Falin Delicious In Dungeon Novels & Stories

++++++ The five children looked to walk away from their palace, known as the Monster Slayer Guild headquarters, in the early morning when the ceiling of Fort Forsaken's artificial sky appeared to be a bright blue with white clouds. This morning's activity on the fortress's first floor, known as the Dirt Floor, had indicated crowds. Nearly all people who lived on the Ground Floor and were monster hunters and warriors flocked to the Forsaken Fortress Association to ask for admission to the Dungeon. Of course, you can do this by paying a set number of hell stones. There is no such thing as a free lunch, is there?' Nawa stated as they waited in the courtyard of the Association's Ground Floor rep

my mind just goes back to murdering the dragon. I roll up the sleeves of the dragon's shirt and start cleaning; all the while my stomach growls between cussing. I hate cleaning, but I hate filthy more. I estimate an hour passes before shiny metal appliances and marble countertops greet me. I slowly run my fingers over the newly cleaned counters and walk to the stove. It looks odd and it takes a moment for me to figure out it's not gas or electric; it's a wood burning stove with an edgy look, so it fits the room. There's no microwave or dishwasher, but there is a sink which I used to clean the dragon's mess. I open cabinets without discovering actual food. Plates, cups, and utensils are here

Elias raises his glass with whatever he is drinking and then turns away. “You are doing so well, Precious. What do you think of the club?” Jace asks as we wait for our tour guide. “I’m excited to see what more it offers, Sir, but what is the dungeon?” Out of everything that Elias had said, that is the one thing that has stuck with me. Jace chuckles, and leaning into my ear, he presses himself into my side, “That, Precious, is where all the fun stuff happens. That is where I can do unspeakable things to you, and where I can give you the pain that you crave.”

"Automated. But we'll hear alarms if anyone's detected us. Move quietly." They descended single file. Maya went third, behind Morrison and Vance. The shaft dropped thirty feet before opening into a horizontal tunnel. Large enough to walk hunched over. Warm compared to the frozen surface. Sound carried in the metal passages. Every footstep echoed. Every breath amplified. They moved in silence, communicating with hand signals.

The Sluice Gates were a jagged hole in the base of the terminal, a dark, watery mouth waiting to swallow us whole. As we descended into the dark, I didn't look back. The "Boring" girl was a memory. The "Architect" was a weapon. And as we entered the tunnels, the first sounds of the city’s alarm system began to echo through the pipes—a low, mournful wail that signaled the beginning of the "Sanitization." The Serpent was in the Garden. But the Garden was about to flood.

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…"

Curious, I asked the others, "Why is her dungeon open 24/7 anyway?" The siren, holding onto her one surviving bag of spicy human jerky, explained while hissing from the heat. "She's waiting for someone." "Who?" "The previous boss of her dungeon, the only SSSSS-rank boss in the entire game." The crow flapped its wings excitedly. "I know, I know! I was lucky enough to meet her once when I was young. She gave me a bottle of super glue. Ever since then, my eyeballs don't fall out nearly as much!

Torvald asked as they walk past. “Yes, he will see you in a few days,” Deacon said. “Wynn, just a small drink, and I will show you everything,” Torvald tried his luck again. “F*ck-off,” Wyn said, frustrated. Walking through the castle, on their way-out Deacon ordered a random person to take Torvald some food, “take some food to the prisoner in the dungeons; meats, raw.” “No, you can cook it with rice and veggies. I think something sweet as well,” Wynn corrected.

---- everyone became speechless to what they saw after defeating the Red Large Serpent the monster has its own name! DARUGA! especially the grass farm was a dungeon! -SIDE DUNGEON (REPEATABLE): THE VOID EATER HAD BEEN CLEARED- -REWARD: LV2 DARK CRYSTAL- -YOU ARE THE FIRST ONE WHO CLEARS THE DUNGEON, ADDITIONAL REWARDS HAVE BEEN GIVEN- from out of nowhere a large dark crystal had been placed in front of the group "what the-"- John Carl

Faust's property. Yes, I was fucked. But so does he. “It looks good on you, Frankie,” Emma said, nudging my thigh with her foot. —And I can tell you like it. His face is beet red. It really was? I pushed my hair out of my face. - I gotta go. See you both in the morning. Zia makes the most incredible sweets. You will love them. — I kissed each of your cheeks. — Get some sleep. “Wait, don't go yet,” Gia said. —I want to talk more about this dungeon. Is it, like, a real dungeon with cells and chains? Or is it more like this? — She held up the phone and showed me a photo of a sex dungeon.