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

I slowly made my way to one of the orc sentries.


The guard had just changed, so this area was in a blind spot.


Quickly and quietly I darted out and stabbed the orc through his lungs from the side.


He fell to the ground with a light thud.


I proceeded to the next sentry, and the next, and then once more.


'Orcs sure are generous at this level. I'm already at 480/700.' I thought as I set my eyes on my target.


It was a pair of orcs that were walking through part of the forest on patrol.


I climbed a tree on their path and waited.


When they were just beneath me, I dropped down, knives in both hands.


With a flash both orcs dropped to the ground clutching their throats.


'680/700. I still need another two in agility and three in speed.' I thought as I set my eyes on another pair.


I took down another five patrols after the first before pausing.


My XP was now at 180/900. I was at level 9 now.


'I managed to get all the patrols without raising the alarm. There are still a few on the wall keeping watch, but they won't be able to see much in this forest. These orcs don't seem to be to bright, thankfully.' I thought as I turned my attention towards the walls.


'Now then. I still haven't located the chieftain. I could try and slip in through the gate, but I'll probably be spotted if I do. Should I climb the walls? No, that's an even worse idea.' I thought as I stared at the walls.


"Wait. Why am I debating this? That's not my style at all." I murmured as I stood.


I used my points making my status look like this.


Skills: Basic Swordplay, Fireball, Lesser Heal


Enhancements: Demonification, Humanization


Equipment: Basic Mage Robe, Basic Mage Staff, Basic Leather Armor, Basic Leather Boots, Crude Goblin Knife × 5, Simple Iron Sword


Satisfied, I raised my staff and pointed in the direction of the guards.


Five fireballs flew out within moments of each other.


Two of the orcs were hit in the face and fell off, one missed and hit the wall causing it to catch fire, and the other two set two orcs on fire after hitting a limb.


As the fireballs flew over I dashed towards the wall.


A knife flew from my hands and sunk into the walls. With a leap I reached the knife before pressing off of it. The knife bent from both the force and the weight, but it had served its purpose. With the second leap off the knife, I had reached the top of the wall.


With a swing one the orcs was decapitated.


I twisted to avoid the sword swinging down at me.


I stabbed forward before the orc could recover, hitting its heart and fatally wounding it. A few stabs later and it was dead.


With a twist I was behind the next orc.


Zachary