Curse of Makrov
“My name is Makrov. The great Arch Devil of the Sea! Bow before me, mere Ancient Devil.”
The moment I entered the Dungeon Master room, I was met by a massive shadowy figure. Its arms were spread apart in a majestic gesture and I was guessing he was referring to me when he was talking about the Ancient Devil.
I noticed that there was an orb behind him. Looked like the dungeon core. All I needed to do was simply shatter that and I could leave. Even better, I could become its new owner. The only issue was actually sitting down to take care of it. I already had one on the surface.
‘Huuh. Not interested. Imma just leave.’
I put my hand on the orb and the devil started flailing his arms wildly.
“Wait, wait, wait! Let me tell you something.”
‘You clearly have nothing to tell me that I’m interested in.’
“I possess a treasure trove of information and from over the years pertaining to the other realms and gods. There is so much I could tell you.”