injury, an earthquake brought the landfill and everything in it a mile underneath the earth. I guess I'm not in uncharted waters, because good luck finding any nearby.
Not that it would matter. I am pretty sure the apple I was reincarnated as was a GMO hybrid whose potential to germinate was as stunted as the empathy of a corporation CEO. So there's that. Also, no sunlight.
She’s a Cat. She’s a Girl. And she’s going to evolve.
Yona wasn’t always a cat, but she is now, and she’s living her best cat life. No silly “Quests” or “Systems” are going to get in her way!
…Until they do. Unfortunately, time waits for no man, and it certainly waits for no cat, and Yona finds that out the hard way. Now, stranded alone on an island surrounded by monsters, she needs to fight for her life to survive and return to the mainland!
…Or just pig out and nap and sometimes slap some fish people around. Either works. But there’s one thing she’s not going to do: swim. And that makes escaping the island a bit more of a challenge than it needs to be.
Meanwhile, the gods are brewing up… something. As gods tend to do.
What to expect:
- The MC is a cat, both in body and mind
- Gluttony powers done right
- The only romance is Yona X Fish (can’t get enough fish)
- A System that is sassy only in self defense
- Numbers go up (a lot)
- Somewhat unhinged MC
I tagged it with graphic violence and sensitive content, but it shouldn't get too bad. Just wanted to be safe
A young dungeon core forms next to a lovely village, full of lovely people who would likely understand its plight of not wanting to murder them all if only it had a mouth with which to speak. Instead, everything goes horribly, terribly wrong.
Its literally a crystal, it can't be having a panic attack, can it?
This is the story about a village, a dungeon, its desire to provide light and laughter and life. It tries to choose the talents and perks to bolster its life-mana alignment every time, to further its cause. So how is it that it wound up with an undead army and some insane boosts to death-aligned mana? How did everything go so wrong?
[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]
Dying and being reborn in a fantasy world as a hero destined to kill the Demon King to prevent a great war is some people's greatest dream. Others, however, may prefer to sit around, relax, take a few naps, and ignore the impending doom. And hey, if such a 'hero' gets reborn as a cat, what's gonna stop them from doing all that? Finding a warm home filled with food, gossip, and comfort sounds a whole lot easier than putting in the work to stop a war.
Updating weekly, allegedly. Constructive criticism is appreciated as this is my first story!
The greatest of the sea-drakes wakes, curled on his silver throne; but there is no silver. His hoard is stolen. He rises, screaming, and chases the thief to the ends of the world—only to be shot from the sky.
But dragons do not die easy, and never one with such festering hatred. A dungeon core rises from his corpse.
If he intends to survive so near the cove of pirates that slew his past self, he'll need to master his powers—and quickly. For these pirates are dragonslayers; they won't be felled by mere mushrooms or spiders.
Beneath the lawless Calarata, the young dungeon core will have to fight to survive; and one day, he will return death to the man who killed him.
Balthazar was just a random giant crab enjoying his life in a fantasy world full of bothersome human adventurers, but then he had to go and accidentally discover the secret of attributes and levels. And also pie. With baked goods and coin as his new life goals, he turns to the competitive business of trading the random junk adventurers loot every day.
Follow Balthazar as he does everything to find a baker... except leave his pond, because exploring the dangerous world out there is for suckers. Witness how adventurers just can't seem to stop dying around his home. And cheer for a crab who makes great new friends by simply buying them.
Book 3 is out now, with new chapters fresh off the bakery!
What to expect from this story: - No harems, not unless they're a harem of gold coins. - Silliness, lots of it. The story doesn't take itself too seriously, so you shouldn't either. - The only kind of OP here is how "overpriced" the crab's deals are. - A system simple enough for a crab to use, but still conveniently complex when necessary, for some odd reason. - Proper realistic adventurers: they're not very bright, and they make very poor decisions. - Did I mention there will be pastries?
As the cheerful childhood NPC companion who helps the [Player] learn the world during the start of the game, it was only natural that the big bad would kill her at the end of the tutorial, kick-starting the Player on a quest for vengeance.
The only thing is, no one told her that...
And this particular Player doesn’t like to play by the rules. Being a chaos-loving gremlin, he glitches her out of her programming and drags her on various adventures. They'll grapple with friendly sharktopuses, Evil Emperors, and what it means to be a person.
On the way they pick up equally unlikely party members, with Qube breaking the world in increasingly strange ways as she seeks to be the very best Companion ever. All the while, Qube herself slowly realizes that her reality is not quite what it seems.
A loving parody of old school games, dungeon's and dragons, and every player who has ever thought “what happens if I do this...”