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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 air smelled faintly of scorched oil and metal dust. Runes flickered dimly beneath the floorboards, humming with low enchantments. Half-finished gauntlets, glowing coils, and blueprint scraps cluttered the side tables—organized chaos, the kind only Catria could read. Raven didn't mind. It was quiet, focused. Familiar.

A low hiss from Catria's forge flared and faded in the background. Theo tapped at his ledger console, boots up on the counter, humming something off-key.

Raven entered without a word. Dust from the street clung to the edge of his cloak. He didn't speak. Just walked past crates of stacked gear and stopped at the wall terminal.

"Things are calm," he said. "Market's holding. Orders are regular. Even the Helix fallout's losing heat."

"Feels like they're settling in. Whatever noise we made last time—Titan Corp's already moving on."

[Throne War: Parallax Protocol 1] Daggers and Directives