Dungeon Man Romane & Geschichten

ariel:- that really beautiful story but what happens if she spends time with a male angle and forgets about you. old man:- I think that someone going to die with my hand. ariel:- sorry can you tell me about the dungeon before you kill me, I want to know. old man:- you stubborn kid, ok I tell you to listen, their only one dungeon exists here, which is very dangerous as you might know, 5 thousand people killed by it. ariel:- how can dungeon kill that many people are idiots why they go inside and how the greed of one magic item let all this suicide.

one of the men asked in a quivering voice. "Even if we don't follow him, we don't have any other choice." A muscular man looked quite calm and composed. "Just look at how scared you all are acting. If you guys can join a Rank S dungeon, that means you must've cleared many dungeons in the past, right?" "This is my first time…" I raised my hand meekly. The muscular man shot me a weird look. "This is your first time here? You're saying this Rank S dungeon is your first experience in this game?"

(Dungeon Guard 1) At the very end of the Alley ways, was the entrance of the Dungeon, and right in front of the dungeon gate was 2 guard, wearing their leather armor and pike in their right hand, the entrance we illuminated by at the light from torch hanging at the side of the door frame. One of the guard were in a relaxed mode, knowing that his duty were to guard this mundane gate. As he was talking to his fellow guard, he was stopped by the end of his sentence, with a bullet on his forehead, dead. His body fell to the ground without even the other guard knowing.

I got to the library, where the noise came from, and pressed a discreet button under one of the shelves. The shelves gave way in two, revealing the dark hallway that led to the dungeon. I was right. Dante Alvarez was right there on the floor, battered and bloodied, being kicked around and punched viciously, by the hefty, tattooed men that were in the dungeon with him. As I approached the dungeon doors, the men mounted there came towards me, brandishing the golf clubs in their hands menacingly, and I let out a dry scoff. It wasn’t like they stood a chance against me with those…

I was still on the third floor! That was when the familiar mechanical voice echoed once more. “Congratulations, player. You have completed the previous dungeon. Due to your popularity ranking, you have now been recalled into the game. This dungeon is titled Hospital Horror. Please find the escape door within three days. Difficulty level: S. “Due to audience demand, previous NPCs and bosses will be assigned roles in this game. Their game identities are Dr. White, Dr. Jackson, and Mr. Winchester. I wish you a pleasant game.”

The dungeon was cold, dark, and smelled of blood. Water dripped from the ceiling, making a soft, hollow sound. The walls were thick stone, and the only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, swinging slightly. In the center of the room, tied to a metal chair, was the man who had stolen from Dante’s vault. His face was bruised, dried blood crusting on his lips. His hands were tied behind his back, and his ankles were strapped to the chair legs. He had been here for hours, waiting for his fate.

he commanded. "Yes, sir," the pack warriors' leader said. He picked four men, including the warriors that found the button to the passage. As they descended into the dimly lit dungeon, the air grew heavy with the stench of despair and decay. Heartman pressed on, his mind focused on the task at hand. The passage seemed never-ending, winding its way through a labyrinth of stone walls. Finally, Heartman reached a heavy iron door, standing as a barrier between him and the main cell in the dungeon. Four warriors that came with him pushed and forced the door open, revealing a chilling sight.

I heard the garage doors close and then a car door was closed. The car alarm beeped once as he locked it. The door opened and closed behind him. He walked past the doors that were previously closed. First mistake, Charles. Always remember how you leave things. I had left the doors ajar on purpose and he hadn’t even noticed. Charles Huxman was six foot and weighed one hundred and fifty pounds. He was in good shape, combed his blonde hair sideways and liked to chew matches. He didn’t smoke and occasionally he would finish ten beers while watching the football game.

Maya said before hanging up. Amber walked head high into the dungeon, ignoring the gaze she was receiving from the men there. Her heart was beating madly against her chest but she tried to keep her cool. The dungeon was a dangerous place for her to be because no one would ever know if something happened to her. She walked straight to the bulky man who was having an arm wrestling with a much slimmer man. Amber cleared her throat and two pairs of eyes darted towards her. "Can I talk to you?" She told the bulky man covered his tattoos. His hair was grown to the length of his shoulder and his beard almost touching his chest.

I had to get out of this dungeon. The sun was setting; after a few hours the dungeon plummeted into total darkness. All my senses were heightened and Das was on high alert. Just as sleep overcame me the door swung open with a loud crack. Stone from the walls crumbled from the force of the door. A blinding light filled the dungeon. The doorway beheld a man’s silhouette.