Dungeon Crawler 소설 & 이야기

He breathed, "Now, how do you know a rat his pregnant?" "I have a magic." "You failed." He breathed, "You didn't even answer. You know you have one chance to speak." "Alright." I frowned, my walls clenched tightly. This wasn't the kind of game I wanted to play. Damn. I was in already and couldn't back down now. I didn't think twice before rolling my panties down immediately, I crossed my legs and wrapped his bed sheet around herself. He licked his lips again. "Next question, what country name starts with O?"

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."

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

There was not a chance of going back. She had only heard of the centuries old dungeon which was named the naked tomb. Everything that happened here was real and a trainee had to defeat several beasts in order for the door to be opened. Maria's heart pounded hard against her chest. She hadn't expected a Kraken to be assigned to her, she expected something smaller. But the mystical dungeon never paid attention to preferences. Slime trailed along the floor as the creature walked towards her. It roared loudly, sending a gust of wind in her direction that almost threw her backwards. The stones and pebbles on the ground shook as it approached her.