67 Novel(s) Related To Number One Dungeon Supplier

“Are you one of those weird guys we watch on TV who are silent serial killers I know what Nico used to do, I hope now that he has given up that life you will too because I'm not going through all of that ever again” He looked at me with interesting eyes, “I keep bugs around the house, great for the ecosystem and my pet wall gecko Sandy seems to love them” he smiled again. I shook my head and concentrated on my phone before passing me a folder. “This is a list of all companies under DM Holdings, study them, each one of them has massive production shortages and prices are plummeting, we've had to let people go and it's not looking good for the company, Nico’s wealth is is the reason why it hasn't gone bankrupt” he noted.

"So what do you think?" "I have studied the the interior. It is a dungeon type. As you can see there are twelve entrances. Each entrances lead to a number of monsters. I still don't know what kind of monsters, but the one thing I can guarantee is that the monsters are strong and each entrances has different strength of monsters in it. The entrance that has the least number of monsters and the least powerful is the fourth one to the left. I recommend that we should start our hunt at the fourth entrance, Chief."

Denver snapped, clearly irritated by Ashton. In summary, They hate each other. "I decide whose business is whose around here," I interjected, my patience wearing thin. "Denver, if you have something worthwhile, make it quick. Otherwise, leave." Denver took a deep breath, attempting to maintain his composure. "It's a high-stakes arms deal with an underground supplier. They're looking for a reliable partner to distribute some new, highly advanced weaponry. We could stand to make a substantial profit, and it would further solidify our power."

"How dare you lie to me? Where's my son?" Ella was frozen by the shock. "We're not lying. It's right here in the document, Mr. Wagner. This supplier is going to work with us." Dad's expression darkened, and his tone became even more scathing. "Can't you read? This supplier is a top-tier pharmaceutical company overseas. They rarely work with Eblana." Dexter, unwilling to give up, stammered, "W-Well… What if it's because I'm just so capable?"

I said to one of them, he bowed in a nod and did exactly as I asked, my phone beeped in my bag, I dipped my hands into it and took it out, it was a message from an unknown number. - Damon Gilbert Brown, Owner of D&D’s, House address - 13 Brown Estate, Office address - 675 Bayview lane- The message read, I just stared at the information I had in my hands, my lips stretched into a small smile, I phone beeped again and it was another message from him, -Loose my number, our business is done- I swiped away from his message and clicked on my contact, I dailed the number I wanted to call and slowly raised my phone to my ear,

My hair fell sideways, giving me a soft, almost fairy-like look. ‘Good morning. My name is Evans Halls, and I’m the newly signed artist. I was asked to be here today for the contract.’ I approached the receptionist politely. ‘Oh yes, it’s by 8:30 a.m. You still have five minutes. You can have a seat or go into the boss’s office, just by the left wing upstairs.’ She smiled. ‘Okay, thanks.’ The entire building looked fascinating; almost unreal, like something designed by AI. I chuckled to myself as I walked up and stopped in front of the office door.

The worker frowns, a second later I realize I'm reading the wrong row. Fantastic. "It's twenty seven, you were correct," I say. "Ignore me." The worker shakes his head and walks away, I pretend not to notice. A minute later another worker approaches. Then another and another. Apparently kingdoms require a disturbing amount of food to continue existing. And I've seen the wolves, so it's pretty normal. I make a note. The numbers matter and the suppliers matter more. I've already found three names that appear across multiple supply chains and two merchants who seem to be moving far more goods than they should.

“Keep digging, I want the name behind the buyout. Marcus, my mother, or someone new. Cross every shell company.” The investigator’s voice crackled back. “We’re hitting walls, sir. Layers of LLCs. It’ll take another day at least.” “Make it hours.” Damian ended the call and slammed the laptop shut. The supplier attacks kept coming, chipping away at Chloe’s bakery like someone wanted her isolated and desperate. He stood and rolled his shoulders, the tension from the custody papers and the interview still knotted tight in his neck.

I didn’t recognise the number. ‘Hello?’ ‘Ms Hyacinth Galloway?’ ‘Speaking.’ ‘Hi, it’s Darren from Couriers R Us. I’m at Lauderdale Tower with a delivery for you. You’re not in, so I’m checking, shall I leave it with the concierge or just at the penthouse door?’ My mind went completely blank. I hadn’t ordered anything. ‘Delivery? From who?’ ‘The company name is, uh…’ There was a faint rustle of paper. ‘“Pleasure Principle Ltd.” It’s a, well, the label just says “Personal Massager Unit.”’

“Luna’s project this round needs a rare ore, and I’m the supplier of this ore. What? You won’t even let business partners in?” The two security guards hesitated for a while. One of them immediately went to report to Shannon. Shannon, at her level, would not be in touch with the supplier of the ore, but she knew that Luna’s project this time required a type of gorgeous and rare gemstone. Because of that, Shannon did not consider much. “Since she’s the supplier, let her in. Perhaps she had problems with the quality that needs to be discussed with Director Luna.” The guard nodded and left. He respectfully smiled at Celeste. “Please enter.”

