Delicious In Dungeon Novels & Stories

Elias raises his glass with whatever he is drinking and then turns away. “You are doing so well, Precious. What do you think of the club?” Jace asks as we wait for our tour guide. “I’m excited to see what more it offers, Sir, but what is the dungeon?” Out of everything that Elias had said, that is the one thing that has stuck with me. Jace chuckles, and leaning into my ear, he presses himself into my side, “That, Precious, is where all the fun stuff happens. That is where I can do unspeakable things to you, and where I can give you the pain that you crave.”

It was mealtime. The diner was crowded. Everyone was eagerly awaiting their food. I was in the kitchen cooking. Adrenaline drove me in the rush to fill orders. The next second, I was pulled into an S-Rank Supernatural Map. [Identity: Linnet Graves, age eighteen, food stall owner, Pine Grove.] [Talent items: A set of F-Rank kitchen utensils (upgradeable), ability to create culinary concoctions that even ghouls can taste.]

Lucien shouted. Dominic's team rushed through the side entrance. At the same time, Damon's team breached the main gate using a battering ram enhanced with magic. We were in. I stayed close to Aveline as we followed Dominic's team into the fortress. The interior was worse than the exterior. The walls were covered in demonic symbols painted in what looked like dried blood. The air stank of rot and sulfur. "This way!" Kira pointed down a corridor. "The dungeon level. That's where they'd keep prisoners."

His breath reeked of garlic and cheap whiskey. Damien didn’t flinch. *"Just drive."* The SUV turned down a narrow alley, the headlights illuminating a rusted metal door marked with a single symbol—a rat, its tail coiled into a crown. Ferraro’s mark. The door groaned open, revealing a yawning darkness beyond. ### **The Dungeon** The air inside was thick with the stench of mildew, blood, and something far worse—the cloying sweetness of decay. The walls wept condensation, the concrete floor slick with things Damien didn’t want to identify.

Continuing to her tummy, her magic intensifies as she pushes it through herself into Maribell’s baby. ‘We have in in the dungeons’ My mate tells me, I look at Denu “He is in the dungeons” Is all I say. “Good, he’s a piece of shit” is all Denu says before she walks over and asks Fallon if she needs anything. “Brew the elixir, the herbs are in my bag” She tells Denu. I hear a small whimper come from Maribell as Fallon's nose starts to bleed, a sign she has over stretched her magic.

Gio spat with venom. She left with the basket digging into her arms and their laughter chasing her out the door. *** The stairwell to the dungeons dropped so steep and so long that the kitchen's warmth died out after the first ten steps. Torches lined the walls in uneven intervals, throwing more shadow than light. She kept her spine straight and her steps even. Her pulse climbed with every level she descended. Yet, she promised herself she would not let anyone down here see her flinch. The smell hit first, damp stone and old blood and something sourer underneath.

He was the devil himself, he would never let her go. Dawn finally arrived, much to Serena's relief. She had been thrown back into another dungeon, with worse conditions. The stench of human waste filled everywhere, and occasionally, the dim light would flicker, acquainting her eyes with human remains. A dehumanized arm, scattered teeth, legs that must have been massacred off the owner, and visceral organs.

I was still on the third floor! That was when the familiar mechanical voice echoed once more. “Congratulations, player. You have completed the previous dungeon. Due to your popularity ranking, you have now been recalled into the game. This dungeon is titled Hospital Horror. Please find the escape door within three days. Difficulty level: S. “Due to audience demand, previous NPCs and bosses will be assigned roles in this game. Their game identities are Dr. White, Dr. Jackson, and Mr. Winchester. I wish you a pleasant game.”

He added, and my confusion just tripled. “What is going on? What is the dungeon he is talking about.” I whispered to Mira, who I knew could come to my aid. “The dungeon is the last place anyone ever wants to be. It's a very dark place where you get little to no food for the period you're left in there.” Mira explained gently. My jaw dropped. “Is it that bad?” “Yes, really bad. In fact, anyone who gets thrown there comes out worse than they went in. They'll be traumatized and scarred for life, and that's even if they ever come out alive.” She continued, and I stood there speechless, my mind wandering off again.