Karma’s a bitch, and then you hoard.
Being isekai’d into the body of a dragon whose only task is to guard and grow a pile of shiny treasure seemed like a win to Bob. Flight, Might, Bite — and all it cost him was dying? Fair trade! There’s even a dungeon core as a bonus to his starting pile of treasure! The system claimed this was a downgrade from his human life, but it didn’t feel like it.
Unfortunately, his dungeon sprite is a borderline-psychotic 1200-year-old pixie from a cultivation world who just missed out on becoming a god. She isn’t happy about interning for a lizard, and her idea of positive conflict resolution involves punching Bob’s minions in the balls until they do as they’re told.
The challenges are endless for a newly hatched dragon. The looming threat of idiots with magic swords looking to take his head, a dungeon to grow, a sudden tendency to salivate whenever virgin sacrifices are mentioned, and a burning desire to expand his hoard.
Worst of all, Bob has to learn how to be a better person, or he’ll find out what the next downgrade will be.