Dungeon Full Dive Novels & Stories

When I opened it, I took out a gun and also a knife. Suddenly there was a sound from Dimitri. “What are you going to do with that gun and knife?” Dimitri asked in a serious tone. I immediately turned my head towards the door and saw Dimitri standing up with sharp and piercing eyes. I was so shocked that I fell into a confused silence. "Leo?" "Dimitri, I plan to go to Daffodil town to find a job," I told him. "Huh? Why do you suddenly want to go there? What do you want to do in Daffodil town?" Dimitri asked.

Nothing she did made any difference, and as she fell, she picked up speed until she suddenly rocketed onto the ground with a hard thunk, onto what she had to assume was the cave floor. The tunnel had been dark, but the chamber she’d broken into was illuminated by a soft orange glow, like a fireplace only much, much larger, as the room itself was ginormous. Rubbing her bottom, she stood, just as Slate joined her, his final descent propelling him up onto his feet in a graceful pose. She turned and glared at him but then returned her attention to her location.

I couldn't. I lunged forward, dropping to my knees on the cold concrete of the utility room. Ignoring the sharp pain in my scraped hands, I grabbed the collar of Dominic’s wet shirt, anchoring my weight against the floor. Below us, the diver pulled a short, serrated diving knife from his chest rig. He wasn't trying to capture Dominic anymore; he was going to cut his achilles tendon to let the turbine current do the rest of the work. Dominic didn't wait for the blade to drop. He smashed his free boot downward, using the heavy heel to strike the diver directly in the center of his glass mask.

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.”

of the North were being sharpened for a descent into the dark, cold depths of the ocean The journey to the southern coast took three weeks through the snow-choked passes of the Black Ridge. Rhea, Elias, and a specialized strike team of ten Iron Claw divers reached the shoreline at the ruins of the "Old Port". The ocean was a churning mass of grey-green water, the waves capped with a greasy, white foam that smelled of ozone and deep-earth minerals.

We all drink (even Rowan, who immediately coughs and turns red). The submarine dives deeper. Pressure gauges scream. Outside the windows, the water turns from black to impossible violet. Ancient ruins rise around us (columns carved with Deep Script, statues of storm-priests wearing crowns that match mine). Something massive moves in the dark (too big to see all at once). The Thunder Crown is down here. And it just woke up. Remy squeezes my hand, ring to ring. Remy (soft, deadly serious): “Whatever’s waiting down there…

she said with a grin. I looked up at Trent and saw him grinning. He had overheard the entire conversation. I wanted to melt into the chair. I offered him a smile and turned around. “We can drop anchor here and do a little swimming,” Trent said, cutting the engine. “I’ll go downstairs and grab the basket of goodies,” Julia said, getting to her feet. “I’ll help,” Khloe said, winking at me as she followed Julia. Trent took the seat Julia had been sitting in. Leia got up and rested her head in his lap. He was watching me again. I pushed up my sunglasses and looked directly into his eyes. “I still can’t believe you were in the Army with my dad.”

[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.

The next day they awake to the smells of breakfast burritos fresh cut fruits, coffee, and chatter about the dive, many are already in their dive suits, eager to get started. As they finish their breakfast, the group's excitement grows. The rest begin to suit up, their dive gear rustling and clanking as they prepare for the journey ahead. Jorge briefs them on the dive plan, his voice steady and reassuring. "Today, we'll descend into the depths of the cave, following the ancient riverbed that once flowed to the underworld. The water's crystal clear, but the passage narrows and darkness awaits. Stay close, follow my lead, and trust your training. I have a cable we will all be tethered to it, so

The dirty dishes from the last meal were washed meticulously and left to dry on the counter. “Did you find anything new in the dive this time?” Bolt asked while Zen mixed his seasoning. Zen wanted to make something simple for dinner as they had a heavy tea. Fried rice and some soup will do. There was more than enough for everyone later. “There were new things,” Zen admitted, reluctant to reveal too much information about the new features and unique split-path quests he and Damian had discovered. “However, they will not be very useful in the new event. The progress, even with the team, is too slow. The virtual dungeon is more complicated than regular games.”