Novel & Cerita Dungeon Man

His seven emotions were split into seven personalities, scattered through the Mental Asylum. He lost his memories… until I showed up and put him back together. Helping him regain himself also made him remember everything. …Sigh. So far, every dungeon I’ve entered has been tied to Rose Manor. Could it be that the fire back then wasn’t what it seemed? I was still thinking when the system chimed again. [New dungeon initializing—] Oh come on. Already? I groaned once before darkness swallowed me whole.

These people lived on the rewards they earned by accepting missions and executing missions. Chu Xun exerted a little bit of his strength and easily made his way through the door. An old man slowly walked out with the help of two young human girls. The originally noisy hall suddenly fell silent. From the conversation between two Subterranean Devil Warriors by his side, Chu Xun learned that the old man was named Harry Dole and was the principal of this mercenary guild. Chu Xun wondered why the names of some people in the Subterranean Devils Realm were similar to those used in the west of the outside world.

he muttered. Inside one of the rooms of the dungeon with scarce light was an elderly man who was shackled with chains, blood dripping from his open wound, he looked weak and out of breath. "Mr. Lawson, how do you do?" Alex asked, he gave spider a thumbs up. Spider is one of his goons, spider takes care of the underground dungeon when Alex is not around. "What did he do Spider?" He pulled a chair and sat in front of Lawson.

Chase walked into the dungeon and his soldiers who was guarding the cell immediately bowed to him. "Open the door" He instructed and they nodded. Tyrell, his personal guard was tagging along behind him. The soldiers obeyed him and opened the cell, Chase walked in. The dungeon was built underground, so it's not easy for someone not living in the house to find or notice the dungeon. "Tell me all you know" Chase tells the man calmly bringing out a chair. The man before him, was already wounded as he has different cuts on his face and is bleeding.

Which meant their ambush had failed? Night dragged on, witnessing Justin fall in and out of sleep, occasionally waking up violently from a nightmare, while the man from the next cage whimpered and shivered all night. The next morning, the dungeon underground was still dark, the only way Justin could tell that it was morning was because the darkness had eased up a bit, and he could see a little better. Justin’s eyes greeted the prisoner next door, taking in the man’s… well, colorful details. He looked dirty and his clothes were stained with blood, some his, some from other men. His eyes were red, scared, and jumpy, like a rat that had mistakenly stumbled into a wolf’s den.

We patted each other on the back, and continued down the length of the tunnel. At last, we got to the depth of the tunnel where the dungeon lay. Octavius gave his torch to Lucius, and rolled out the boulder covering the mouth of the dungeon. The putrid smell from the dungeon smashed our breath, forcing us to cover our nose. We got into the dungeon, and headed for the naked unconscious man hanging limply from silver chains fasted into the stone wall. I collected one of the torches from Lucius, and brought it closer to the face of the man. His head dropped to the floor with his brown hair matted in dry black blood. Every part of his body was lacerated by knife cuts, exposing his flesh to conta

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

"I don't know. Perhaps you should ask Lord Xrysos. I mean, he's the one who chose me." "Alright loser, gather around the mapping table everyone and let's make plans. The Dark Castle is a huge and dangerous place to be and we marching in there is declaring war upon ourselves," Dylan stared at the faces of his men and smirked. "But we are not that reckless so I'll send a spy in and then we can take it from there." Every man gathered about shook their heads in agreement with their Chief. "Now where is my favorite spy?" Dylan called and a ruckus of laughter fell off each warrior's mouth once again as a man small as a twelve-year-old and with a baby face like that of a child emerged from undernea

I gave him a scornful look but he still guided me to the stairs and out of the metal door where I startlingly saw Phillius who is already waiting for me to get out of the dungeon. The door of the dungeon is in the middle of the garden like a secret passage which automatically opens when I press a button on the side of it. It cannot be seen clearly by humans because the metal door is covered with artificial grass that hides it from plain sight. But for the werewolves, this dungeon is not a secret to any of them because I am sure they clearly smell the awful stink down of it and I wonder how many Faes Phillius had captured to torture down that horrible place.

Blur, after it shrank to his kitten form, leaped to Dio’s head. The place didn’t give off a dangerous vibe despite all the adventurers moving back and forth from the entrance. Dio, with his hands on his pockets, moved to the entrance and he was welcomed by an elegant atmosphere. “Welcome to the dungeon city! Are you a new adventurer?” a kind-looking middle-aged man said with a smile. Dio nodded his head as a response to the warm greeting he received. He watched the old man smiled and then he followed him when he started leading the way.