Dungeon Crawler Novels & Stories

Just kilometers away from the base, there’s a large boundary made of barbed wires. On the left side, there’s a small tunnel where the vehicles pass. Once a large group of zombies approached this barbed wire, an AI detector would immediately notify the people within the base. They saw few zombies aimlessly wandering close to the boundaries. When the Red Dragon’s humvees passed by them, the sound quickly attracted them, running after the vehicles almost desperately. They would trip several times, yet these zombies would stand up again to chase after them. However, because the humvees were fast, low-level zombies like them couldn’t keep up.

Jackson shrugged as we reached the entrance of the dungeons. The two guards on duty gave the three of us a nod and then moved to the side, opening the door so that we could walk in. Unlike most dungeons, it didn't have an overwhelming smell of blood and there wasn't a foul stench which came from rotting flesh, this was simply where I held criminals before questioning there - I wasn't really a fan of torturing the truth out of them. I guess that was something I took from my time with David. I didn't need to torture and kill to get what I wanted. I could treat them like a criminal without the brutality and they would eventually cave, giving me everything that I needed to know.

"Open the main quest." |Main quest: The frog who wanted to be as big as the ox |Complete a Rank D dungeon I decided to ignore the title and only consider the mission. "A D-rank dungeon? A dungeon…Is it a rift?" I noticed previously that the system used other terms to label the emissaries' lexicon. For example, Avatar does not mean a class but the term in a video game to design a playable character, the jobs represented the branches and therefore the most likely was that the rank D dungeon was a rift.

[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.

I promise. Anna cuddled into the warmth that was all around her, a sensation that she clung to like a refuge in a storm. “Anna. Wake awake." Her hair and her shoulder were caressed by the touch. "We need to leave in a short while." The sound of the voice was rather close to her ear. Male. Sexy… It jolted her awake from her sleep. Anna pulled herself to a sitting position and took a survey of her surroundings while drawing in a breath that appeared to be just out of reach. "Cave!" she exclaimed in shock. "We found ourselves in a cave."

It was the most beautiful feeling I have ever come across in my long painful and boring life. “Wow.” Crystal breathed as we opened the private room on the same floor that overlooked a very giant play station, which was another floor deeper into the ground. Talk about a basement that had had a basement. Fomr what I was told, the Dungeon was 4 floors into the ground; and I couldn't begin to imagine the money that must have been used to construct all of that opulence. There were about 6 private rooms (which looked more like VIP booths considering that they just had three walls, and a railing towering over the stage.) on this floor and others that went further deeper into the ground.

It wasn’t an overly big maze but it was intricate enough to make the game fun. “Just stay behind me,” I said to Charlotte as we walked to the far end and I pulled her in behind me. Jack blew a whistle and I lowered my stance. I crept forward while Charlotte followed me. I saw Nick’s elbow sticking out and I shot him. “Damnit, Jericho! We just started.”

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.

Who did he copy this from? Shit, I continue down the list. 1140 DMDPick up after deliveryStatue 1289WPPADFlooring 1140. DMD. What is that? What is DMD? God, I really do need to find out what all of this shit means. Whatever it is, it’s in a statue. I wonder how big of a statue? I tap my foot as I think. Okay, the first thing I need to do is find the container and try to get into it. Which container do I want? I go back through the list with my pen. It needs to be small enough for me to…

Then I bit down hard on Jack’s arm and tore off a piece of flesh. At the same time, the horror game activated, and both Jack and I were pulled into the dungeon. The moment we entered the dungeon, the boss opened its scarlet eyes and exhaled cold breath. “Found you.” This dungeon was called "The Count’s Treasure", with ten players entering—six men and four women. A cold electronic voice echoed in our minds. "The Count liked collecting shiny things. But not long ago—zzzt… its most beloved treasure was stolen by humans. Players, please help the Count retrieve its treasure… zzzzt…"