Satnium.

　The first time it came up was in the city where Clayman and his unique monsters lived.
　To make it easier for the monsters to live in, I paid for a dungeon-like structure to be built on the ground that wasn't a dungeon, but a dungeon-like structure.

　A lot of monsters were living in the dungeon-like building.

　Someone called it "Satnium" after that scene and my name as the master (owner), and it stuck.

　Satnium, a dungeon where Ryota Sato is the master.

'No, no, no, no ......'

　I chuckled and held my temples.

　No way, no way.

　It's okay to call that place where the Claymans live a satnium, apart from the fact that it's called Satnium.
　The monsters outside the dungeon, the hagglers, have to have 'owners' to live among human society.
　Satnium was a great way for all the monsters out there to claim that they are "kept" by me.

　So that's fine.

　But this is a bit .......

"Yeah ...... do you mean I'm going to be a genie?

　As expected, I did not expect this development.

　But then...

I've never seen a female tea server before, but I can make one...

　I chuckled.
　After the zombie employee, I re-imagined and created a female employee who was a tea brewer.
　Dressed in company uniforms and carrying a steaming cup of hot water on a tray.

　These days, the company I was at, which was socially loud and stiffly black, was no longer like that.
　So a completely imaginary creature, a figment of my imagination, but the female employee appeared just as I had imagined her to be.

　And as a monster, it is visible as a light spot on the map in my brain.
　There's no doubt about it.
　I can create it just as I imagined.

　This is my dungeon.

　Once I know that, I'll put my gun away and visualize it.
　I thought I'd change the look of the dungeon.

　I didn't want it to be an office, I wanted it to be someplace else.

　But.

'Huh?'

　The dungeon didn't change in appearance.
　The office was still the same as it was when I showed up, and there was no sign of it even changing at all.

'Can't you change the dungeon?'

　So I tried to imagine it again.

　This time it changed immediately.
　It went from a large roomy office where flat employees were thrown in to a red-carpeted president's office.

'Um, ......'

　When I changed the image further, the scene changed again.

　Instead of an unremarkable president's office, this time it was a free-addressed office that had been seen only on TV, and which could only be considered a decrease in efficiency.

　This image also changed immediately.

　Further image.
　This time, I tried to imagine the office as a cabaret where businessmen would go for entertainment.

　But the image remained the same.

......

　Further images, this time I remembered a small, private office I went to as a client.
　It was a small office with only three employees, three desks in a room of about six tatami mats, crammed with copiers and other office equipment.

　That soon changed.

I see. ...... So it's limited to the office. So that means...

　This time I did a monster image.

　I did a lot of things, and it was the same as the office.

　I was able to produce a president-like figure and a beautiful secretary who seems to be a stodgy person but is doing something wrong behind the scenes.
　I could make a cleaning lady look like an old man, but I couldn't make a baseball player or a celebrity look like that.

　The only monsters you could turn out were humanoid ones that looked like they could be in an office.

　I see that this is the restriction on the "Satnium".

It's kind of like, well, ......

　I chuckled.
　Office restrictions, or maybe it's more of a bind.

　It made me feel more and more strongly that this was a "satnium".

　I have very mixed feelings.

　I didn't expect it to turn out this way.

　It was a sudden development, and although I understood the situation, I couldn't really say that I had accepted it.

'Let's just go home for once.'

　When this happens, go home, take a break if you can, and talk to your friends about it if you can talk to them about it.

　I didn't think it would be a good idea to keep thinking weirdly to myself.
　You don't mean I can't get out of here, ...... I thought as I headed for the stairs I had just left.

　Once I got to the top floor, I headed up again to that staircase that I came down understanding the elevator and dungeon thing, and then up again.

　This time I'll just go to the top or bottom for now and get out of this dungeon first.

　But it's my dungeon or .......

　If I'm like a genie - or rather, if I were a genie, what kind of "obsession" would I have with it?

...... Ah.

　I stopped walking up the stairs.

　A thought occurred to me.
　I took the portable now board out of the grand eater's pocket.

　So I look at the status.

---2/2---
Plants S
Animals S
Minerals S
Magic S
Characteristic S
--------- ...

　I came to this world with a unique skill, an ability that supports my success.

　I've always had a hint of this ability.

　What I wanted, I knew that if I worked hard, I would be rewarded.

　I thought it came in the form of an all-S.

　And if I became the master of the dungeon like a genie.

A place where I could work like a normal person, even in an F-final.

　That's the kind of dungeon I want to make.
　I thought so strongly about it.