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Thank you for your understanding! "Sigh…"
"Could this be how I, Eldric, meet my end?" he pondered, his voice laden with exhaustion and pain.
Coughing uncontrollably, a grey-haired young man clutched his stomach, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood.
Each passing moment drained him of his life force, his body weakening upon the heap of rocks that served as his refuge.
Amidst the desolate ruins of a once thriving city, the pale blood-red moon cast an eerie glow, intensifying the grim atmosphere.
Eldric Darkmoor, a once-revered SSS-class necromancer, stumbled through the wreckage, his tattered robes stained with blood and his body aching from countless wounds.
His breath came in ragged gasps, each step a testament to his unyielding determination to survive.
Mere hours ago, he had stood side by side with his once-trusted comrades, united in their pursuit of one of humanity's greatest milestones: conquering the only Ex-rank dungeon in the world—the Tomb of the Undead Lord.
Fifty years ago, the peaceful blue star was infected with the scourge of dungeons.
Massive gates descended upon the world, a surprise to all, unleashing creatures from the realms of fiction—elves, ghouls, giants, zombies, and countless others—who laid waste to the planet they once called home.
Yet, humanity refused to succumb to despair. With the emergence of individuals possessing special abilities, gifted by the dungeons themselves, humanity found a glimmer of hope.
Over the past five decades, despite suffering significant casualties, they stood their ground, harnessing their newfound powers and exponentially expanding their development with the abundant resources offered by the dungeons.
Resources became the lifeblood of this changed world. The dungeons, once feared and dreaded, transformed into coveted realms, sought after for the wealth, fame, and experiences they provided.
The top humans established a ranking system to classify both individuals and dungeons based on their level of danger, ranging from the lowest F-class to the highest SSS-class.
In this world, even a B-class hunter could amass a lifetime of wealth and fame, fueling the aspirations of countless individuals eager to join their ranks.
Soon time passed, and over the course of the years , humanity reclaimed their lands, driving most monsters away and sealing the cores of the dungeons, closing them off forever.
However, one formidable challenge remained—an insurmountable barrier obstructing their path to lasting peace
The Ex-rank dungeon known as the Tomb of the Undead Lord.
As their research revealed, when a dungeon remained uncleared for an extended period, it automatically opened, unleashing its inhabitants and resulting in devastating casualties.
Now, the dungeon that had claimed the lives of millions of hunters teetered on the edge of a cataclysmic eruption.
Fortunately, in dersperate times, humanity was not lacking in heroes.
Unfazed by the imminent danger, the strongest and sole SSS-class hunters shouldered the responsibility, uniting to form a party and undertake the perilous task of clearing the dungeon before catastrophe struck.
Among this legendary assembly were the five gods of humanity, each standing at the pinnacle of their various professions.
Seraphina Everglen, renowned as the world's greatest healer and the Vatican's saintess, rumoured to possess the ability to resurrect the dead;
Magnus Ironshield, the indomitable one-man guard, whose invincible presence had defied even a nuclear bomb with a smile on his face.
Aurelia Stormrider, the wicked witch of the west, who had tamed spirits and mastered the forces of nature.
Alexander Lightbringer, the harbinger of hope and humanity's sword, wielding the holy blade Durandal.
Crowned with numerous titles, Alexander had once single-handedly blocked an S-class dungeon break, slaying hundreds of thousands of monsters and saving millions of lives.
However such an amazing feat was still not enough to be compared to the true strongest hunter
last but not least, there was Eldric Darkmoor, the epitome of power and darkness.
Known as the one-man army, the king of the dead, the soulweaver, the soul king, and the walking disaster, Eldric's reputation preceded him.
He alone was responsible for more than fifty percent of all dungeon clearances worldwide, commanding an innumerable army of undead at his beck and call.
Whispered rumors spoke of his death energy, a malevolent force capable of corroding and contaminating any substance it touched.
Some even speculated that if Eldric desired, he could turn all of humanity into members of his undead legion.
