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Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Darkness reigned before the dawn of light... Who would have thought that his mundane life would take a chilling turn one day? Trapped in the monotony of his office existence, Simon suddenly finds himself thrust into an extraordinary realm beyond imagination. Death was merely the beginning... When Simon opened his eyes next, a fantastical landscape vastly different from his familiar office cubicle awaited him. A marvellous sight, a different world. The cruel life... Althaea, a realm of merciless brutality where the law of survival dictates: eat or be eaten, kill or be killed. Born not as a human... Simon emerges as a demon, a being shunned by humanity and embroiled in a relentless war between humans and demons. The Seraphims, protector of humanity, and the Demon lords who rule across all demonkind. Amidst all the chaos, he must navigate the treacherous hierarchy of demonkind as one of the lowest-ranking Demon Nobles. The unique power... The art of dungeon creation—a golden opportunity to ascend above the chaos and establish his dominion. With power comes adversaries... Now he must delve deeper, unveil its hidden powers and forge alliances that will dictate his fate. Fight rival demons, vengeful seraphims, and ancient evils who were up to no good. . Join Simon on his odyssey through a world teetering on the edge of destruction, where every step forward is fraught with danger and every decision could mean life or death. Will he rise to the challenge and defy the odds, or will he succumb to the unforgiving darkness that threatens to consume him? ----- Join our discord for Q&A and to chat with fellow members- https://discord.gg/bXexmSNeqn You can support me by helping me buy illustrations:- patreon.com/ViciousPepper.

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Chapter 79- Undercurrents (3)

Listening to their guild master blabber on, all four of them realized that the situation was not looking good. A man wearing a gaudy robe, leather armour and a wooden staff with a gem inlaid on top, couldn't help but ask "Guild master what is with these two names, why are you so afrai… I mean why are you so concerned about them?".

The man had a crafty looking face and wrinkles around his forehead. He was thinly built and his posture was a little crooked. Realising that he had made a mistake choosing his words, a droplet of sweat trickled down his face.

Boris looked at the man who asked the question, he was one of the Seven Swords, Sable the [Crimson Scorching Sage].

Morgress glared at Sable with bloodlust flooding out of his body, which put a formless pressure on all the four members present as he said "Mind your words, I'm not afraid of anyone". One could imagine the kind of presence a level 500 [Grand Lightning Warrior] had.