I Don't Want to Work...!

"I don't want to work."

Summoned to another world. When God said he would grant me one condition, that was my answer. I'm Masuda Keima, by the way.

"… Um, what exactly do you want me to do with that?"

"I want a life where I don't have to work…"

"… Would you like me to reincarnate you as a tree or something?"

"Ahh, that sounds nice～"

God let out an exasperated sigh.

"Hey… did you even listen when I explained why I was asking for your condition?"

"Eh? What was that about again?"

I think it was something about circulating mana or monsters or whatever, but I wasn't really paying attention.

"You were researching something like golems in your original world, weren't you? That's why I thought you'd be full of motivation…"

"Eh? Hahaha, no way. That's just how students are these days～"

My dream is to build a maid robot that can handle everything so I can live an easy life.

What is this God even saying to someone whose dreams brand him as a lost cause after a single sentence?

By the way, what I actually did at school was mess around with a thirty-centimeter pre-made robot kit. Build one myself? Too much effort…

"Yeah, we're out of time… It was a good opportunity, but I'll ask the next person instead."

"Ehh…"

"… Well, I'll at least make it so you can understand the language. And I'll set things up so that if you work hard, you'll receive blessings accordingly."

"I don't want to work…"

"The world you're being transferred to has magic and such, but civilization hasn't developed much because of it, so you won't be able to survive without working. Besides, being deliberately summoned probably means someone wants you to do something."

"I wanna go home…"

"Well then, do your best."

My vision was enveloped in light.

And so, I was summoned to another world.

 

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"Y-yes! Summon successful! … Wait, huh, a h-human?! Why?!"

I don't know what principle was behind it, but I appeared in a room surrounded by walls and floor that glowed faintly white.

Before me stood a blonde loli in a white dress—the kind of cute girl that would make lolicons drool.

Unfortunately for her, I prefer them with more curves. Sorry about that.

… Though as a leg man, I wouldn't mind if she were wearing knee-high socks.

"Why… I poured all my DP into this and got such a weak species…"

"… Can I sleep?"

"Huh?"

"Can I sleep? Oh, got a futon?"

"I-it talked?!"

What's with this one? I'm telling her I'm sleepy and she's yapping away.

"Ugugu, what's going on, I never heard anything about gacha monsters talking! … Oh, it's a human. I guess that's why it can talk."

"Hey, who are you… My ears hurt, keep your voice down."

"Oh, y-yeah… But wait, what's with you? I'm the summoner here, you should be doing what I say!"

"Hey, little girl… Are your papa and mama around? I'd like to go home."

"Who are you calling a little girl?! Listen up, you're a monster summoned by a Dungeon Core! I'm going to work you to death!"

Dungeon Core… monster… Yeah, I have no idea what's going on. I got summoned, so am I not a hero or something?

"Come on, hurry up and get out there to slaughter those bandits! I put a whole 1000 DP into this, so you're actually strong, right?!"

Hey, she just started saying something dangerous.

"Fine, I'll hear you out for a bit, so talk. What's a Dungeon Core, what are monsters, and what's this DP thing? Being summoned… that much I understand."

"Oh my, you're pretty smart if you can talk. Maybe you're a mage type… Well, whatever. This is my dungeon."

"A little girl Dungeon Master…?"

"Hmm, so you know about Dungeon Masters. But my dungeon doesn't have a Dungeon Master. Ah, but if I had to say, I guess I'm the Dungeon Master?"

Of course I don't actually know what Dungeon Masters are in this world, but I could imagine based on fantasy games.

But a Dungeon Core… In other words, the heart of a dungeon. This little girl is…?

"Also, you called humans a weak species, but aren't you human yourself?"

"I'm not. This form is just a human appearance… Wait, what's with that casual 'you'?! Call me Master!"

"Ah, come to think of it, I haven't asked your name yet. What is it?"

"Mine? I'm Dungeon Core No. 695."

A number, huh. How lazy… No wait, if there's a No. 695, that means there are at least 694 others. I guess naming would get skimped on.

"Got it, Rokuko."

"Huh? What?"

"Well, it's hard to say 'Dungeon Core No. whatever,' so I'm deciding your name is Rokuko. Full name: Rokuko Dungeon Core. Oh, I'm Masuda Keima."

Rokuko, formerly known as Dungeon Core No. 695, looked at me like I was crazy.

"Excuse me? Master Kehma? … Is that a fake name? And wait, who said you could just decide—"

"Master acknowledged."

""Huh?""

I don't really understand what happened, but that's how I became a Dungeon Master.