Looking around, I found myself in some sort'a white space.

My name is Michael Varonbond, I am an experienced archeologist and a fanatic when it comes to prehistoric mumbojumbo.

I am in absolute awe and am very passionate about prehistory.

Earlier I fell down a cave system by accident, breaking many bones in my body, and slowly dying due to internal bleeding.

I was about to reveal a new undocumented species of Tyrannosaurus that have never been seen before and set my name for fame and some fuckin' big bucks! UAGH.. SHITHOLE!

'So this is death, huh? pretty much the same theory of seeing nothing but darkness except everything is white instead..' or so I thought, because moments after, a brown window appeared before me that looked like one of those futuristic sci-fi gadgets you'd see in movies.

[Hi Michael!😁 Unfortunately you died!]

Well obviously, dumbass.

Oh, what am I doing.. talking to a goddamn floating coprolite..

[That's not very nice of you, Archeologist Michael Varonbond 🙁]

Buah! It's sentient! I must be in hell! is this the Archeologists' hell?! TO BE STUCK WITH SENTIENT FOSSILIZED SHIT.. I PREFER THE DARKNESS!

[Rest assured, Michael, this isn't hell.. actually this isn't the Afterlife yet!]

And what is that supposed to mean?!

[Right now you're in what you'd call the 'waiting room' for the Afterlife!]

Oh! I see.. so where do I go?! HEAVEN OR HELL?!

[..Neither..]

Wait so heaven and hell ACTUALLY exist? that's a shocker for me. BUT HOLD ON A SECOND!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEITHER?!!! IS IT BECAUSE I WAS AN ATHEIST?! AHH I SHOULD HAVE JUST FOLLOWED MY DAD'S WORDS AND PRAYED IN THE MORNINGS WITH HIM!!

[....Are you done..?]

...yeah.

[Good.. now then-]

-WAIT WAIT! WHERE DO I GO IF NEITHER?!

[...That's what I was going to explain....Reincarnation cycle!]

OH?! I GET A SECOND CHANCE IN LIFE?! Now THAT'S more like it.

[Unfortunately though, it would be in a new universe where the gods do have influence, and FICTION takes place.. so you'll have to start completely anew!]

THAT'S TOO MUCH FOR ME! AND FICTION?! THE ONLY FICTION I KNOW IS FUTURISTIC CARS... AND LIVING DINOSAURS!

[I see you have a deep passion for Prehistory.. would you perhaps like to make your fiction a reality and REINCRARNATE as the caretaker of a land full of prehistoric creatures, including, your favorite, DINOSAURS? 😄]

The heckinawhatnow?

[You will become a keeper and manager of a dungeon! Or in simpler terms for you, a Zoo!]

So am I just gonna be cleanin' dinoshit all day?! I mean, it does sound tempting.. BUT STILL?!!

[Ah! Nonono, do not misunderstand. You will be pretty much building a huge park full of prehistoric creatures that WILL cost you points, and you AND your creatures need to protect the park from intruders, so you could continue to thrive!]

And.. what's gonna make sure that these beasts don't bite my head off.. if you could so kindly FOHCKING EXPLAIN?

[Ah, they do not really recognize you as an enemy no matter what you do, you're like the heart of a living home, their living home, so.. if you happen to die, the whole place will start collapsing into itself and the creatures will fall with the place altogether, so they will care for you no matter what!]

So is it like.. Rampart..?

[Wha- Ram-... Ah! Yes, Exactly. Kind of like that game. And you will be able to interact with the creatures you so deeply admire! Isn't that AMAZING~💫?]

..Why are you acting like you are being sponsored?

[Heh.. Just trying to persuade you. 😇]

ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'M SOLD! REINCARNATE MY ASS OUTTA HERE.. Err.. What do I call you instead of coprolite?

[Just call me System]

Simple. Stupidly simple.

Well alright, LET'S GO!

[Alright-o! Loading status!]

Status..? What's that?-

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Name: Michael Varonbond

Race: procurator ergastulum*

Dungeon Core Level: 1

Abilities: [Construct], [Summon], [Command]

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The hell is a prison manager?

[It's "Manager of Dungeons*", actually.. 🤓.. the translation is scuffed..-]

-How can a so-called "system" make a mistake?? this is why I don't trust machin-

-[ANYWAYS!!]

Oh right. well then.. uhh.. what exactly are we waiting for?

[For your soul to possess the core of the dungeon.]

For my soul to do WHAT?! well actually I don't need to be surprised anymore..

[Core-soul fusion complete. Good luck Michael 🙌]

...

'Where the fuck did that shitstain send me?'

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*procurator ergastulum - Manager of Dungeons in latin, not an accurate translation since I used Google translate.