Danmachi Dungeon Novels & Stories

The second time yielded the same result. I had been playing for almost fifty minutes, yet nothing came out. I looked around, but Damon was nowhere to be found. I needed more money, I had to show that machine who was the boss. Standing up, I made my way towards the room I had seen Damon enter earlier, although I wasn't entirely sure. Stepping inside, I was met with a chilling sight—Damon stood there, his gaze averted from the man he was about to kill, facing me instead. Dead bodies littered the floor, blood staining the room. "Master?" I called out, my concern fading strangely.

I wonder exactly how many were found as I follow Dimitri to the Dungeon. Dungeon is a pretty accurate word. It's a stone underground bunker made of stone. No matter how much it's cleaned, it's always foul smelling. The walls always look wet. The floors are the only thing that looks halfway clean and there's blood stains on most of them. Dimitri leads me into one of the rooms that I've used to torture men before. I don't like to do it but some days it is necessary. Today is one of those days.

Damon was already moving toward the back door, his submachine gun held low against his thigh while Linda hoisted the heavy equipment case into her arms without a single complaint. "The facility has three primary entry points," Damon said, tapping the screen of his satellite communicator as we walked out into the cold night air. "The main underground garage, the ventilation shafts on the eastern ridge, and the old drainage tunnels beneath the valley floor. Dexter will have the guards on high alert after tonight."

Alcina said, “As long as you have the Spiritual Valley Token, you can just walk right in. But if you don’t, you would end up in another space instead, that is extremely dangerous. Us two clans have used everything in our power and paid the price back then to get 109 tokens. But all we have left is 20 now.” “So what you mean is…” “The dungeon opens for a month, every cycle. When it’s time, anyone with the token would be automatically sent back out. However, if someone were to die there, the token stays inside along with their corpse.” “So that means we can still find more tokens when we get in?” “Yes, and if we’re lucky, we might even be able to take it.” Alex pondered and took out the rest o

Ferry back to my room and hand me a phone ,great now I am dead. "H-hello" "Hello my beautiful future wife how are you my baby doll" "I am fine" "Excuse me baby?" I Fitch "I am fine love"

I let out a horrified gasp when I see the implements lining the walls–whips, pliers, knives… The air is cold. “Are we in…” I trail off, looking up at Vikrov for guidance. He nods grimly. “A dungeon.” All the tools on the walls confirm it. This basement is made for suffering. As we walk down the last few steps, I see a cross covered in dried blood in the sprawling dungeon room, exuding an aura of sheer despair. In the corner of the room, I spot the two warriors who dragged Galen away. As soon as their gazes land on Vikrov, they lower their heads and bow in respect.

I made to say something but pursed my lips instead. " You two are no good!" I yelled as I left the living room, into my room, and slammed the door behind me. Burying my face into my pillow, I screamed. Everyone is so annoying!!! . . . Mira's P. O. V We arrived at Darren's mansion and he parked his car in the garage, which had even more cars. Smiling softly at me, he got out and helped me open mine. Hmm, such a gentleman. " I must've ruined your seat," I said slowly, looking down at my uniform.

There are many types of dungeons, some are created naturally through the over-accumulation of miasma over a certain area, which causes a dungeon to emerge naturally. "Natural Dungeons" are those that emerge naturally through over-accumulation of miasma, and are focal points that also continuously absorb miasma from the environment, however, miasma is continuously made as residual energy from any type of energy, be it vitality, magic, or soul energy. Due to this, Dungeons and the world make a natural cycle where such energies are constantly recycled.

I decide to leave the kitchen behind and call a pizza place nearby. I put a series on N*****x to watch, while I wait for the pizza place to arrive. Forty minutes go by and I hear my stomach growling. I can't wait any longer, and, already impatient, I think about going downstairs to see if the delivery man has arrived yet, but I give up, because this idea is a bit clueless. I imagine that because of the time that has passed, he is close to arriving - at least I hope so. I go to my room, put on a jacket, long enough to cover my pajamas and not show that I am without a bra. Already ready, I wait for the doorman to call on the intercom.

You just used it wrong. Dawn came slowly into the dungeon — a thin light, grey-blue, through the high slit window that I had watched for three hundred and sixty-three mornings. On the three hundred and sixty-fourth morning, I watched it come in, and I was no longer on the floor below it but in the air above it, and it looked exactly the same. Damien lifted his head. He rose slowly — testing each joint before trusting it with his weight. He looked at where my light had been, for a moment. Then he looked at Sera.