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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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When the plan falls apart

The pale blue light of one of the moons fell on Ramiel as he crouched over the smuggler's bloodied corpse. His clouded eyes froze in horror, and a viscous, scarlet liquid oozed from the corners of his half-open mouth. His hands fell limply to the ground, slipping from the hilt of his dagger. The man was dead. His life had slipped away seconds before.

His brain hadn't yet accepted reality and was sending signals to particular parts of his body, causing post-mortem cramps and spasms.

Nevertheless, Ramiel wasn't bothered by this. While talking to Avi, he began to search the carcass. His hands deftly looked into every pocket, nook, and cranny of its body. When he was done, he took off the man's clothes and searched them again.