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I have become a hidden dungeon boss in another world with anime powers

*This tale is just me, the writer, having a blast. It’s all about what I wish could happen, and it’s a fun way to kill time while I’m writing it. So, here’s the lowdown:* "A dude named Roland gets zapped to a place called Blue Dot, armed with some wild anime superpowers. Out of the blue, he’s the new hidden boss of a secret dungeon, thanks to the World Dungeon Council’s surprise appointment. Now he’s squaring off against heroes from Earth and Blue Dot. Let’s tag along with Roland and see what kind of wacky escapades he gets into.”

MrNine · Fantasia
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41 Chs

Chapter-35

Roland straightened his back, and turned to Lilith. "So," he said, a hint of a smile lingering on his lips, "should I… finish him?"

Lilith with a steely glint in her eyes. "Actually, Lord Roland," she said, her voice cool and collected, "given his association with Omrai and the Anti-World Dungeon Council faction, I'd say eliminating this particular… obstacle might be prudent. The anti council faction, as you know, stands in opposition to everything we represent. They seek to exploit dungeons, to twist them into instruments of chaos and destruction. Morock, aligned with them, poses a significant threat. Not only to the South Desolation itself, but potentially to the entire region. By removing him from him from the equation, we ensure the stability of this dungeon and prevent it from falling into the wrong hands."

Morock puffed out his chest (or at least, what was left of it after the faulty Devil Item's effects wore off), a pathetic attempt to recapture some semblance of his former imposing stature. "You wouldn't dare!" he bellowed, his voice still shaky but regaining some of its former bravado. "I'm Morock, chieftain of the South Desolation! You can't just… just waltz in here and kill me! Don't you know who I am?"

Roland raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the orc's bluster. "Apparently, not as powerful as you thought," he retorted. "Besides, the last time I checked, this wasn't your dungeon anymore, Morock. This is the South Desolation, and under the Council's new management, which is your daddy, me."

Morock's face contorted in a snarl. "New management, huh? Don't make me laugh! You're some fancy outsider with a pointy stick and a pretty girlfriend. You think you can just walk in here and take over? This is my home! My throne! You can't just—"

He cut himself off abruptly as a sudden surge of energy crackled around Roland. The air shimmered, and a magnificent blade materialized in his hand. Its curved form was unlike any weapon Morock had ever seen, the metal burning with an ethereal white flame. 

With a flick of his wrist, Roland unleashed the fury of Ryujin Jakka. A torrent of white-hot flames erupted from the blade, a wave of searing energy that engulfed the cavern. The flames roared and writhed, propelled by an otherworldly power. Morock, caught completely off guard, let out a surprised yelp that was quickly cut short. 

The flames danced around him, seeking purchase, and in moments, they found it. His once-proud orcish armor, no match for the legendary blade's power, ignited instantly. Morock screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated terror, as the flames consumed him. He flailed about wildly, but there was no escape. 

The inferno raged for a heartbeat, then another, and then, with a final flicker, died down. All that remained of Morock was a pile of smoldering bones, a testament to the awesome power of Ryujin Jakka and a grim warning to anyone who dared challenge the new Dungeon Master.

The cavern fell silent once more, broken only by the soft crackling of the dying embers. Lilith, unfazed by the display of power, simply nodded. "Efficient," she remarked. "And a clear message to anyone who might consider aligning themselves with the Anti-Council." 

Roland sheathed Ryujin Jakka, the white flames vanishing as quickly as they had appeared. 

The cavern echoed with a heavy silence after the inferno subsided. Roland, his legendary blade sheathed, turned on his heel. His gaze fell upon the shivering goblin huddled near the entrance, a stark contrast to the devastation wrought by Ryujin Jakka. 

"Well, Gobukichi," Roland addressed the goblin, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice. "Seems like you missed all the excitement."

The goblin, wide-eyed and trembling, squeaked, "S-Scrag, Lord Dungeon Master! My name is Scrag, not Gobukichi!"

Roland chuckled, a low rumble that reverberated through the cavern. "Ah, apologies, Scrag," he said, feigning sincerity. "But really, what's the difference between a goblin named Gobukichi and one named Scrag? All I see is a green snack for the nearest troll."

Scrag gulped, his knees buckling as he prostrated himself before Roland. "Forgive me, Great Dungeon Master!" he cried. "I, Scrag, the most loyal and brave goblin in the South Desolation, pledge my allegiance to you! You have shown immense power and… and… fire!"

Roland raised an eyebrow. "Loyalty, huh? Interesting. And what exactly does this 'loyalty' entail, Gobukichi?"

Scrag, sensing an opportunity, scrambled to his feet. "Anything you desire, Lord Dungeon Master! I, Scrag, possess an unparalleled knowledge of this dungeon's layout! I know the location of every trap, every hidden passage, every grumpy troll guarding a particularly delicious… uh… treasure hoard!" His voice trailed off as he realized he might have misspoken. 

Roland, despite himself, couldn't help but grin. "Treasure hoards, you say? Now that's more like it, Gobukichi. Very well. Prove your loyalty and your knowledge. Tell me everything about the current state of the South Desolation. Troop numbers, monster types, any weaknesses you might have… overheard from your grumpy troll friends perhaps?"

Scrag puffed out his chest, a newfound confidence replacing his earlier fear. "Consider it done, Lord Dungeon Master! The South Desolation boasts a formidable force of… oh, let's say… fifty goblins, ten rather grumpy ogres, and a troll named Grog who thinks he's a champion axe-fighter but really just swings wildly and smells like dirty socks." 

Roland nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Fifty goblins, ten ogres, and a smelly troll champion. Not exactly an army to strike fear into the hearts of adventurers. But a good starting point, nonetheless."

He looked towards Lilith, who was watching the exchange with a hint of amusement in her eyes. "What do you think, Lilith?" he asked. "Seems Gobukichi here might be a valuable asset. Perhaps with a few… adjustments, we can turn this ragtag bunch into a respectable dungeon force."

Lilith smiled. "A dungeon thrives on both power and strategy, Roland. Scrag's knowledge, combined with your… unique abilities, could make the South Desolation truly formidable. And who knows," she added with a wink, "perhaps Scrag can even learn to differentiate between a goblin named Gobukichi and one named Scrag."

Scrag, ever the opportunist, quickly interjected. "Indeed, Lady Lilith! Scrag is at your service, and forever grateful for the opportunity to serve under such powerful Dungeon Masters!"