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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

Not some cinematic end, no noble last stand. Just a blur of noise, fire, and pain.

He remembered the flash—flames swallowing the alley. The taste of ash when he tried to shout a warning. The way the ground shifted under his boots as the Fold units swarmed through the breach.

A blur of silver and raw muscle driving it forward. No flourish. No mercy. Just the efficient violence of war.

The impact hit like a hammer to the chest. His HUD screamed a fatal error even before he hit the ground.

His body dropped backward in a haze of red. Shouts. Metal. The collapse of walls.

Then darkness, folding around him like wet concrete.

A scream tearing itself from his lungs as he was yanked back into existence.

[Thrones in Ruin 5] - Burn the Gate, Break the Will