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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 doors groaned open, and the team stepped into a world where beauty had been strangled into horror.

This area had once been one of Thornspine Estate's prized gardens—a sheltered paradise of rare blooms, flowing fountains, and carved stone paths.

Now it was nothing but a rotting, suffocating nightmare.

Thorned vines choked the shattered remains of marble benches and archways.

Pools of stagnant, blackened water glistened where ornamental fountains had collapsed.

The floor was a jagged patchwork of cracked stones, half-consumed by crawling roots that pulsed faintly with a sick, reddish glow.

Above, the skeletal framework of a shattered glass dome allowed only faint, mist-choked light to filter down, painting the room in eerie greens and grays.

[The Heir of Thornspine 2] The Fang Beneath the Vines