Now, these five legendary figures, destined to be immortalized in humanity's hall of fame as gods among men, had joined forces for the first time to save their world from impending doom.
However, the events that transpired within the depths of the dungeon would prove to be beyond anyone's expectations.
Struggling to maintain his stance, Eldric, the strongest human and the one closest to achieving Ex-rank status, stared into the abyss and strode forward with a burning hatred in his eyes.
"Seraphina, Magnus, Aurelia, and especially you, Alexander," he muttered with a venomous undertone. "Pray that I die here, for if I survive, I will ensure the destruction of all you hold dear!" freewēbnoveℓ.com
Coughing violently, Eldric rallied his remaining strength and summoned his undead army.
Anguish and resentment coursed through his veins as he contemplated the events that had led to this moment.
Clearly, a betrayal had unfolded among the five heroes of humanity, and Eldric found himself on the receiving end of their treachery.
As his army rose from the ground, Eldric's determination burned brighter than ever.
Though weakened and battered, he refused to surrender. Gripping his staff, pulsating with death energy, he embarked on a path fraught with danger, uncertainty, and the promise of revenge.
*swooosh~!*
Underserved everyone's stunned gaze, after hours of fighting and leveling up, the already fallen skeleton soldiers began to move Like puppets at the hands of the puppet master, the fallen skeletons began to slowly rise, coming ever so closer to each other
Just watching this happen, everyone already felt like something big was about to happen
"Damn! What are you guys looking at! Don't let them get together!"
In fact, as soon as Tomoki realized that the gods were no longer spectating him, adding to the ominous series of messages from his status panel
He knew that his earlier plans were going to be for naught, however considering the fact that he could still re-plan next time
Tomoko set his current goal to successfully escape from here and to do that he needed to stop whatever was going on with those skeletons Unfortunately, it seemed the dungeon had other plans in mind freewebnσvel.cøm
[detected 100 defeated skeletons]
[First summoning condition activated!]
[Detecting huge amounts of mana in the surrounding]
[Second summoning condition activated!]
[reviving the king of bones!]
*Boom!*
And with the final prompt from their status screen, all the fallen skeletons had successfully joined giving birth to the so-called king of bones
With a height of around five feet, and with a set of shining silver armour, a sword, and a crown, it really deserved to be called the king of bones
After all, compared to the skeleton soldiers they just faced, just judging from its aura alone, everyone could tell it was on a different level
And Kevin seeing this, finally made his move "Everybody sheet behind me, that is a named monster! It's not something you heroes can deal with at your current level"
"Knights form a row directly behind me, heroes you go behind the knights, and the priests stay behind the heroes!"
"We're going to break through this monster and report what happened here to the empire!"
Quickly analyzing the situation, Kevin quickly began to show abilities that made him worthy of the head inquisitor
With his quick and simple commands, everyone soon stood behind him forming a sturdy defensive formation Now all they had to do was find a way to break through and find a way past the king of bones
Fortunately, the king of bones at the moment was currently in a state of confusion "Who am I? What am I? Where am I?"
"Didn't I die when that foolish human destroyed my dungeon?"
"Could it be that I have been reborn??"
"However, even if that was the case, then why am I so weak?"
Taking a look at his skeleton hands, although The king of bones wasn't all too sure of the current situation, however, he could feel this wasn't his full strength Compared to his heyday, it seemed he had only had about 50% of his former strength
Unfortunately, before he could think more about his situation, a piercing pain ran through his skull
As if a nail was being hammered into the center of his skull, the king of bones knelt down gripping his skull in pain
"Ack~!"
"What is this!"
Shouting grievously, a huge amount of information was stuffed into him explaining his current situation along with a mark being imprinted directly on his soul
Through this information, the king of bones knew that the former human whom he had despised had unknowingly usurped his position And through the mark, he knew that he had no choice but to be absolutely loyal to him as both his soul and body were currently bound to the dungeon And
Any attempt to do such would result in his immediate death, without any chance to plea
"Sigh…., it seems that I have no choice, but to obey" sighed the king of bones
Thinking of his current mission that came
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