Danmachi Dungeon Novels & Stories

The stale air welcomed him and the cobblestones around him from the pathway he stepped into to the damp walls and ceiling littered with cobwebs – everything around the place screamed a typical dungeon. Concealing his presence, Damon the prideful strode towards the direction where the source of the swirling magus resonated. Moving as if he was once with darkness, Damon could now see the light the longer he walked into the direction he was following now with light and focused steps. ‘This dungeon is only housing that Halfling, I see. It could be because they are feeling threatened because of the presence of the Calamity Dragon or it is because they do not want any intervention from any party?’

He raised the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle, the smart-scope instantly highlighting targets in the gloom. "Clear right," Ren said. Jax stepped out from the shadows, his data-sword glowing a soft, deadly blue. Behind him lumbered Brog, the awakened NPC blacksmith. Brog looked terrified, his massive forging hammer clutched tightly in his pixelated hands. "This isn't how the dungeon was coded," Brog whispered, looking at the walls. The stone textures were melting, replaced by a cascading waterfall of angry red zeroes and ones. "The Great Machine is eating the architecture."

From floor five to floor nine, Zen discovered many changing elements in the virtual world. The dungeon mechanics became more complex as they climbed the floors. It was difficult to believe that until floor ten, they were still in the tutorial stages. Damian’s game guide from floor five was very different from Zen’s version. The cyborg logged every single type of equipment and monster as an encyclopaedia page, including replicated screenshot images. He rated them according to their value, usage, frequency of occurrence, something Zen had not considered, and prices. The floor map was also marked to indicate where they could commonly be located, along with an estimated loot drop guide. Compared

[DUNGEON - DIMLY LIT AND DANK CELL] The dungeon is a grim and shadowy place, the walls lined with cold, damp stones that seem to seep misery. Meagia was laying on the floor with dishevelled hair and eyes filled with desperation, slowly regaining consciousness on a cold, stone floor. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a small, barred window high above.

“Take her to my dungeon. The cold pit. Lock her where the dead fear to go.” The warriors saluted and dragged her away, her mangled form screaming silent sobs. That dungeon was legendary—submerged in icy water that numbed the limbs and pierced the bones, with a slow-turning wheel of jagged wooden spikes that tore into flesh with every movement. No one survived that place sane. Watching them go, Damian exhaled deeply, then turned to Lucian who was now standing beside him, sword still in hand. “Gather the elders,” he said coldly. “Ten minutes. I want this over with.”

I couldn't believe he remembered. "It went well. Buffy is thrilled." "Good." I suppressed a smile as I turned and stared out the window. The question about the Darlingtons made me oddly happy. Friday night Manhattan traffic was a nightmare, but eventually, we broke through the gridlock and pulled up to a pair of giant black iron gates flanked by stone guardhouses. Dante flashed his chip-embedded invitation and membership card at one of the stoic-faced guards. The guard typed something on his computer, and a full thirty seconds passed before the gates slid open with a smooth electronic whir.

I pushed all of it down and I kept walking. We entered the dungeon and the smell hit me first, blood and sweat and fear and the kind of damp that never quite dried. The torches on the walls cast long shadows that danced and flickered and made everything look worse than it already was. Damon was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, his head hanging down, his body covered in cuts and bruises that were still fresh.

“You’re quite amazing, Evans. I see you’ve met Smith already.” He spoke softly into the echoing room. Both his hands rested perfectly inside his pants pockets as he stared very keenly at me. “Good morning, sir. We just kickstarted our first training today,” Smith said from where he sat behind the piano. “Yeah, so I heard, which sounded very nice on the first hearing.” “Good morning, Mr. Drake,” I finally said. He nodded almost immediately, like he was waiting for my words. He smiled and slightly bit his lips, to my notice. That alone sent chills all over my body, like he had already touched me.

---- everyone became speechless to what they saw after defeating the Red Large Serpent the monster has its own name! DARUGA! especially the grass farm was a dungeon! -SIDE DUNGEON (REPEATABLE): THE VOID EATER HAD BEEN CLEARED- -REWARD: LV2 DARK CRYSTAL- -YOU ARE THE FIRST ONE WHO CLEARS THE DUNGEON, ADDITIONAL REWARDS HAVE BEEN GIVEN- from out of nowhere a large dark crystal had been placed in front of the group "what the-"- John Carl

I snapped, my heart rate quickening. She touches my eye, “shit.” “Let's go to the basement,” she says, touching my hand. I let her lead me and she stopped. “What's the code?” She asks, her voice wavering. “6987.” She punches it in and she leads me inside. The smell of surgical supplies and whatnot fills the room. She helps me on top of the table and it takes everything in me not to freak out. Darkness swallows my vision. My chest tightens — this can't be happening not when everything is at stake.