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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

The corridor narrowed after Zavalei's chamber, the air thick with mist and the after-echoes of fading mantras. Every footstep drummed against the damp root floor, reverberating through unseen chambers ahead. Raven moved first, cloak damp with sweat, chain slack in his grip but ready.

Their path curved into a new chamber—broad, open, and lit by faint blue veins pulsing under the root-strangled stone. Raven paused at the threshold, raising one hand. "Hold."

Ten figures emerged from the far end. Bark-armored silhouettes. Silent. Root-Kin Apostates.

He narrowed his eyes. "Apostate swarm. Every time one drops, the rest get faster. We turtle up or control hard. We can't brute force this."

Duskrunner growled. Phantom Seer flicked into the shadows, illusions already forming. Ironbark Seneschal stepped forward, bark arms humming with low resonance.

"Seneschal, lock the zone. First pulse, Root Trial Lattice. Keep them rooted."

[Roots of Dominion 7] - The Apostate Swarm