Dungeon Man 소설 & 이야기

I lead him to the main dungeon door which I open with another palm scan. “Fancy security. Is that really necessary to have, way the hell out here in the woods? How much trouble do you actually get?” Josh asks as we emerge from the dungeon hallway. Dan is still seated at the controls with a comic book in hand. Everything is shut down as I had instructed. Dan’s jaw just about hits the floor when he sees Josh coming out with me, sans restraints. “Security at the dungeon is higher because of the type of people we are usually holding. I don’t have many traitors or rule breakers in my pack, but rogues are a big problem for us right now. You just happened to end up here while our cells were empty.

"It's just fair that you tell me who you are, since you already know who I am." A second passes, and when it feels like he's not going to give me an answer, he sighs and moves to drop his sword. My grip on my sword tightens, and he flashes me an amusing look. "I'm not trying to harm you. Here," he raises both hands up—now empty. I don't let myself relax. "Who are you?" I ask more formally. "You can call me Darien, I'm the guard of the second door to the dungeon. Anyone who breathes near these quarters have to pass through me—or my blade."

His seven emotions were split into seven personalities, scattered through the Mental Asylum. He lost his memories… until I showed up and put him back together. Helping him regain himself also made him remember everything. …Sigh. So far, every dungeon I’ve entered has been tied to Rose Manor. Could it be that the fire back then wasn’t what it seemed? I was still thinking when the system chimed again. [New dungeon initializing—] Oh come on. Already? I groaned once before darkness swallowed me whole.

These people lived on the rewards they earned by accepting missions and executing missions. Chu Xun exerted a little bit of his strength and easily made his way through the door. An old man slowly walked out with the help of two young human girls. The originally noisy hall suddenly fell silent. From the conversation between two Subterranean Devil Warriors by his side, Chu Xun learned that the old man was named Harry Dole and was the principal of this mercenary guild. Chu Xun wondered why the names of some people in the Subterranean Devils Realm were similar to those used in the west of the outside world.

he muttered. Inside one of the rooms of the dungeon with scarce light was an elderly man who was shackled with chains, blood dripping from his open wound, he looked weak and out of breath. "Mr. Lawson, how do you do?" Alex asked, he gave spider a thumbs up. Spider is one of his goons, spider takes care of the underground dungeon when Alex is not around. "What did he do Spider?" He pulled a chair and sat in front of Lawson.

Chase walked into the dungeon and his soldiers who was guarding the cell immediately bowed to him. "Open the door" He instructed and they nodded. Tyrell, his personal guard was tagging along behind him. The soldiers obeyed him and opened the cell, Chase walked in. The dungeon was built underground, so it's not easy for someone not living in the house to find or notice the dungeon. "Tell me all you know" Chase tells the man calmly bringing out a chair. The man before him, was already wounded as he has different cuts on his face and is bleeding.

"I don't know. Perhaps you should ask Lord Xrysos. I mean, he's the one who chose me." "Alright loser, gather around the mapping table everyone and let's make plans. The Dark Castle is a huge and dangerous place to be and we marching in there is declaring war upon ourselves," Dylan stared at the faces of his men and smirked. "But we are not that reckless so I'll send a spy in and then we can take it from there." Every man gathered about shook their heads in agreement with their Chief. "Now where is my favorite spy?" Dylan called and a ruckus of laughter fell off each warrior's mouth once again as a man small as a twelve-year-old and with a baby face like that of a child emerged from undernea

My brows met at once. I feel like I have heard that voice before but I can't tell when. My mind is distracted by the eerie atmosphere in this dungeon where several prison cells are empty with bones inside them. I can’t tell if they’re either human or some kind of creatures because it seems like Phillius has this kind of strange fondness for collecting species to imprison in his dungeons. The sound of chains echoed in the cold bricked walls of this place and even though it’s dark. I know that man is also bound by a chain just like mine. Specifically, the kind that suppresses the mana inside the body just like mine.

He looked at Jon without interest. “I was wondering if you could order a game for me or if you knew the company that put it out. It’s called Dark Dungeons.” “It’s one of them weird ones like Dungeons and Dragons.” “Yeah.” With a sigh, the old man pulled out a mammoth catalogue and flipped through it. “Got a card game called Dark Cults.” “That’s not it.” “Then I can’t help you.” “You have no information on it?” The old man stabbed at the catalogue with an irritated finger. “It’s not in the book!”

Blur, after it shrank to his kitten form, leaped to Dio’s head. The place didn’t give off a dangerous vibe despite all the adventurers moving back and forth from the entrance. Dio, with his hands on his pockets, moved to the entrance and he was welcomed by an elegant atmosphere. “Welcome to the dungeon city! Are you a new adventurer?” a kind-looking middle-aged man said with a smile. Dio nodded his head as a response to the warm greeting he received. He watched the old man smiled and then he followed him when he started leading the way.