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Dogmatic Dungeon Dominion

In a world where the supernatural collides with the ordinary, dungeons—dangerous rifts to other realms—begin appearing across the city, threatening humanity. The Hunter Association, tasked with sealing these rifts, relies on Guides who are psychically linked to Hunters with extraordinary powers. A former soldier, becomes a newly awakened Guide at 27, struggling to adapt to his role. Paired with an S-ranked Hunter, a reckless veteran esper, he faces the daunting challenge of navigating deadly dungeons filled with nightmarish creatures. Their partnership is strained—A disciplined and methodical solider, and an esper who's impulsive and dismissive of rules. As dungeons appear more frequently, each mission tests their limits and teamwork. While the Guide adjusts to his new life and role, the esper wrestles with his haunted past and growing responsibilities. Together, they uncover a disturbing pattern behind the dungeon outbreaks, suggesting a larger, sinister plot at play. Amid the chaos, the guide grapples with losing his former life and his growing attachment to his esper, while the looming danger threatens to push them—and their fragile trust—apart. Every decision they make could determine the city's fate, or possibly the entire world. NOTE: This is a slow-burn light-romance BL. It means there are no mature or sexual themes, and it focuses on action, plot, character growth, and relationships between characters and their adversaries. Cover Art: V.R. Wilde (IG: its.forevermonday)

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32 Chs

Ch. 28: Root of All Evil, Part 3

T/W: Gore, Foul Language

Penn squeezed his eyes as shut as he was able to as the wish rushed past them. The pit of his stomach felt as if it was inside his throat, ready to pour out with any sort of jolt. He once had to jump out of a helicopter, and it left a bad taste in his mouth ever since.

"Open your eyes. I didn't bring you along to chicken out. Weren't you a soldier?" Nathan barked. Penn flinched in response. Nathan was right. He's supposed to watch from behind for any incoming attacks, so he pried his eyes open - and they snapped open in shock.

"Nine, eleven, and two o'clock!" Penn yelled out, his right hand darting to the back of his hip to pull his combat knife out. His hands were steady despite the constant adrenaline rushing through his body. The roots surged from the cliffside, bark cracking as they coiled like tendrils toward them at incredible speeds.