It has the ability create life as thought it was a measly feat. With its power it can destroy worlds and create civilisations. It exists everywhere, where you step, what you see and what you breath is part of it. One can say it's not only omniscient and omnipotent, but omnipresent as well. But what is It? A deity? No, it's a dungeon. ... A young man from earth has found himself reincarnated as a dungeon. In this new world, he is now but a child. Armed with nothing else but his genius creation capability, come watch him as he struggles to survive this world where his kind are treated as nothing but tools. "Hmm? Another group of adventurers is sent to close me down?" He laughed. "Clearly, they didn't understand when i killed all of their armies... wait, that boy has a good looking soul. Why don't I turn him into a slime?" From the deepest pits of the dungeons, terrifying creatures awoke as they had been ordered by the creature they live in. Be the strongest dragons living in the deepest levels of the dungeon, to the weakest goblins only known for being cannon fodder. Each of these creatures got up to greet the newcomer, because he ordered them to.
"Ahhh!"
The loud and shrill scream sounded troughout the dream world. Inlaid in that scream was more than just sound waves passing through the air, but instead a concept that was quickly effecting not only the dream world, but Erden as well.
Within Erden himself, A feeling quickly featured and grew to the point that it affected Erden. His feet felt weak and his senses wished to turn away from the source of the anomaly. The feeling that grew rapidly in Erden's heart was of course...
Fear!
Dark clouds started gathering. The theme of the world seemingly changed from 'vibrant modern' to 'desolate horror.' The alleys turned darker, colour was drained from the world and windows seemed like they had a pair of eyes looking down on him.