You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

[Activate the "Taking a Loss" privilege: Temporary transfer of control authority triggers "intelligent automatic operation"]

Ron was taken aback.

"The privilege of slacking off?"

He glanced at the system description.

[Note: This is a benefit channel granted by the system to hosts under long-term pressure. After activation, you will receive three major benefits—]

[Instance Hosting: Daily Operations Will Be Maintained by AI Agents in the Short Term]

[No-Intervention Trial: The host will be treated as a "non-interventionist" and will receive additional system observation rewards.]

[Hidden Benefits: Some dungeon AI behaviors will evolve freely due to their passive state, potentially triggering unknown growth paths]

[Note: This permission can be requested once every 30 days, and each request lasts for 6 hours.]

Claudia leaned closer.

Are you spacing out?

Ron turned around.

"I've decided... to go and laze around for a while."

Claudia was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

"That means I need to take six hours off."

"You're taking leave? When did you become so self-aware?"

Ron's one-finger system panel.

"See, the system has already approved it."

Claudia: "..."

……

Six hours later, the Black Language Cave was left unattended, and the instance entered "bubble auto-run mode".

The monsters from the other side of the sand dunes have begun their great migration.

Bone birds, gerbils, ground worms, lizard riders...

More and more mutant species are beginning to emerge from underground.

Meanwhile, Ron was teleported to a special "slacking off observation room".

The system projection is visible from all four sides.

Small icons bounced around, scrolling like background data.

On the very center stone platform, a small, dusty gray badge floats.

[Ding—You have entered the field of vision of the "non-interventionist"]

[Current Host Status: Free-Range Mode]

[You will see the branching paths of the instance's customizable content for the first time.]

[The instance bubble has already developed preliminary personality traits; the deduction path is: intelligence → negotiation → voting → co-governance]

Ron looked completely bewildered.

"You've implemented a voting system?"

System response:

Yes, the instance's AI bubble has established a "Monster Council."

They are currently discussing three issues:

[Issuance 1: Should some players be allowed to build houses within dungeons?]

[Issuance 2: Should intermarriage between slimes and sand snakes be prohibited?]

[Issue 3: Should the "Undead Patrol" be disbanded to save on Sandbone rations?]

Ron: "..."

This thing has actually come to life.

Just then, a secondary notification popped up.

[Ding—The system has determined that you have entered "detached observation mode"]

[Side Quest Reward: Dungeon Playing Rights x1]

[Reward Distribution: 1 Prediction Chart of Future Side Quest Branches in the Dungeon]

[Reward Distribution: Special Story "Bubble Dream"]

Ron's heart skipped a beat.

The next second, the system began a countdown:

The "Dream of Bubbles" is about to unfold.

【5】

【4】

【3】

【2】

【1】

The world has fallen silent.

The screen in front of me was covered in a golden glow.

A chubby slime was fast asleep, nestled on a rock deep in the desert.

It wore a small crown on its head, and a bone scepter was placed next to it.

It was surrounded by three layers of slime minions, rolling around and serving them.

This... is Bubble's dream?

The next second, the Slime King started talking in his sleep.

It muttered:

"There are rules for dungeons."

"Duplicates, in a fair manner."

"Dungeons... can't be won by only the players."

Ron was taken aback.

Then laughed.

"interesting."

Bubble is dreaming.

The dreamlike dungeon has rules, dignity, and the "legitimate rights" of the desert monsters.

Ron, lying in the observation room, was also pondering.

"Duplicate autonomy, voting system... This AI, is it trying to establish a duplicate republic?"

But he didn't actually stop him.

Because this thing does a really good job.

Less than six hours.

Three monster camps in the Sand Dune Bone Hill area have begun to "be self-sufficient," mining bone ore, planting bone sprout mushrooms, and building outposts surrounded by sand walls and bone pillars.

The most outrageous thing is that a slime is holding up blueprints for a sand sculpture and wants to build an "underground monster school".

As Ron looked at the "monster planning diagrams," he felt a strange sense of déjà vu for the first time.

It's just like those "simulation management sandbox city-building games" from my previous life.

This copy should just be called "The Story of the City's Founding in Copy".

……

"Hey--"

Claudia's voice suddenly interrupted him.

"Your system gave me a notification saying you've been slacking off for six hours, so isn't it time to clean up the mess?"

Ron yawned.

"Okay, I'm back."

[Ding—The "retreat mode" has ended]

[Return of Control Authority]

[Copy evolution record being saved...]

The system packaged all of Bubble's "autonomous records" from those six hours into a single archive called "Instance Evolution Archive V1.0".

Ron took over the permissions and was about to return to the high platform when, as soon as he logged in, he heard—

"boom!!!"

A loud explosion rang out in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a ring of sparks exploded in a high platform area of ​​the Black Language Cave.

Ron was startled.

"Which fool is causing trouble again?"

Claudia jumped up, her expression clearly off.

"It's not someone else, it's me."