Dungeon Hunters are Bastards

The world has been invaded by mysterious dungeons teeming with dangerous creatures. Yet, among the chaos, there’s a certain type of hunter who couldn’t care less about slaying monsters. Instead, they waste time doing whatever they please—ignoring their duty entirely. This tale follows one such reckless adventurer who decides the best way to spend their time is by building a home right in the heart of a monster-infested dungeon.

Rather than facing the threats lurking in the shadows, this hunter focuses on gathering materials, arranging furniture, and turning a deadly labyrinth into a cozy retreat. While others risk their lives battling terrifying beasts, our protagonist is more concerned with interior design and comfort.

It’s a bizarre twist on the usual dungeon-crawling adventure—one where survival isn’t about strength or skill, but about stubbornness and sheer audacity. Who needs to fight monsters when you can just live among them? The real challenge isn’t the creatures lurking in the dark—it’s convincing them not to wreck your newly built bookshelf.

This isn’t a story of heroism or glory—it’s about defiance, laziness, and the absurd lengths someone will go to avoid responsibility. After all, why hunt monsters when you can turn their home into yours?