Isekai'd as a tutorial troll. Now I'm teaching noobs to live.

I used to scam people out of their life savings with a smile and a PowerPoint.

Now I respawn in a cave wearing a loincloth and a nameplate that says:

Yeah. I got isekai'd as the big dumb troll at the end of the newbie dungeon.

My job description, according to the System:

• Roar three times.
• Throw boulders at fresh-faced adventurers.
• Charge whoever looks the most terrified.
• Die dramatically so they feel strong.
• Repeat. Forever.

I still have my brain-the conman instincts, the people-reading, the terrible sense of humor.

What I don't have is... speech. To players I'm just "GRUHH SMASH", while inside I'm screaming: "Kid, if you stand in the glowing red circle again, even I can't save you."

Then it gets worse: every time I flatten some shaky little healer or clueless warrior, the System slaps me with Guilt. Literal, mechanical, stat-based guilt.

And the first time I let a trembling newbie win?

Ding.

So now I'm secretly redesigning my own boss fight to coach beginners: nudging rocks into cover spots, stretching my wind-ups so they can dodge, "accidentally" exposing weak points...

All while pretending to be a terrifying monster so the dev-gods don't notice their punishment project is turning into a very confused guidance counselor.

I was condemned here to pay for a life built on broken trust.

Joke's on them.

I'm going to break the tutorial instead.

Perfect for readers who love LitRPG but don't want a math textbook, this story leans into character, comedy, and cozy feels instead of endless stat dumps-giving you an easy-to-read, heartwarming dungeon crawl told from the boss's point of view. If you enjoy isekai twists, found family, gentle redemption arcs, and MMO-style adventures where the biggest monster in the room is secretly rooting for the newbies, this series was built for you.