Dungeon Man 소설 & 이야기

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…"

“The man in the dungeon, do you need me to deal with him?” The man in the dungeon? Drystan had almost forgot about the traitor who thought he could have a foot with him while pairing with his enemy Luthos. He had been too lost in the world of Rosealba that he forgot his duty as a mafia lord who never hesitated to put people in their freaking space.

Dungeons were never my favorite places to visit. The guard unlocked a cell, revealing a man clutching his stomach and wincing in pain. Wolves usually had high healing abilities and strong immune systems. Seeing him suffer like this made me curious. “Hello, I’m Commander Celeriac,” I introduced myself. I couldn't see his face properly. The man’s gray, dirty robe hid his appearance. Slowly, he stood up, taller than everyone else in the room. Not as tall as Hades, but definitely not the size of an average wolf.

Majority of the campers are boys because game addiction is their thing – to be exact, Dungeon Raydens-addiction. Dungeon Raydens is a sandbox-style MMORPG that’s a one-stop-shop for a lot of things. Kate remembers that, when Ecto was still around (darn, it hurt to think that), they did almost everything there except PvP and the MOBA-esque Battle Royale end game, which Ecto abhorred for their violence.

“I think we can handle it. I never felt particularly…burdened.” “Will you just trust me on this one?” he asks. "Hallowed Moon shunned you, but if you actually absorbed that entire pack's spirit, you'd be dead." The entrance to the dungeon rises up from the ground. Just a small little brick structure with a single door. Surrounded by the broken forest and wet rainbows, it gives the impression that it’s a door to some magical world. It’s considerably colder inside the dungeon than it is outside and I break out in goosebumps. Without a word, Jericho shrugs out of his jumper and folds it over my shoulders. I gratefully fold the warm garment around myself and inhale his scent.

“Who the hell are you?” Nya asked as she blinked against the fog. The man, dressed in a black shirt, open wide enough at the collar that she could see a tuft of dark hair across his chest, black pants and boots, all of it with red piping along the seems, with dark hair and intense dark eyes, staring at her with a smoldering glare, paused several paces in front of her. The fog seemed to dissipate for a moment, and behind him, Nya could see nothing but the jagged tops of the mountain. No trees, no plants, no buildings, no animals. No dragon.

They were covered in mud water, and they shouted all day long. “Aaron Dole! Arresting me is equivalent to messing with Dragon King Well! Do you know what the consequences are? “Hurry up and let go of me! Otherwise, I’ll kill you the moment I get out! “Do you f*cking hear me?!” No matter how Dumbo shouted in the dungeon at the opening above, no one came. His voice was already hoarse from shouting. More than a dozen of his men were sprawled on the floor. He kicked them and cursed, “Damn it! Get up and shout for me!”

"I'm Sam Mendoza. I used to be a martial arts instructor," said a bulky guy with massive arms, giving Lonnie a bored look. "I'm pretty solid in a fight. I've cleared one dungeon before, but that was pure luck." "I'm Joseph Payne. I work security," a guy with a buzz cut said, giving a short nod. "This is my first time, but I'm fast and strong." "Hi, I'm Alison Hodges. I'm a nurse," a girl in a white dress said, eyeing me carefully. "In horror dungeons, I can reduce the corruption damage teammates get from monsters. Helps keep your mind from snapping."

I muttered, lying straight at his face while looking at him, worried that he might get furious. “If I did not appeal in your eyes, join me. Scrub my body. Put some shampoo on it. Let me enjoy my break time. Come. I don’t want to wait anymore or I will punish you myself. Perhaps you want to visit the dungeon again.” I did not understand this man. One time he was friendly. The next time, he would turn serious. “But the dungeon is already damaged.” He glanced at his shoulder. “Do you think I have only one dungeon in my territory? There are other horrible places out there, River. What you see was only a glimpse of the horror you will encounter when you see them again.”

“Mandy’s Mausoleum is a special dungeon that can only be accessed by members of the party [Godly Food]. All members must be present to start a new boss raid dungeon event?” Huh? For a minute, Zen stood motionlessly in the middle of Mandy’s safe zone with the ridiculous gas mask covering most of his expression. Some people watching his channel thought the stream was still broken with how motionless Zen was. However, the creator of the dungeon knew better. Zen was probably too overwhelmed to react.