I Was Reincarnated as a Dungeon, So What? I Just Want to Take a Nap.

So,Idied.Face-plantedonmykeyboardaftera72-hourcodingmarathon.Veryheroic.Myonedyingwish?Tofinallygetsomesleep.Butthetwistis:Igotisekai'd.ButIwasn'trebornasalegendaryherowithaharemandacheatskill.Nope.I'marock.ADungeonCore,tobeexact.Mynewjobdescriptionissimple:createaterrifyinglabyrinth,murderheroes,andgenerallybeamenacetosociety.Yeah,hardpass.Thatsoundslikewaytoomuchpaperwork.Mynewlifegoalisachievingaperfect100-yearnap.Luckily,IfoundabugintheSystem—ormaybeit'safeature?Myunique“SlumberSystem”givesmewaymoreXP(theycallitDungeonPointshere)whenadventurerstakeanapthanwhenI,youknow,killthem.Myassignedfairyguide,FaeLina,ishavinganon-stoppanicattackaboutthis.Apparently,“aggressivecoziness”isn'tcoveredintheDungeonforDummieshandbook.So,Ileanedintoit.Istartedbuildingtheworld'sfirst5-stardungeonresort,completewithfluffymossbedsthatfeellikeclouds,ateashoprunbyafriendlyslimewaiter,andpillowsthathugyouback.Theplacewentviral.Knightscomeforthenaps,magesforthetherapeutictea,andbardsforthesweet,sweetcontent.Theproblem?Myfive-starreviewsaretankingthepropertyvaluesofthe'BloodPit'dungeonnextdoor.I'mbeingforcedintoofficialDungeonTournamentswheremyultimateweaponisalavender-scentedfogmachine.AndthestuffybigwigsontheFairyCouncilarestartingtothinkmylittle“peacefulrevolution”isathreattotheirentire“kill-stuff-for-profit”businessmodel.ButthemoreIbuild,themoreIrealizethisisn'tjustmebeinglazy.I'muncoveringanancient,world-changingsecretaboutwhydungeonsreallyexist,andit'satruththegodsthemselvestriedtobury.MynameisMochi,andmyquestistolevelupfromasleepyrocktotheGodofDreams.Myfinalbossisn'tsomedragonordemonlord.It'stheoriginalGodofCombathimself.AndI'mgoingtochallengehimtoaNapOffforthefateofallreality.Whoknewthepathtoultimatepowerwasthiscomfy?