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What if the dungeon boss... farmed you?

Adrian Voss account was supposed to be deleted—a forgotten beta tester erased by a lazy intern and a greedy game company.
But one mistake let him slip through the cracks.

Now still inside Primordial Abyss with a forbidden class—one the AI accidentally created by studying Adrian’s own test patterns—he doesn’t grind monsters for loot. He makes the monsters grind for him.

Every boss he enslaves becomes a passive income machine.
Every player who enters his domain drops loot when they die.
And every arrogant guild that steps into the wrong dungeon?

They’ll never even see him coming.

But if Titan Corp ever finds him, they’ll wipe his class for “balance issues” and sue him into digital oblivion.
So he hides. He ganks.
He builds a kingdom in silence—like a virus buried in their own code.

No level grind. No livestreams.
Just kill logs—and no names.
This isn’t a raid. It’s a quiet war over who commands the system.
And Adrian doesn’t ask for control—he takes it.

Dungeon King: The Hidden Ruler

Duskmire Outpost reeked of sweat, steel, and streaming hype.

Raven pulled his hood lower, weaving through the flood of players pouring into the plaza like moths to a bonfire.

Another streamer stood on a crate nearby, screaming at a floating camdrone.

"We're live from Emberstone Burrow! Red eyes! Chains! One-shot party wipe! Was it a hidden boss? An AI glitch? Or some Easter Egg? Let's find out!"

Raven didn't slow down. He walked past them and opened his map.

Then instantly swore under his breath.

No, not about the highlight. He knows the consequences of slaughtering two guilds, there will be attention. It will be just a minor setback, he could just stop the gathering and XP share. Just a matter of time before the attention shifted elsewhere, as the game has 300 million players. It's just—

[Roots of Dominion 1] - No Safe Haven