The Gate That Kept Its Promise

Mizuho woke up trapped in stone, with a guild trap already closing above her head. She had died in her apartment, then crossed into another world as a dungeon core with a perfect memory and a talent for reading the emotional history left on objects. That gift made her useful. It also made her threatening, because every broken vow, erased name, and hidden order stuck to her mind. She built floors, planted traps, and tried to act like a proper dungeon while the hunters treated her like a resource. The problem was that she kept finding things people should not have lost, and the sealed mana vial under her old floorboard carried a name she could not ignore. Her calm cracked every time she touche...