Novel & Cerita Dungeon Dreamer

"You take them home safely I'll handle that volcano" he said pointing towards a girl who is sitting under a table angry. "Why I have always have to deal with two" Darren groan when last time scene flash in front of his eyes. With how much difficulty he take them home only he knows. It's like winning an Oscar. "Cause one Is your sister and other is your lover. I can't do anything Mr." Damian shrug turning around. Darren look at the girls who are sleeping peacefully on couch after sucking the life out of two boys. He slowly move towards them not wanting to wake up the devil's.

it might be that 1-2 months before the real battle, who nows when they change their mind so, he should capture it. he has his smartphone, and he can gather any useful information, from it, he couldn't get any information about jewellery but he finds out full information about the dungeon. The dungeon itself carries many secrewhareseis still unknown, many dangerous beasts live there, who are like to eat human flesh, many bloods lusty monster live there, it's not going to be easy journey, there are many screat lies there who know what they face in future, since there future a insertion and what done is done, but some herbs help to heal and some of them give super power, and some of them are al

He guessed that this would be enough for [Soul Blood Throat]. He will also level up high in the body if he can kill five or more ghouls. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. He dreamed he was blood, fighting hundreds of enemies in the near Great War. … Wake up after 3 hours of sleep. He sat on the ground and rubbed his eyes. "I fell asleep…" He looked at his surroundings and found that he was still in the dungeon. How careless of him to sleep in a dungeon full of ghouls. So he stood holding his weapon, his staff and his sword. Then he left the room after he finished examining his condition.

I woke up feeling so uncomfortable and it took me a few moments to realise that I was locked up in the lowest dungeon. There was no window and no light. It reeked of mould and other unsightly things. I felt sick and wished that I had never left the packhouse that night. I tried to stand up from the floor but was pulled back by something which made me scream because I realised I was chained to the wall like an animal. The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon.

At this time, Dreamer and Wolf saw the situation here and hurried over to help. Dreamer was an Astrologist who was specially used to carry the load. His defense ability was strong. With one attack, he was attracted to the hatred of himself. This time he was confident. Ailina used the Eight Gates Therapy to fuel Dreamer and pull me up with her spell at the same time. After I stood up, I stood there and didn’t move. Ailina quickly fueled me with blood. However, just as the blood was replenished halfway, the boss made another big move, and I died again.

But I remain calm and give her an urging look. She sighs deeply and continues. “In the dream, I’m some kind of servant girl. And you are in this large gladiator arena. You put on this helmet-like thing that is shaped like a flame over your head and some kind of black metal breastplate with a red dragon carved in the middle of it. And you take out this large sword that gleams like moonlight. What gets me is that you look sad. Almost as if it doesn’t matter whether you win or lose.”

My palms pressed to the floor—rough, dirty stone—grimy with years of rot and forgotten pain. I know this place. The dungeon. The one Damian had locked me in when I first arrived—the one I was always bound to in my dreams. My breath came in sharp, uneven bursts. A soft rustle came from deeper within the hall, and I moved without thinking—slow, silent, blood roaring in my ears. I crept toward the exit, heart pounding, every inch of me aching like I’d been pulled through fire and shadow. And then I saw him. Damian.

I was laid back onto the soft plush bed of my Asteria. The room all quietned after a while leaving me to my horrid dreams of the crystal moon pack. The drawstrings of blood in the walls of the dungeon and the decaying body in the corner of the dark dungeon. The crystal green Jade falling off the hand of the dead body of the merchant's daughter woke me up from the nightmare I was having as I panted, catching greedily onto my breaths.

A young warrior tried but fail to inconspicuously pace around the area, giving me the clue. I marched towards him and immediately, he pulled out his blade and pointed it at me. I didn't waste any time with him and soon enough, he was down writhing in pain as I moved and pulled the metal door that led to the dungeons upwards and descended inside. The dungeon was as quiet as I remembered it to be, probably likely to do with the change of leadership, and considering the chaos David was constituting up, he needed more warriors than he did here. "Damon," I called fearlessly. "Where are you? Can you hear me?"

O’er cliff and cave, through mist and gloom, She carries life back to the womb. A phantom swift, a breath, a sigh, The thief who makes the dragons cry. Skylar I jolt awake, disoriented because of the very real dream I was having where a golden dragon was talking to me. I shake my head. Okay, maybe that wasn’t a dream. Maybe that was real. Or was it? “My lady! My lady, you have to get up. The thief stole the egg! King Augustus is furious!” one of my maids says.