
Web serial by cascodia
A dungeon wakes up with no name, no language, and no idea why the first thing it meets is trying to kill it. Fear from terrified intruders feeds the core — but fear is thin and never lasts. Then a wounded man is left behind inside its walls, and the dungeon discovers something better: his relief when the pain stops, his slow and grudging gratitude when the room grows warmer and nothing tries to eat him. The guild sends kill teams. The dungeon sends them soup. Nobody asked for a hospital dungeon. That hasn't stopped it.