Novel & Cerita Dungeon Meshi Yaad

Since he wasn’t fighting me on how much I logged in, even I have been staying in the game while he rested, doing my own leveling up. “It should be fine.” Luka muttered as he took a step forward. When he placed his hand on the door, the vines and limbs magically separated until there was an open path for us. Once we were inside, the door closed once more, leaving us inside. The dungeon was different than it had been during the beta testing. There was a small mystical lake, with tiny light fairies flying around. They were so small that one could fit into the palm of my hand. Sitting on what looked like a throne made of vines, a giant Gnome sat eating berries.

After finishing her talk, Selen immediately hide behind Lia because Violet and Noa glanced at her. "Hahaha," we laughed at their behavior. We were heading to the market and when I looked around, it turned out that what was being sold there were monster body parts such as skin, horns, claws and some that had been used as weapons or fighting tools. Not far from the market, there is a large cave that is guarded by many troops. In front of the cave were countless adventurers going in and out, it was the continent's largest dungeon. A dungeon consisting of 100 floors filled with monsters with different strengths on each floor.

Calm as ever, he was stroking Nacho and Butters, two of my five fur babies, who had apparently claimed his lap as their imperial throne. “At least there are two creatures in this house not demanding I live with my amnesiac ex-husband,” I muttered, scooping some salad. “What was that?!” Mama’s brows knitted together. “Nothing. Talking to the broccoli,” I said quickly. Dante smirked. “Most people confide in God or a best friend. You talk to vegetables. Cool.” I pointed my spoon at him. “One more word and this broccoli goes straight up your nostril.” Damian chuckled under his breath, sliding a piece of chicken onto my plate. “Eat. Looks like you need protein. And therapy. But let’s start with t

Abigail groaned and turned away, muttering something about idiots and early funerals. Tunde patted the small shard hidden inside his vest pocket. It was jagged, faintly warm to the touch. Most Adrium had to be mined raw and refined before it was stable. But this piece—this one glowed faintly, like it had already been through the forge. Maybe it was worth something. Maybe enough. ……………………………… Tunde pushed open the tin door of their shack just as the last of the sunlight died. Inside, the shadows felt thicker than usual. A single candle flickered in a cracked jar. His mother lay still, her breathing labored, lips dry.

"Room 204." Damon nodded. "Got it. Let's get you there in one piece." Navigating through the crowded hallway, Damon felt a sense of responsibility and curiosity about Aqua. Her presence was comforting in a way he couldn't quite explain. She stole glances at him too, and he couldn't shake the feeling that their paths crossing was more than just coincidence. As they approached Room 204, Damon slowed down and turned to face her. "Here we are," he said, giving her a reassuring smile. "Are you sure you're okay now?"

🗡️ASHER🗡️ The dungeon was cold and damp, the air thick with the smell of mold and old blood and the kind of despair that seeped into your bones and never left. I had been sitting in this corner for what felt like weeks, my body aching, my stomach hollow with hunger, my mind spinning with the weight of everything I had lost.

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.

We nod and re-open the trap door and descend down into the dungeon. There’s a reason this place is called a dungeon and not a prison. We have a prison back at Invictus, but it’s modern and kept sterile. This, however, is exactly what you picture when you hear the word dungeon. As we make our way down the stone stairs, Vitali and I have to cover our noses to keep from vomiting. It’s the most putrid stench I’ve ever encountered. Wet, stone walls covered in dirt, mould, and dry blood. The ground is made of dirt, and I don’t want to even think of how many years it’s been accumulating blood.

Seth The humid, rarefied air fills my lungs as I advance through the dark corridors of the dungeon. My footsteps echo off the worn stone walls, creating an ominous echo that seems to mock my presence. Each step I take is a reminder of the uncertainty surrounding this grim adventure. The dim light of a torch flickers in front of me, casting dancing shadows on the mossy walls. The flickers of the flame reveal the deterioration of the structure: cracks in the ceiling, peeling stones on the floor, and worn murals telling forgotten stories. These once-splendid murals now fade into the darkness, as if the dungeon itself has absorbed their vitality.

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.”