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Descent Of The Condemned

[Mature Content +18] Hi everyone. If you are bored, I invite you to the amazing adventure of a young man Ramiel, who was betrayed by his comrades (I know, very original.) At first, it may seem boring and full of well-known patterns, but trust me, I have many cool ideas for the future. On a lighter note, it is worth mentioning that this is an R-18 novel with a lot of this kind of stuff. Cultural people will certainly understand. The real story begins after the first few chapters and will consist of the management and development of the dungeon. You won't find a system here that will hand the main character everything on a golden platter. If you think that women will be useless here, you are sorely mistaken. Each of them will be a huge help to the main character and not just an unnecessary addition. I forgot to add that: this is my first novel. ~~~~~~ Don't be scared off by the voluminous first chapters. They are so long because I rewrote them. ~~~~~~ Check reviews before you read. I explained a lot of things there. ~~~~~~ 20 power stones = one extra chapter 50 power stones = two extra chapters 20 golden tickets = one extra chapter 50 golden tickets = two extra chapters I publish additional chapters on Sundays. By Sunday, I mean Sunday in my time zone (seven hours difference from the time of resetting the stones on the site).

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It was... I don't know... too easy…

A pair of sickles flashed through the air, reflecting the sun's red rays. Drops of blood collected on their horizontal tips, soon staining the ground a beautiful scarlet.

Ramiel stood calmly behind the man. His elbows spread wide beyond the circumference of his body. In his hands, he held a bloody sickle, evidence of the crime committed a second ago.

The bandit harassing the woman froze. His muscles went limp, and his shoulders slumped. Two beautiful scarlet lines ran along his neck, oozing a viscous liquid. More and more drops of blood gathered at their edges, forming small streams that flowed downward.

Like the bandit, the woman also froze in stillness, but for a different reason. She had witnessed the actions of the black-clothed stranger. Like a harbinger of doom, he emerged from the void, taking the life of the bandit.