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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 911- Simon's Call and the Unknown Enemy

Simon wanted to find out if he was worthy of becoming the figure that everyone in the dungeon respected and revered so much. It was his way of not making anyone worried.

Irene did not speak any further and silently observed the figure of the demon slowly dive into the pond.

A proud man who would silently endure all the rain and storms in the world rather than make his close ones worried.

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At the same time as the battle in the dungeon was reaching its conclusion, the situation in the capital, where Annette and the other maids were stationed, had also settled into an uneasy calm.

The air above the capital was thick with tension, not from the remnants of Blackthorn's invasion, but from the iron-fisted authority that had swiftly taken hold of the kingdom under the new queen, Cynthia.