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.
Chapter 844- Knight Captain (8)
"No wonder you know something about this energy. That beast soul inside you should be quite ancient"
In the sky, shrouded inside the faint greyish black miasma, the general laughed when he saw the action of the princess. The next second he extended his hands which had become completely lifeless and grey due to the greyish black miasma and marvelled at its power.
At this moment, his hands looked dull and dead, just like a corpse. Furthermore, there were criss crossing cracks running through his hand and it seemed like his hands would crumble apart any second. Neverhtless, the vast amount of energy contained within it, said otherwise.
"[Hands of Ruin]"
The general slowly muttered under his breath. His face was extremely pale, veins bulged around his forehead and perspiration covered his body. His aura had also dropped visibly.