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Descent Of The Condemned

[Mature Content +18] Hi everyone. If you are bored, I invite you to the amazing adventure of a young man Ramiel, who was betrayed by his comrades (I know, very original.) At first, it may seem boring and full of well-known patterns, but trust me, I have many cool ideas for the future. On a lighter note, it is worth mentioning that this is an R-18 novel with a lot of this kind of stuff. Cultural people will certainly understand. The real story begins after the first few chapters and will consist of the management and development of the dungeon. You won't find a system here that will hand the main character everything on a golden platter. If you think that women will be useless here, you are sorely mistaken. Each of them will be a huge help to the main character and not just an unnecessary addition. I forgot to add that: this is my first novel. ~~~~~~ Don't be scared off by the voluminous first chapters. They are so long because I rewrote them. ~~~~~~ Check reviews before you read. I explained a lot of things there. ~~~~~~ 20 power stones = one extra chapter 50 power stones = two extra chapters 20 golden tickets = one extra chapter 50 golden tickets = two extra chapters I publish additional chapters on Sundays. By Sunday, I mean Sunday in my time zone (seven hours difference from the time of resetting the stones on the site).

AraVus274 · Fantasy
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Exhausted, Ramiel fell to the hard ground, gasping heavily for breath. His mouth greedily devoured every breath of air, and his lungs fought desperately for even the smallest atom of oxygen.

He tried to move his hand, but it refused to obey like the rest of his limbs. Even with the slightest movement, every muscle fiber in his body trembled with effort. Every single nerve sent violent impulses to his brain, causing excruciating pain.

Ramiel closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Slowly, his breathing became steady, and the pleasant coolness of one of the dungeon's floors penetrated deep into his body, bringing blissful relief to his strained muscles.

Next to him on the ground lay two heavy stone swords, which he had used for murderous training.