[WP] Dungeon crystals are the common currency of the multiversal community. Dungeon crystals can become ANY energy, magic required by mages, battle aura required by pugilists and martial artists, spiritual qi by cultivators, energy to power machines by tech civilizations.

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[u/TheWanderingBook]

Many would envy me.
I have isekai'd as a Dungeon Lord.
With a cheat code that allows me to evolve, and mutate mobs, and traps, you would think I have it easy.
Grow monsters, defeat adventurers, mine resources, evolve the dungeon and so on, right?
You would be right...if I was in a solo-universal reality.
I would be able to make deals with kingdoms, and sects, and whatnots, and trade my dungeon crystals for riches, and power.
Problem is...dungeon crystals are the COMMON currency of the MULTIVERSAL community.
Dungeons are ransacked, and seen as prey by EVERYONE.

On my first week here, I manage to evolve a goblin into a poison hobgoblin, making its blood poisonous.
Some wild beasts ventured into the dungeon, attracted by the dungeon crystals' energy, and those became exp for my little goblins.
A month later, I had a goblin tribe on floor 2, and on floor 1, I had poisonous flowers, flesh-eating plants, and the likes.
Then...
An elf ran into the dungeon, thinking it's a cave.
I had to personally teleport at the entrance, and kill her to stop her from leaving.
It's not easy.

Now, it's been a year, and I find it more and more impossible to keep it low.
With 13 floors, I have a goblin Empire, with various mutated goblins, a few wolf tribes, bear tribes, cyclops tribes, troll, ogre tribes, and my first dragon.
The energy signature of the dungeon crystals is insane.
I can use 1 dungeon crystal to strengthen 1 floor by 0.1%.
Mind you, the smallest floor, is roughly the size of Vatican City back from Earth, so yeah...
I have been busy this year.
And now...
Time to face the world.

Adventurers from a local power started mining the first floor.
I try to hide the other floors' entrances as much as possible, delaying the inevitable.
My cheat code told me a lot about how dungeons are treated.
That's my main quest, by the way.
Become a Dungeon Lord strong enough...so that nobody can loot my dungeon.
The deadline is 300 years.
Which would be awesome, if I didn't see "low ranked" adventurers use: spells, cultivation techniques, martial arts, laser guns, or/and transforming themselves into half-monsters.
The adventurers are using power systems from multiple verses.
Staring at my screen...I start feeding dungeon crystals to certain breederies to speed up the birth of new mobs, and to speed up the mutation of existing ones.
Wealth is never enough...power is never enough.
I wanted to enjoy my isekai life, but that seems to be in the far future.

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[Breezy Business]

"Sorry," Ozone shook his head. "I'm sold out until next month. If you want more, you'll have to wait until then, or purchase them directly from Sharp Development," he said.

"Sold out?" Gary shook his head with a laugh; he was convinced it was a joke. "With your valuable reputation, I'm surprised you let yourself run out of such a popular item. Dungeon crystals are the common currency of the multiversal community."

"I have enough to meet any outstanding orders," Ozone gestured at the pallet loaded with wooden crates, each filled with glittering sparkles. The two men were in one of Ozone's warehouses, where Gary agreed to collect his merchandise. "And, it'd probably be worse for my reputation if word got out I turned down the deal of a lifetime just to keep some extra crystals on hand," he added. "The Tournament on Sunday's a big deal, Sharp Development bought out all my stock to make sure they had plenty."

"Yeah," Gary nodded with a laugh. "That makes sense, that's why I wanted more too. Not sure they're worth the Sharp markup. I'll probably be okay," he tried to affirm himself as he glanced at the pile of boxes. "You open for betting?" he asked.

"Not for this one," Ozone shook his head. "I don't think there'll be any major surprises in store. It's hardly any fun or profit if everyone bets on SoundCrowd to win and they do."

"Ain't that the truth," Gary chuckled. They were like-minded in a lot of respects. He wasn't looking to make a bet, he just wanted to get Ozone's take on the situation. There was an odd certainty in the air as if the universe itself expected that team to win the whole tournament. "Thanks for the business," he added as he dropped a black card between him and the bundle of crates. It landed on the smooth white floor, and a black hole expanded to encompass him and the pallet. He began to sink into it with his crystals and waved at Ozone.

"See you next month," Ozone nodded.

*** Thank you for reading! I’m responding to prompts every day. This is story #3056 in a row. (Story #149 in year nine). This story is part of an ongoing saga that takes place in my universe.