Dungeon Busters Novels & Stories

After all the things that Chaos had decided to do in his absence, all the people around the entire castle began to move hurriedly! A large group quickly emerged out of the castle, as Belphegor and Chaos began to separate the groups. A large group of fighters quickly was designed as the Dungeon Explorer Team, which would continuously go inside the dungeon to kill monsters and bring their corpses and also any treasure they could find! Additionally, if the dungeon was exhausted of resources, they would let it rest for some time and go hunt outside.

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.

Unlike any other nation, Aeternum were known to managed their dungeons. Aeternum does not simply just destroyed every dungeons that they discovered and meet. Although dungeons is a common commodity in Fantasma, of which every place has it, it also known to provide boons for those that explored it, it also increased strength and gave opportunity for those that used it. But naturally it isn’t all that it brought, Dungeons also provides dangers for not only using it, but also not using it. Only Aeternum and it’s allies knows that Dungeons also one of the contributor for an intense Monster Stampede phenomenon, and also the dungeon break phenomenon were also stemmed from dungeons that has not be

Drago led her to a covered deck, where the whole family was sitting, ready for breakfast. All around her were the usual suspects, Grigo, Marcu, and the mercenaries from the dungeon below the compound, who all nodded to her in respect. Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment.

I shyly answered. “Whacha doin down here?” He asked me as the feeling increased. It was in the gym doors, where Nathan and Junto went. What was I doing? “Sorry I didn't mean to bother you, I just…” I what? What was I doing, following a strange feeling I had? That was stupid. “Yeah?” Spencer pushed. “Hey, can you tell me whose is in there?” I surprised myself, pointing to the matted room. Spencer pushed play on his show again and the sound of gunshots echoed in the room. “Nathan and Junto are wrestling. They're the best fighters in the group, and all they seem to do is beat the crap out of each other.”

(What is your name, Ma'am? "I'm Maddison Hart,¨ (Are you alone?) "Yes, I am. I'm in my room now, and I think an intruder is downstairs. Please come right away!" (We'll be sending a patrol car. Can I have your address?) "Its 23rd street, West Village. Please hurry," The clanking sound downstairs suddenly stopped. So does my heart. What am I gonna do? I remembered I had my stun gun with me. My dad bought me one as a 'moving-away' present.

I had a death grip on him. The rest of the mansions flooring was marble and I had expected every room that we entered to have such flooring, but this room was different. It was almost like a jungle gym, a training room, with weaponry on one side of the room against a wall and various setups for climbing, jumping, pulling, pushing, there was even a water tank there for some reason. “Am I supposed to prepare for a war or lose ten pounds?” I jokingly murmured to Damien as we stepped in and he chuckled.

WARD "The dungeons are in the basement of the pack house," King Erebus informs me. "It may not be difficult to cross the borders undetected but getting into the pack house will be difficult." "What do we know about the dungeons?" I ask, wondering if there is a separate entrance. "Unfortunately," the King furrows his eyebrows in frustration, "I don't know much more than what I have already told you." Turning the monitor of the computer in my direction, I click through the floor plans of the Crescent Moon pack house. Frowning when I get to the basement and I notice that the plans are incomplete.

She could feel every inch of him — the control in his stance, the barely contained hunger in his eyes. Before either of them could say another word, the elevator doors opened. “Boss,” Luca said, stepping out. Behind him, Matteo strolled in, his usual smirk in place. “Well,” Matteo drawled, glancing between them. “Looks like I interrupted something interesting.” “You always do,” Dante said without breaking eye contact with Amara. Luca handed him a tablet. “We got movement around the east perimeter. Surveillance picked up an unregistered signal — similar to the one from the ambush.”

The one missing limb who specialised in using daggers, darts and poisons was then interviewed, and he explained everything. In the dungeon’s first floor, it turns out all the beasts had unexpectedly gone beyond the capacity of even a B-ranker. Once the door of the dungeon was shut, it became hell for them. They couldn't even clear the first floor, much less head to the next. They suspected there must be a beast that caused this, the type that could buff other beasts and not just its own kind.