《Industrialising Dungeon: The Crimson Forges》Arc: 1 - The Power of the Soul I
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''How long has it been?'' a voice called out, looking over what seemed to be a sprawling city.
He could see every inch of it, all the underground layers specialised in production, the massive skyscrapers reaching into the heavens, the millions of people doing their usual routine, and most importantly, the massive white fog-like barrier, forming a perfect circle in the distance.
Not a fly could land on a leaf in the city without him knowing, one would feel any change on their body after all, so why not in here?
The voice came from nothingness, not a strange figure on a high building, nor someone in a toga on a cloud. The voice simply excisted, like it had done since the birth of this place.
Had the voice a name? of course, the voice's name was Allen, he, in his omni-present view was looking down upon the sprawling city of Drakia. Not Tokyo, nor Paris or Berlin could compare to the size this place.
''I still dont understand why you wanted me to do this, old man'' Allen sighed once more before thinking back on a memory from only the Old man knew how long ago.
A multitude of blue cubes appeared out of the everywhere-present black void, a humanoid shape was formed and regained his features from before.
Allen stood up. ''And once again I appear in where-ever this is, I see a trend appearing'' He said, although nobody was present to listen.
And yet, one key difference was found between his earlier experiences with this dimension and the previous ones. A completely white cube stood before him, around 15 steps away.
Allen continued glancing around for any other anomalies, but finding none, he approached the cube.
''There doesnt seem to be a door anywhere'' he mumbled while walking around the cube, his first steps were with care out of fear of simply falling through the ''floor'' of this place.
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Having completely circled the cube, Allen took a step forward, the next step after circling the cube was to approach it.
lo and behold, a rectangular hole opened up, revealing a door behind it.
''Huh, reminds me of those Sci-fi doors that open up like one of those rollerblinders'' Allen remarked as he moved towards it and grabbed the handle of the door.
Although without a actual normal door behind it'' he continued shortly after before opening the door and stepping inside.
Allen's mouth slightly openened as he looked around, this was his room, his Pc on his desk over to his left, his king-sized bed standing next to the window in front of him, and his massive bookcase filled with all sort of random books.
''Well this is disturbing'' he said, returning from his shocked state.
At first, he looked around for any differences, Allen stepped over towards his PC and activated it, expecting silence, he couldnt lie to be slightly startled at the sudden sound of the water-cooling activating.
Letting the PC boot up, Allen turned around and headed to the bookcase, placing his finger on the top-leftest book he started to trail their backs with his fingers, noting any important onces.
''Art of War, Vom Kriege, Metallurgy Fundamentals, New Edge of the Anvil, A Brief History of Time'' Allen listed as he frowned. ''Its all here...''
Allen looked back towards his PC, it had finished booting up and now stood on his desktop.
Allen grabbed his chair and rolled it backwards, just enough for him to squeeze through and sit down.
''So... what now? is this how im suppose to please myself untill eternity? playing the same games all over again?'' Allen said as he stared at the desktop, glancing at every Icon on it before coming across something he had yet to see before.
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His mouse hovered over it as Allen was in conflict on if he should press it or not. In the end, a click was heard two times in rapid succession as the program was launched.
Instead of some sort of launched, a Pixelated-figure appeared on Allen's screen behind the Icons, taking up around a eighth of his screen.
The figure was dressed in a familiar toga, together with the bear-like bodyshape.
God coughed as he waved his hand around on the screen, making the Icon's in front of him float away into the corners of the screen.
''There, that should do it'' God said while his figure on-screen nodded. Allen frowned as he stared at his screen.
''Welcome Mortal, to a dimension normally inaccesable to your kind!'' God exclaims while spreading his arms.
''Since we are able to meet, I am going on ahead and assume you have succesfully been transported, no?''
''I... I guess?'' Allen replied, looking around his room.
God's Figure chuckled slightly.
''Do not worry, This room is a easy manifestation of your consiousness. However, today we are not here for that, instead...'' God said, as he pulled up a completely grey Icon from behind his back.
''We are here for this!'' he continued, placing the Icon on Allen's screen as it resized itself to fit the normal size.
Allen read the name of the program. ''Soul Development V2? what happened to the first version?'' He asked.
God chuckled once more as he explained ''We Immortals use the first version, normally one has to be either a Hero or a Demi-god to use Version 2, but I made a exception for you Mortal.''
With a shrug, Allen clicked the icon, ''Initialising Soul Development program... Adjusting spec's to required standard... God's Key found... Starting up...'' A mechanical voice called out from his speakers
After the voice had gone silent, his screen went black, and a soft golden glow formed around both around his monitor, as well as his PC.
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