AraVus274

[Mature Content +18]

Hi everyone.

If you are bored, I invite you to the amazing adventure of a young man Ramiel, who was betrayed by his comrades (I know, very original.) At first, it may seem boring and full of well-known patterns, but trust me, I have many cool ideas for the future.  On a lighter note, it is worth mentioning that this is an R-18 novel with a lot of this kind of stuff. Cultural people will certainly understand.

The real story begins after the first few chapters and will consist of the management and development of the dungeon. You won't find a system here that will hand the main character everything on a golden platter.

If you think that women will be useless here, you are sorely mistaken. Each of them will be a huge help to the main character and not just an unnecessary addition.

I forgot to add that: this is my first novel.

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Don't be scared off by the voluminous first chapters. They are so long because I rewrote them.

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Check reviews before you read. I explained a lot of things there.

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20 power stones = one extra chapter
50 power stones = two extra chapters

20 golden tickets = one extra chapter
50 golden tickets = two extra chapters

I publish additional chapters on Sundays. By Sunday, I mean Sunday in my time zone (seven hours difference from the time of resetting the stones on the site).

Descent Of The Condemned

Lily had a very energetic and pleasant conversation with Leila. Staying in the tent turned out to be the best decision she had made so far. It allowed her, at least for a brief moment, to relax and take thoughts away from worldly problems... Sometimes, a carefree moment of distraction really can do wonders and recharge the proverbial batteries.

Nevertheless, all the charm and pleasant atmosphere broke after an hour. Lily was concerned about Callen's lateness and left the tent together with Leila. This turned out to be a serious mistake. Immediately after leaving the safe zone, both women were struck by the gloom floating in the air.

The hunters mostly sat outside and were busy with their business, such as maintaining their weapons, cooking food, or having loose dialogues, but something was very wrong with them. Their movements were apathetic, faces were depressed, and eyes had become dull, lacking a modest spark of life or hope.

Hope in the miasma of despair