Dungeon Hunter の小説・ストーリー

The Hunter said as he swung his Silver metal baton back and forth Slowly approaching Daemon who was on the ground breathing hard. “It’s...... not (coughs) over yet” The hunter laughed at his feeble attempt to stand up then dodged a claw from the now awake Gwen, He swung his baton she dodged it neatly but couldn’t dodge the kick that followed which sent her flying to Daemon’s side.

It wouldn't be easy, but I was confident that I could pull it off. As I continued to think, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Derek. "Just got word that the hunters are planning a raid on the old abandoned warehouse in the industrial district. Might be a good place to start." I smiled to myself. It seemed like fate was on my side. I quickly typed out a response. "Thanks for the tip. I'll check it out." I stood up and grabbed my jacket, heading out the door. It was time to put my plan into action. I was ready to take on the hunters and show them that they couldn't mess with me.

When the dust disappeared there was only small rocks plus DT standing there with a smirk on his face looking at Wish as a reply to her chuckle. Leo and Rose ignored all of that and went inside followed by Wish and Dard. As soon as they entered a notification was popped in front of every player of The Lost World "Congratulations to the group of players, who found a Dungeon." "The First Dungeon has been used Rewards will be sent according to the difficulty of the Dungeon and according to the player level." "As the first Dungeon has been found, all other low level Dungeon has been marked on the map, player can discover and use the Dungeon for extra Rewards."

Something about killing someone is involve, and this woman may kill that someone without knowing the most important part of the system. The system that all the players is a prey of a strong! * When the system told them about ruin dungeon, they thought it is literal in aspects. But the mess that surround them as they enter the so-called dungeon is heart-taking. The mess that they surely has to wipe out clean is not what it seems. It is a living being who fly and fill the dungeon with their existence. “Help us! Help us!” a meowing voice filled the surrounding. It is from a finger-height being who keep flying, and that the one who provide lights to the immense darkness in the dungeon. But what

I replied. “Work? What is it that you do?” He asked me. I saw a sly smile form on my lips before I answered. “I’m a big game Hunter.” I said. And I watched as Damien's eyes widened. He had no idea what I would answer this question with, but I assume it surprised him that I didn't make something up.

it might be that 1-2 months before the real battle, who nows when they change their mind so, he should capture it. he has his smartphone, and he can gather any useful information, from it, he couldn't get any information about jewellery but he finds out full information about the dungeon. The dungeon itself carries many secrewhareseis still unknown, many dangerous beasts live there, who are like to eat human flesh, many bloods lusty monster live there, it's not going to be easy journey, there are many screat lies there who know what they face in future, since there future a insertion and what done is done, but some herbs help to heal and some of them give super power, and some of them are al

He raised the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle, the smart-scope instantly highlighting targets in the gloom. "Clear right," Ren said. Jax stepped out from the shadows, his data-sword glowing a soft, deadly blue. Behind him lumbered Brog, the awakened NPC blacksmith. Brog looked terrified, his massive forging hammer clutched tightly in his pixelated hands. "This isn't how the dungeon was coded," Brog whispered, looking at the walls. The stone textures were melting, replaced by a cascading waterfall of angry red zeroes and ones. "The Great Machine is eating the architecture."

Aiden whispered, “Resonance signature… faint. Weak. But familiar.” Dante’s jaw tightened. “Hunter?” “No. Not like the others.” Footsteps approached. Slow. Uneven. Dante rested his hand on his knife. “Stay back.” A shadow appeared at the bend in the canyon— tall but hunched. Armored, but the armor looked damaged. Cracked visor. Burned plating. Aiden gasped. The hunter collapsed to its knees. Dante stepped forward cautiously. “Don’t move.” The hunter didn’t reach for a weapon.

He said, making me even more dubious. ‘Is it related to us, being hunters?’ ***