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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

Raven stepped into CloudSpire Lounge without hesitation.

Several weeks ago, he was jacked into a secondhand capsule in a discount café.

Now? Smooth marble floors. Polished chrome booths.

A polite young receptionist in a sleek black uniform greeted him with a practiced smile.

"Welcome back, Mr. Voss. Your capsule is prepared."

The CloudSpire Lounge catered to top-ranked players and influencers—streamers who rented entire wings to broadcast their runs and polish their brands.

This was just a byproduct of progress. He'd earned it—grinding dungeons, flipping loot, selling materials. The moment he could afford it, he upgraded.

He'd even thought about buying a capsule for his apartment.

One-time payment. Convenience. Privacy.

[Thrones in Ruin 4] - The Dead Men Dance