Demon CEO's Hidden Love: Mr Grayson Stole Me From My Abusive Husband - Chapter 267: Damn Condescending Look

In the past, the giants of the heavens and the gods were destroyed after the reincarnation of the world! Cruel curse, eternal hatred, Tan Yun is determined to never sink again! For the sake of loved ones and relatives, from now on, step on the corpse of the enemy step by step to surpass the peak! Defying the sky, killing all worlds, I am the only one!

- Description from novelbuddy

So, I died. Face-planted on my keyboard after a 72-hour coding marathon. Very heroic. My one dying wish? To finally get some sleep.But the twist is : I got isekai'd. But I wasn't reborn as a legendary hero with a harem and a cheat skill. Nope. I'm a rock. A Dungeon Core, to be exact.My new job description is simple: create a terrifying labyrinth, murder heroes, and generally be a menace to society.Yeah, hard pass. That sounds like way too much paperwork. My new life goal is achieving a perfect 100-year nap.Luckily, I found a bug in the System—or maybe it's a feature? My unique “Slumber System” gives me way more XP (they call it Dungeon Points here) when adventurers take a nap than when I, you know, kill them. My assigned fairy guide, FaeLina, is having a non-stop panic attack about this. Apparently, “aggressive coziness” isn't covered in the Dungeon for Dummies handbook.So, I leaned into it. I started building the world's first 5-star dungeon resort, complete with fluffy moss beds that feel like clouds, a tea shop run by a friendly slime waiter, and pillows that hug you back. The place went viral. Knights come for the naps, mages for the therapeutic tea, and bards for the sweet, sweet content.The problem? My five-star reviews are tanking the property values of the 'Blood Pit' dungeon next door. I'm being forced into official Dungeon Tournaments where my ultimate weapon is a lavender-scented fog machine. And the stuffy bigwigs on the Fairy Council are starting to think my little “peaceful revolution” is a threat to their entire “kill-stuff-for-profit” business model.But the more I build, the more I realize this isn't just me being lazy. I'm uncovering an ancient, world-changing secret about why dungeons really exist, and it's a truth the gods themselves tried to bury.My name is Mochi, and my quest is to level up from a sleepy rock to the God of Dreams. My final boss isn't some dragon or demon lord. It's the original God of Combat himself.And I'm going to challenge him to a Nap Off for the fate of all reality.Who knew the path to ultimate power was this comfy?

[From the Author of Author's POV...]

Emotions are like a drug to us.

The more we experience them, the more we become addicted.

The hardest part is not letting them consume us.

But it's already too late for me.

I've already been swallowed whole.

***

I had no knowledge of the game.

I was meant to have died.

And yet, I found myself in this situation.

A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made.

What the hell is going on?

...and who am I?

……………………………………………………………

Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .

Other people's systems are all insanely badass, but Fang Chenyi's is all about picking up trash. But that's okay, because picking up trash can also yield all sorts of good things![Congratulations, Host, for picking up one toy car. You have been specially rewarded with a corresponding special item: one 'Lamborghini Sesto Elemento,' worth 23.12 million and one of only 20 in the world.][Congratulations, Host, for picking up a plastic bottle. The system rewards you with one hundred yuan.][Congratulations, Host, for picking up a dilapidated toy house. The system rewards you with a seaside villa.][Congratulations, Host, for picking up a Sun Wukong toy. The system rewards you with three magical monkey hairs.][Congratulations, Host, for picking up a dilapidated oil painting. The system rewards you with the authentic Mona Lisa.]