"You idiot!" Fanny screeched. "I'm your pixie; you're supposed to listen to me!"

'who died and made you the dungeon core?' I asked, already tired of her bossiness.

"You're going to send us into ruin!"

'nah. you see, Fanny, I figured something out when I saw truck-kun barreling down my street. the gods that summoned me rule a probably chaotic world, right? tons of wars, demons, rogue dungeons, and whatnot. you see, what people don't need is another murder hobo dungeon core with floors filled with bloodthirsty mobs. they need something fun and relaxing. like an arcade or a sauna.'

"I have no idea what that is!"

'of course, you don't. that's why it's my job to introduce you to these things. it's my job to give the poor people of this world something to look forward to when they enter my dungeon.'

"That's what the loot is for!"

'I'd rather not risk death over the chance to win some animal pelts or a pretty dagger...'

"That's not the point!"

'you're screaming too much. stop that.'

"I-"

'stop.'

"Ugh!"

she stormed away, floating over to a corner where she crossed her arms and pouted at the wall. what a weirdo.

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