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Dungeon King: My Goblins Have Captured Countless Female Players

"The Earth was chosen by the gods, and all humans were sent to another world, participating in a 'Dark Lord and Hero's game'. Billions of humans played the roles of 'Dark Lord' and 'Hero', each needing to choose their initial race at the beginning. Ethan Jackson was matched to the 'Dark Lord' faction and became a Dungeon King. To his surprise, he found that he could see hidden information that others couldn't... [Goblin Dark Lord] Low-level Bloodline, not recommended. [Stone Giant Dark Lord] Mid-level Bloodline, not recommended. [Magical Treant Dark Lord] High-level Bloodline, recommended. [Golden Divine Dragon Dark Lord] Top-level Bloodline, highly recommended! ... Heroes coveted Ethan's dungeon, and the treasures within it attracted numerous adventurers. Among them, there were young Lady Knights, the saints of the royal capital, tsundere female magicians, and innocent but naive female priests... Ethan could never have anticipated that. As the game had just begun, the dungeon's Goblin guards caught a Lady Knight and offered her to him as a tribute."

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Chapter321-The Chaos After Becoming Deity

King had a clear knack for storytelling, his knowledge of the history of Deityforsaken Land was detailed and profound.

His voice echoed with the solemnity of ancient scriptures:

"Decades of millennia ago, perhaps even longer, people had ventured into the Deityforsaken Land. Some, in their quest for divinity, chose to remain. At first, none sought to erect cities; after all, they were pursuers of power, and to become deities was their sole pursuit."

"Power, wealth, sensual pleasures—they meant nothing to the mighty. They were but dross. However, the path to becoming a deity was arduous, especially so for the corporeal ascent to divinity. Over time, not a single soul achieved this exalted state."

At this juncture, a sneer twisted upon King's face.

Ethan nodded subtly, a quiet ridicule in his gesture.

How ludicrous it was! A heart set on divinity, yet every effort fruitless.