BlackJade

The world dungeon. A mysterious construct. It is spoken of in myth and legend. It stands tall, reaching through the clouds above, yet none can enter.  

No one knows what lies within. It has stood quietly for generation after generation. 

But now it stirs. 

Only a hundred people can walk the dungeon. To leave it, they must conquer it.  

 

Or die trying. 




Note: Any character resemblance to actual people is coincidental, all work is original. On the off chance I figure out how to put pictures in the story, any works you see were more than likely found with a google search. If the work belongs to you let me know and I give credit/take it down. That being said I'll mark my own work.

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Thousand Floor World Dungeon

Inside were a handful of round tables and chairs. The tables and chairs, like the walls, were grey. They were a lighter grey though, so it was still possible to make out their outlines. On the wall to the right there was a section lit up in a rectangular shape. On its right there were a hundred names, each in its own box with a red circle at the end. To the left was a hollowed-out area of about a foot and half cubed.


I opened the door on the right this time to find an empty room about 30 feet long and wide with a ceiling far in the distance, with nothing in it.


I proceed to the next door on the right since it was a little bit closer.


Inside was another room identical to the last.


The next room on the left was large. It had 100 stone blocks about six feet tall and a foot wide lined in up a 10×10. Each stone block was lit up with someone's name in the center.


It gave me an unsettling feeling as I looked at the stone blocks.


I proceeded to the next room on the left, only to find another room identical to the last. It was both unsettling and reassuring to see a second room.


Still, I opened the door on the right to find what I can only describe as some sort of library. Every book shelf was white, and every book was some shade of gray. The closer the book was to the door, the lighter it's shade. The ones at the end were a solid black.


The lines of shelves of on the right had a black staff drawn on it, and the ones on the left had a black palm.


The next room on the right looked like a training room of sorts, and the room across from it looked similar to a mage's lab.


The room on the left after that was full of what appeared to be showers, and I can only imagine that behind the wall, was a bath. The room on the right was full of toilets.


The next few rooms after that all had a bed, a magic lamp on the wall next to the bed, an overhead magic light, a desk next to the wall with a magic lamp sitting on it, a tall dresser, and a weapon rack along the wall next to the door.


After seeing four such rooms, I turned around and went to the first room with stone blocks in them. I could guess what the first room was, but everything else aside from the lab, training room and the seemingly endless rooms had me confused.


I did a little looking before finding the stone with my name on it.


Zachary