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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 didn't flinch when the sovereign dial snapped off. He saw Seravelle the moment the bond shattered.

Her chains are off. She's not healing to preserve... she's healing to purge.

He didn't wait. Whispered across the bond:

"Warden, lock Orun. Widowvine, take the outer ring. AX-K9, with me. We're going in."

Chains whirred. The last light from the throne flickered out.

Seravelle straightened, her posture graceful as if preparing for a ballroom step. Her cracked golden armor shimmered under fractured light.

"Oh, darling," she purred, brushing radiant blood from her chin with the back of her palm. "It seems the king's leash just slipped."

Her halo flared once more, tilted and unstable—like a crown daring to fall but never quite dropping.

"And me? I've been ever so patient."

[The Throne of Kharnath-Dur 11] Seravelle Unleashed