Logan isn’t sure which part of his reincarnation is hardest to digest: that he’s been transported to a fantasy world and made the avatar of a nascent dungeon, that the dungeon doesn’t seem interested in fighting its delvers as much as it does fucking them, or that the body he’s been granted is nothing like the one he knew back home.

Transformed into a six-foot-six incubus and tasked with keeping his dungeon core alive and thriving, Logan struggles with more things than he can keep tabs on. And while there’s a steady stream of aspirant adventurers fascinated with the core’s behavior—and preferred methods of ‘fighting’—controlling a growing cast of perverted dungeon staff and adventurers alike is quickly feeling like a task in futility.

Not to mention the external dangers. Other dungeons vying for territory, the Guild’s disgust over his core’s existence—and its popularity with young women—and finally, looming political maneuverings, being situated on the border of three major nations, each wanting to control, or failing that, destroy him to deny the others.

It’ll take effort to make it through his first week, month, year, that’s for sure. But Logan’s up to the task. He’s got dungeon staff, and a growing harem, to protect.

And, uh, himself. One mysterious reincarnation is pushing his luck. He doubts he gets another.