Novel & Cerita Dungeon Seeker

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.

Then I bit down hard on Jack’s arm and tore off a piece of flesh. At the same time, the horror game activated, and both Jack and I were pulled into the dungeon. The moment we entered the dungeon, the boss opened its scarlet eyes and exhaled cold breath. “Found you.” This dungeon was called "The Count’s Treasure", with ten players entering—six men and four women. A cold electronic voice echoed in our minds. "The Count liked collecting shiny things. But not long ago—zzzt… its most beloved treasure was stolen by humans. Players, please help the Count retrieve its treasure… zzzzt…"

"So what do you think?" "I have studied the the interior. It is a dungeon type. As you can see there are twelve entrances. Each entrances lead to a number of monsters. I still don't know what kind of monsters, but the one thing I can guarantee is that the monsters are strong and each entrances has different strength of monsters in it. The entrance that has the least number of monsters and the least powerful is the fourth one to the left. I recommend that we should start our hunt at the fourth entrance, Chief."

Only Aeternum and it’s allies knows that Dungeons also one of the contributor for an intense Monster Stampede phenomenon, and also the dungeon break phenomenon were also stemmed from dungeons that has not being managed properly. Aeternum were the only nation in Central Continent that were known to managed their dungeon carefully and also harvested the dungeon yield constantly. Certain dungeons often times has some specific harvest-able resource from it, for example, there is a Dungeon in Agriculture Region, Named Spider Dungeon, which is fully inhabited by a Monster Called Giant Silk Spider, and when the monster inside were killed, one can harvest a special Spider Silk from it. This silk is

He wasn’t walking into this underlevelled anymore, and that alone settled something in the back of his mind, and importantly he got the homing shot back. “Good enough,” he muttered as the clearing opened up ahead. The dungeon entrance stood at the centre, a worn stone arch embedded into the earth, faint carvings shifting subtly across its surface. A thin veil of light filled the opening, steady and quiet, marking the threshold. Players were already gathering nearby. Some grouped up, checking gear and talking through plans, while others lingered further back, watching and waiting, clearly unsure whether they were ready to step through. Riley scanned once, then spotted them.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

Fortunately, the mate bond could do wonders with an Alpha. Using the secret passage into the pack, they encountered lesser enemies. The secret tunnel to the dungeon had only one sleeping guard who was well taken care of. The lesser the killed, the better because Jax was very vengeful. After taking care of the guards in front of the dungeon, there was one flaw in their plan. They didn't have a key.

His silver-steel eyes flicked around, panicked and disoriented, and Damian felt the sting of responsibility in every fiber of his being. They moved, careful, slow at first, stepping over chunks of rock and twisted metal. The dungeon twisted ahead, tunnels branching, some blocked, some collapsing. The smell of dust and blood clung to the air, mixing with the lingering, volatile pheromones that still clung to Rowan. Damian ignored it, keeping his focus on the narrow passage that had barely survived the earlier blast. The exit was tight — barely more than a crawlspace. Damian led, chest pressed against the ceiling at points, hands brushing the walls, feeling for cracks, for weaknesses. He kept

Then I put on some pjs and sat on my bed, waiting. A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on my door. “Come in” “I heard you come in” Lincoln, my thirteen-year-old brother said. From his tone of voice, I knew that wasn’t at all everything he’d heard. I sighed. “So you know?” “What exactly? That you joined the hunt even though you promised me you wouldn’t or that you got hurt?” He gestured to the bloody bandages in the trash beside my table. I sighed and patted the bed beside me. He got the message and came to sit beside me.

​I stood there in the quiet courtyard for a long time and I felt a sense of calm washing over me because for the first time in days I felt like I was back in control of the situation, and I walked back into the house and found Damien sitting at the table with a blank stare on his face. ​"You look like you've seen a ghost and you really need to stop moping around the house because we have a lot of work to do if we're going to prepare for the arrival of the King's messengers," I said while I sat down across from him and helped myself to a piece of fruit. ​"I heard a rumor that you're hiring a Seeker and I want to know if it's true because those people are dangerous and they don't care about th