Core Legacy

Somebody kept a fire lit for centuries. Nobody was supposed to notice.Blake Bennett died once, woke up as a dungeon core, and spent his first week building the gentlest, warmest hole in the ground in the history of dungeon cores. He has a family now: a kobold who reads danger like weather, a tunnel-borer engineer who measures love in bench height, a Bureau officer who keeps writing "team" on forms that mean "family," and two rabbits who consider the hearth theirs.Then he feels it. A pulse, faint and fading, on the deep leyline. Something old, alone, dying slow.Winter is closing the passes. Reaching it means seven kilometers of raw rock, hand-built stations, and a route that has never existed before.So they build it anyway.Frost cracks the joints they were sure would hold. A salvage crew is already camped on the site, ready to strip what they think is a corpse for parts. And at the bottom of it all waits a core who has not been spoken to in centuries, who has forgotten that being asked a question is a thing that happens.Saving him is not a rescue. It is an invitation, offered patiently, to someone who has to relearn how to say yes.Winter does not wait. Neither does the thing they are trying to reach before it goes quiet for good.No villain. No combat. Just a family, a season, and a light worth keeping lit.Book 2 of CORE OVERLORD, a cozy dungeon-core LitRPG where every problem gets solved with hands, patience, and hospitality, and competence itself is the comfort.