Stone Age Husband Raising Journal - Chapter 4: Hunting

“Verily, after sorrow shall come great joy.And after this pitiless winter shall come a gentle spring.Be patient my child, you only need wait to receive its soft rains.”There wasn't much good that could be said about Leon or his life in general.He'd been raised by his single mother in the bad parts of town, Neither he nor his sister knew their fathers, He'd dropped out of school early on to make ends meet, something he'd barely done even with him and his mom working their asses off.To top it all off, the useless son of a gun that was apparently his father had genes that were susceptible to cancer. So at the ripe age of 18, he was diagnosed with terminal cancer.Such suffering would've almost been comical, if it wasn't his life.Having lost his physical ability, he finds work writing novels online to help with the bills.And then the world took his family from him.Left in a hospital with terminal cancer, american healthcare and his novel as his only companions, Leon decides to end it all.Only to wake up as Victor, an extra in the brutal world of his novel. His troubles were only just starting.Soft rains be damned.

#######[The Cold and Deaf Beauty VS The Paranoid and Flippant Rogue]The First Time: He said the experience was too poor and boring. I don’t want to come back for a second time.The Second Time: He looked at her as if he wanted to swallow her whole.Natalie Kendall: Wasn’t it boring?Natalie Kendall knew Isaac Vaughn was not a good person, but she was still deceived by him in both body and heart.Isaac Vaughn thought this little deaf girl, Natalie Kendall, was really easy to fool. The love he casually spoke of, she believed it to be true.Finally, one day, Isaac Vaughn went too far.Natalie Kendall: “Shall we break up?”Isaac Vaughn: “Why don’t I just die.”Later, the event of Second Young Master Vaughn eloping with his own little uncle's fiancée became the biggest scandal in the circle.Isaac Vaughn always took advantage of Natalie Kendall’s inability to hear.At first, she couldn’t hear his lies, and later, she couldn’t hear his love.

There was once an innocent little boy who was about to graduate high school. But suddenly, a truck ran him over before he could step foot in adult life.From his cruel twist of fate, he learns that after a person dies, they simply go to a result screen—a simple score system based on how publicly known they are.Being the nobody, he only had enough points to use the wheel spin—three shots that would determine his upcoming life.The wheel first landed on females, crushing his hope of keeping his gender. But he wasn't just going to give up so easily as the male section remained.The next spin didn't land on what he hoped for.With one last shot, he slammed the button and prayed. A miracle, almost as if god answered his prayer, appeared right before his eyes as it landed on a male.“Thank you, god! I knew you'd never give up on me like that——Wait, what do you mean that's a bug?”Before he could say anything, he was reborn into a fantasy world where magic and cultivation coexist.Want to find out what he got for his upcoming adventure? Well, let's just say he experiences the three stages of grief with his awful luck.

So, I died. Face-planted on my keyboard after a 72-hour coding marathon. Very heroic. My one dying wish? To finally get some sleep.But the twist is : I got isekai'd. But I wasn't reborn as a legendary hero with a harem and a cheat skill. Nope. I'm a rock. A Dungeon Core, to be exact.My new job description is simple: create a terrifying labyrinth, murder heroes, and generally be a menace to society.Yeah, hard pass. That sounds like way too much paperwork. My new life goal is achieving a perfect 100-year nap.Luckily, I found a bug in the System—or maybe it's a feature? My unique “Slumber System” gives me way more XP (they call it Dungeon Points here) when adventurers take a nap than when I, you know, kill them. My assigned fairy guide, FaeLina, is having a non-stop panic attack about this. Apparently, “aggressive coziness” isn't covered in the Dungeon for Dummies handbook.So, I leaned into it. I started building the world's first 5-star dungeon resort, complete with fluffy moss beds that feel like clouds, a tea shop run by a friendly slime waiter, and pillows that hug you back. The place went viral. Knights come for the naps, mages for the therapeutic tea, and bards for the sweet, sweet content.The problem? My five-star reviews are tanking the property values of the 'Blood Pit' dungeon next door. I'm being forced into official Dungeon Tournaments where my ultimate weapon is a lavender-scented fog machine. And the stuffy bigwigs on the Fairy Council are starting to think my little “peaceful revolution” is a threat to their entire “kill-stuff-for-profit” business model.But the more I build, the more I realize this isn't just me being lazy. I'm uncovering an ancient, world-changing secret about why dungeons really exist, and it's a truth the gods themselves tried to bury.My name is Mochi, and my quest is to level up from a sleepy rock to the God of Dreams. My final boss isn't some dragon or demon lord. It's the original God of Combat himself.And I'm going to challenge him to a Nap Off for the fate of all reality.Who knew the path to ultimate power was this comfy?