Dungeon Reset Novels & Stories

I led them to the hut where Uncle George and the others had stayed before, pointed to an area in the back, and said, "It's right here, so you get to digging." Those tribesmen went ahead and began digging, and sure enough, they uncovered the Divine Goblet. Uncle George and the others immediately turned deathly pale.

My mouth drops open. Bingo. The whole back wall is a board with keys that have numbers above them. Shit, shit, shit, I’m going to get caught. I quickly scan for the one I want. Where is it? Where is it? My eyes dart around frantically, and finally, on the bottom right corner, I find the first one and then the other. 1140 and 1289 I take the keys and I walk back to the door and look back. Damn it.

As soon as Damien reached the outskirts of the dungeon, he slowed down, his heightened senses on full alert. The thick, musty air hung around the dungeon, and the scent of damp stone and decay made his nostrils flare. He crouched low, careful not to disturb the silence, as his keen nose worked through the myriad of scents lingering in the air.

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

[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 dungeon entrance was closest to there, and the dimwitted guards would have foolishly taken Oza inside without a single intelligent thought as to how reckless it was to hunker down in a stone pit when the world was falling apart all around them. When she reached the dungeon entrance, it was as she had expected. The doors were no doubt barred closed from the inside, even if she had a battering ram to crash through the thick wooden portcullis that had been dropped down in front of that. She inserted her fingers into the mesh pattern of the gate, looking frantically from left to right in an attempt to find any weakness in the barrier. But there was none at all, and the lever and pulley to op

---------- It is important to appreciate beauty, even when it is solely evil. - The mansion Ghost Gwen. ---------- She recalls that yesterday was simply being fortunate to get to the white room, thinking of it, Dolores focused all her determination on attempting to reach the white room, After struggling for an hour straight, Dolores honestly couldn't try anymore, speculating that even after the white room assisted her, she would however still die at this place, reflecting on her death, she abruptly clenched her fists and attempted one last time.

After a car accident wipes my memory, my mind is stuck ten years in the past—right after I get down on one knee to propose to Angeline Stone. I tear through every app on my phone, desperate to find any proof that Angeline is actually my wife. But all I see in my contacts are numbers I don't recognize, and my WhatsApp chat list is empty. I have no choice but to call my buddy, Rick Tate, to ask him whether Angeline accepted my proposal. To my surprise, he explodes on me like a lit firecracker. "Did a donkey kick you in the head, Caleb? Did she accept your proposal? You're about to divorce her!" My first reaction after hanging up is—damn, I'm a legend. I actually managed to land an ice quee

Jake understood without a word and tucked the map away. "Thank you for the intel, Desmond." Jake gave a genuine, respectful nod. Desmond waved it off, checked the time on his watch, and smiled. "Not much point heading out tonight anyway. Tomorrow morning at nine, the Crucible City Run officially kicks off. But if you really want to check it out, Jake, you could go once the quest wraps up. "I've heard that after the Crucible City Run ends, the game gives players a twenty-four-hour 'recovery period,' basically a window of safety, before the second dungeon opens.

He knew about the ones near the port towns for each continent but this new info surprised him. Reya had a somewhat smug smile on her face when she said, "Of course there are dungeons near the starter villages. It's just that these dungeons are hidden in weird places that no one normally expects." Listening to her words, Kirou nodded his head in understanding before posing a question, "So where is this dungeon you want help with?" Reya had a weird smile on her face before saying, "Follow me." After this, she led Kirou to a section of the river that passes through the forest that houses Thousand Wood Village a few kilometers away.