by Burekas
Skrik’s job was never to fight heroes. He counted spears. Patched trap springs. Tagged corpses. Balanced the losses on floor two of Blackreed Dungeon so the monsters died at a rate the dungeon could still afford. Then a raid wipes out Blackreed’s command staff, burns through the respawn reserve, and leaves the dungeon bleeding from inside. The System promotes the only surviving administrator it can still bill: Skrik, goblin stockrunner, now Acting Quartermaster. He is weak. Replaceable. Deeply disliked. And suddenly responsible for keeping an entire floor from being farmed to death by heroes, looters, and the dungeon’s own rotten management. He cannot win with strength. But he can count. And once the weakest monster in the dungeon starts keeping proper books, a lot of powerful people are going to discover just how expensive “disposable” lives can become. What to expect: Monster POV LitRPG.Dungeon politics and internal monster society.Progression through logistics, strategy, and ugly competence.Dark humor, costly respawn, and a dangerous dungeon that stays dangerous. Cover art by Drioppe on Fiverr.
