Ruiner Nergigante Novels & Stories

Once inside, she locked the door and dialed a number she had memorized in the dark of her asylum cell. “Nanny Agnes?” she whispered. Her hand was steady now. “I need you to come back to the estate. Immediately. And bring Mr. Hanover with you.” Mr. Hanover, the family lawyer, was the only man who could secure her assets before Damien could sink his claws into them. In her first life, she had ignored them both. “I’m awake now, Nanny Agnes,” Elara said, her eyes fixed on the door. “And I’m never closing my eyes again.”

Immediately, the side quest window appeared. [Quest: Restore Medusa’s Shrine Description: After many years of neglect, Medusa’s shrine has collapsed, and her name is forgotten in the land she once protected. Using the last of her powers, she reached out to a young Naga child to ask for help to repair the land. Objective: Restore and Purify the abandoned Medusa Shrine Reward: Poison Resist +10] With that many poison resistance points, Zen would be immune to all low-level and weak poisons. The slimes from the first floor won’t affect him if he successfully manages to restore the forgotten Gorgon’s shrine.

“If you survive it.” She turned. Walked away. I stood there, my heart pounding, my head spinning. The lights flickered. Once. Twice. My stomach dropped. “No,” I whispered. The floor lurched. The sound around me warped, stretched, cracked. My vision tunneled. Astrid’s footsteps echoed backward. The walls dissolved. My breath caught as the world folded in on itself. Again. Again. Again. The last thing I heard was my own voice, swallowed by the void— “Fuck.” And then— Everything rebooted.

The entire structure looks more solid, like the activation is somehow reinforcing its own physical integrity. We stop at the entrance. "What emerged from the collapsed section?" Bao Fengtian asks. From inside the ruin, something answers. Not words. A sound. Low, resonant, ancient — like stone given breath. Bao Fengtian steps back half a step. "What was that?" "Honestly? No idea." --- The System activates. The System has contextual information. The collapsed section of the ruin contains a sealed guardian formation — a construct created to protect the Void Dragon Art's secondary texts.

The building was half-destroyed but the sub-levels were intact. They fought down to the core server room. The final guardian waited—a massive hybrid abomination, part machine, part flesh, tentacles fused with cables. The battle was brutal. Damian took a tentacle to the side. Alex was lifted by another, the child kicking wildly. But their love held. Damian drove the knife into the creature’s core. Alex fired the final shot. The kill switch activated. The fleet above began to destabilize—ships shuddering, energy beams flickering.

The nest shook from the blast, the whole place was in shambles, with cracks appearing in all the walls of the nest it wouldn't be long before it collapsed. [Mana:115/355] Then, rushing to the location where Gnoll and Ghost were regenerating, I picked up the lich's remains, hoping to get something out of it at the very least. Head out! Thud. I tossed the lich's remains as I watched the hill collapsed, leaving nothing but rubble. Sigh...things never go my way does it. In any case, let's see if this is of any use. Analyze! [Undead Lich Ogen- Unique rank]

The guards were falling back, regrouping inside the main building. "Sergei's in there somewhere," Elena said over the comms. "Thermal imaging shows a cluster of people on the second floor." "That's where we're going." Dante kicked in the front door. The entrance hall erupted in gunfire. Two of Dante's men went down in the first volley. Luca pressed himself against a pillar, breathing hard, trying to remember his training. "Move!" Dante grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the stairs. They fought their way up, leaving bodies behind them. Luca fired his weapon twice, didn't know if he hit anyone, didn't care. He just kept moving, staying close to Dante like he'd promised.

“The one where we actually get to build something instead of just excavating what everyone else buried.” “We will,” I said. “Once this is finished.” “You keep promising that.” “I intend to keep every version of it,” I said, and kissed her there on the rooftop, the city spread out gold and indifferent below us, both of us holding onto the quiet a little longer before we had to carry the weight of Talia’s shell entity and Gabriel’s father and twenty-two years of buried arrangement back down into the world waiting for us at street level.

I grunted. "God. . .Ginevra. . .Gesù," a scream tore out of my throat and my eyes slammed shut. Like I said, there was something about that pussy that drove me insane. "Yeah, keep calling out for God and his son, Ricardo, fingers crossed they'd answer." Ginevra taunted. My eyes fluttered open to her mischievous ones. A smile ghosted her lips as she rocked her hips tauntingly slow. "Who's screaming like a whore now, hmm?"

Silver flames burned along the walls without heat, casting eerie light across hundreds of kneeling figures below. Hollows. Thousands of them. Their heads bowed in absolute silence. And at the center of it all. me. No. Her. The first Queen of Ruin sat upon a throne of obsidian, draped in dark armor lined with glowing cracks. A silver crown rested upon her head like it belonged there. Like it had never belonged anywhere else. Her face slowly lifted. And I was staring at myself. Same eyes. Same face. Only colder. Older. Broken in ways I couldn’t understand.