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 looked at the small army I had amassed. Several dozen shadowling skeletons and a dozen or so shadowling zombies. I had already used bone enhancement as well. It was indeed painful, and it was also taxing on the mind. It took a while to do, as I didn't have much Qi to work with, but I managed to add the spikes of a shadowling to the back of my skeletal hands. I hadn't found any suitable bones to use so I could mimic a spiked gauntlet. Nothing seemed to be quite long enough.


Regardless, I would keep looking for now.


I looked across the barren, blackened land. The ground was covered in a mucus like layer of something. Shadow, I believe it was called. In the distance there was a faint outline of... a hill?


'No, that should be a shadowling nest.' I thought, staring at it.


After staring at it for a few minutes, I made up my mind and began to approach. A fog had appeared at some point. The closer to the nest I got, the denser it was.


I could hear something not quite clicking or growling, but somewhere in between the two echoing around me.


'Skeletons and zombies don't sound like that. Neither do Shadowlings.' I thought.


A burning sensation spread across my waist. I looked down find an eight-legged creature attached to me, practically drooling acid on me as its mandibles clamped down on me. It had a purplish carapace wrapped around its body with darker spikes rising on its back. A short tail, about nine inches long that was completely covered with spikes was hanging down.


It took a moment to pry the creature off of me, atfer which I tossed it to the ground and began to deliver a series of kicks to it.


It was far too close for me to use magic without putting myself in danger of being mauled.


I could hear the clacking of skeletons and the growls of zombies.


A spike flew past my face as two more of the creatures appeared in the fog, running towards me.


Several more spikes were sent my way as I kicked the first creature away from me and pulled back. 


I brought my hands together as an orb formed between them and spoke, "Dark Barrier."


A small dome of energy with a black tint formed around me. It was about a dozen feet in diameter and rose around nine feet into the air.


"Dark Arrow." My voice rang out. A single blackened arrow made of mana flew out and struck the first creature in what I can only guess was its face. It was rather hideous and quite possibly deformed.


That thought was quickly discarded as I turned my attention towards the other two approaching creatures and found that they looked identical.


A volley of spikes sailed through the air towards me, striking my Dark Barrier. A second volley struck as I cast another Dark Arrow.


With a wave of my hand a second Dark Arrow struck the closer creature as they reached my Dark Barrier.


Carlsin