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Raised in Dungeon

[WN WITH ILLUSTRATION] Story about human babies raised by monsters in a world of sword and magic. Allen is an orphaned boy that had lived a rather pleasant life with his orc mother in the bowels of a deadly dungeon, until the day a group of humans ventured down to loot and pillage the home they had come to think of as safe. They took everything that Allen had, and drove him further away from the humanity. In anger and anguish, Allen turned his back on the humans. He encapsulated himself in a deep-seated hatred of them, refusing to associate with them in any way—even going so far as to reject any attempt at kindness. Allen begins his journey in a world of human with full of deceit, danger, envy, and politics. [WARNING! this novel has strong gore and violence] [This novel has an illustration. All the illustrations are original and made by me. Reuse is not allowed, and repost should be with credit]

Hile_Lawrence · Fantasy
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477 Chs

I wanted to see the old you

Francis' birthday party.

When I first saw him, his black hair and red eyes were beautiful.

Among the apes who admired us, he alone looked at us with hatred.

Those red eyes of his,  shining crimson red but also dark and gloomy, looked at Leofric with pure and deep hatred.

I held back tears at the sight of him and also held back the grin on my mouth that I couldn't hide until the end.

"Who is that girl?" I asked one of the gate guards about a beautiful girl who could be lined up with us, wearing clothes we had never seen.

"She is the daughter of the Boldenville family, my lady," but I didn't care about the girl; my question was only to trigger my question afterward.

"Then, the black-haired one that talked to her earlier?"

"That's her knight; if I'm not mistaken, his name is Allen."

"Allen..." I started to get interested in him.