Curious, I asked the others, "Why is her dungeon open 24/7 anyway?" The siren, holding onto her one surviving bag of spicy human jerky, explained while hissing from the heat. "She's waiting for someone." "Who?" "The previous boss of her dungeon, the only SSSSS-rank boss in the entire game." The crow flapped its wings excitedly. "I know, I know! I was lucky enough to meet her once when I was young. She gave me a bottle of super glue. Ever since then, my eyeballs don't fall out nearly as much!

Daniel’s voice was calm and precise when I called him back. “The numbers trace back to a burner phone network,” he said without preamble. “Purchased in bulk. The kind corporations use when they want distance between themselves and whatever they’re doing.” “Can you get a name?” I asked. “Already did.” A pause weighted with deliberate timing. “The purchase was traced through a shell company registered in Delaware. Three layers deep but not deep enough.” Another pause. “The shell company connects to Knight Industries European Division.”

In contrast, Echelon Group didn’t want to risk engaging smaller companies for quality sake. Since Tanum Corporation had a good reputation regarding work quality, Damian wanted to see if we would handle the remaining units. Moreover, Tanum Corporation used tiles from Surface Solutions and floorings from Clayton Interiors, which other contractors might be unable to secure. I considered what he said and noticed he had come prepared. I had just eliminated most of my company’s suppliers, except those two that were still undecided. Since I only listened and did not say much, Damian couldn’t figure out my thoughts and looked at me awkwardly.

Before making dungeon preparations, Zen scrolled through the general contact list and found Damian Gorski. He had a third of the academy’s students on his friend’s list, but Damian Gorski wasn’t one of them. Thankfully, it wasn’t difficult to find what he needed. Yet, the only problem bugging Zen was initiating contact.

Today, I would test my authority as the Luna of over forty packs. I flagged a can to the sketchier parts of the pack where we had the dungeons. I hadn't been here in a long time but I'd been here often enough for the place to still feel familiar. I entered the building that housed the dungeons. The front of the place advertised it as a 'defence' store but the stairs at the back led to a vast basement that could hold at least a thousand prisoners at the same time. The store's receptionist lowered her eyes and bared her neck respectfully as I passed while she explained the workings of a keychain that had a small decorative thing on it which was really a weapon.

One screaming because it couldn't see and the of the groaning because of the burns. Taegen stood up and cursed when he felt his skin hurting like hell. He closed his eyes and took a breath before walking toward the light. Judging from all the cells and skeletons, he knew it was the dungeon. He ran between the bars until he arrived at the last one at the bottom. He stopped and widened his eyes when he realized that the walls were broken and the cell was abnormally bright. He saw Jimmy standing in the middle, his hands covering his face, surrounded by three creatures on the ground. He sighed from relief when he saw that he wasn't hurt.

Every connection, every weakness, all their shady business. Now it was time to strike. Picking up her phone, she made a call. “Mr. Hale,” she said when the call was answered. “I need you to make a purchase for me.” “Of course Ms. Goven. What are we buying?” “Vangaurd Manufacturing. They are Young Industries’ main supplier. I want the purchase finalized by the end of the week.” There was a pause at Mr. Hale’s end. “That is a significant acquisition. Are you sure about this Ma’am?”

He gave a suggestive smirk that makes bile rise in my throat. ‘Guys, I could really use some help right now,’ I say in the mind-link. ‘We’re coming,’ Alessandro says. ‘There’s a villager here who knows about an old mine shaft that we think could be your dungeon. It’s not far.’ ‘Please hurry,’ I say, though I know they’re doing the best they can.

The kind of careful that made my stomach tighten with dread. I tapped my fingers on the table, eyes narrowing at the document in front of me, "Spencer... Who is the supplier for?" There was a long pause. A little too long for me to know he was deciding on his choice and long enough for me to list several names I wouldn't be to thrilled to work with. Finally, he breathed out, "It's Lilith," my heart sank into my stomach and every butterfly that had bloomed previously, froze on the spot. Is this some kind of joke?

“You’ve all executed with precision. But don’t grow soft. If Lorenzo thinks we’ve peaked, he’s mistaken.” I walked toward the window and glanced down at the dome from where we stood. It looked calm, spotless, and deceiving. “Let him come,” I whispered. “The only thing he’ll find here is a burial.” In an instant, a W******p message flashed across my screen: Which of them do you need, boss? Renjas. He's one of my suppliers for sniffers, in Asia. I typed: Cap,Ya ba, Ket, Fent & MDMA. Can you deliver them all? Our clients are asking.