《Industrialising Dungeon: The Crimson Forges》Arc: 1 - The Power of the Soul I
Advertisement
''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.
Advertisement
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.
Advertisement
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.
Advertisement
- In Serial36 Chapters
War of the Zwei Kinds [Logbook Deactivated]
It’s the end of the world as humanity knew it. A time where humans and humanoids co-existed. Alien Life forces had no choice but to work together, to save the place they were brought into aeons ago. Aliens, what aliens? They look like us, speak like us, and act like us. Higher intelligence so to speak is truly existent, but with a cost. By working with the humans, they created Guardian Weapons--your every day looking weapons but with a slight shift of using condensed energy instead of typical gunpowder. However, this wasn't all. A secret governmental team of operatives scouted from all around the world was trying to find a cure for *The Happening*. An endangering disaster which wiped out most of the male species, whether human, animal or any type of sexual reproduction in the other kingdoms. Equipped with weapons of bio-destruction, they will mow down the terrorist groups, the hidden organizations, and any other party--that tries to stop their freedom and rights. This fiction is written, maintained and owned by Jann Lueder who is following the acts of the Writer's Pledge. P.S If you are wondering, there is no sort of Harem genre involved, it looks like it at first glance but the plot will explain it all.
8 129 - In Serial7 Chapters
The Heavens System Subsidiary (I Was Chosen By The Word)
Vincent Gate, A Middle-Class man with a below low-class life. His mother was a rape victim in coma. To bring his mother out of her coma, He tried all he can but one day all his efforts went to nought and not too long after he followed. He expected to find himself in Satan’s embrace or God’s grace, instead he woke up in a queue of long souls with an Identification No [77777]. He was judged to be passed on but had complications so he couldn’t, hence he had to be reincarnated but with an ability only . By why does he find himself with an overpowered ability and a system to boot? In a new world, new dimension, new danger. How can Vincent Gate expect to survive with an ability to make all that exists his [Sandbox]? ‘’By the Power of [@#[email protected]!], [Devour].’’ ‘’By the Power of [@#[email protected]!], [Rewrite]’’ ‘’By the Power of [@#[email protected]!], [Kill Yourself] Read and find out
8 129 - In Serial24 Chapters
Miracle Angeliva
Spirits, or what people usually referred to as ghosts, are something that has always been with us since ancient times. Some people are gifted to see them. However, most of us can’t see them without training. And without seeing them, we won’t believe. People only believe what they see, after all. However, I assure you, spirits are real. Spirits are always there. Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they are not real. Just like people of ancient ages who can’t see bacteria or those who can’t see stars further than eyes can see, there are limits to our technology. Similarly, even though the current technology can’t prove the existence of supernatural beings, that doesn’t mean they don’t exist. In the future, if we can develop technology so everyone can see them just like how a microscope helps us seeing micro beings, I believe everyone will believe it too. That being said, I still can’t prove their existence yet. -Raleigh Von Vlad Update daily (if possible, if not, guaranteed chapters are on Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday) Thanks to gej302 for the fantastic cover!
8 133 - In Serial12 Chapters
Unique Fusion Magic Hex
World Essence. The mysterious energy coursing throughout the entire land of Vor'ten, and very possibly the entire world. This energy has allowed humanity to flourish, building great empires and vast kingdoms, conquering nature itself with just a sweep of their hand. Humans were the strongest existence, and with the help of channeling this World Essence, many were able to turn into Magic Knights, gaining magical abilities to combat the various fierce beasts throughout the lands.Alas... those glory days of old were long gone. Humanity has now been pushed to the brink of destruction, and now the remaining members of the human race are encased within giant domes known as 'Alkkras', made with the last remaining bits of the World Essence. It was said that those giant domes were the last gifts left by the remnants of the ancient human race, as a means to protect the future generation from the attacks of the many wild beasts roaming outside. Five Spiritualist Invokers, all combined together, used the last bit of the World Essence and sacrificed their lives to lay a gigantic, 1028-seal formation magic array to form these barriers, forever saving humanity, but also trapping humanity within these barriers.However, the humans were never completely helpless. No matter how little World Essence was left, the humans still had some remaining. Realizing the incoming crisis, the humans found a way to seal World Essence inside a special type of crystal. Soon, these crystals began to become implanted into weapons, turning them into World Essence Weapons, and they began to display properties of their own. Extreme heat. Bone chilling cold. Absurd sharpness. These normal weapons, after being imbued with the energy of the World Essence Crystals, began to form natural affinities to elements. Fire. Water. Earth. Wind. Darkness. Light. Using these weapons, one could become a Chevalier that wielded the power of the elements.However, if one wanted to reach a higher level of enlightenment and understanding, one could become an Invoker. Via the study of magic array formations, one could directly use the power of the World Essence to cast devastating magics upon the enemy. These people were Invokers, highly valued for their combat potential by the Army. These weapons and magical arrays were used in the great fight between the humans and the beasts long ago. They had long since been put away in storage, almost long forgotten...However, after ten-thousand years of suppression, the human race is beginning its counterattack against the Beasts... Synth was an Invoker in the Magecroft Academy. However, his talent was terrible, being only at the Spark Stage. This led to him being looked down upon and bullied. He was unable to cast any Calamity-rank or even Destruction rank spells, and was only able to cast Coalescing rank spells at the age of 17, a record low in the academy for cultivating these rare Invokers. Even though he put in more effort than anyone else, he was still unable to advance his Channeling Energy. But due to his constant research and study, Synth ended up creating a power that would go against the heavens - he had found how to Fuse spells together. After trying it out once, merging the magical array for the Small Fireball and the Mortal Judgement skills, he was able to create a mid-rank Destruction tier spell, Holy Judgement Flame. However, after this, no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to fuse more spells together or even cast them, and noticed a weird, pentagram shaped formation on his left arm. He would later call this mark the Fusion Magic Hex, a curse that prevented the wielder from casting magic that wasn't their own...This meant that with the exception of Synth's newly created skill, , he was going to have to create unique magic arrays if he ever wanted to step on the path of becoming an Invoker! This power that destroyed the laws of the Invoking System, and his unyielding persistence in testing and creating new spells, would later gain Synth the nickname the Unique Fusion Hex, and lead him to become one of the strongest beings in the entire World!
8 78 - In Serial17 Chapters
The Mountains Of Versailles
We all have defining moments. These are the times in our lives we often reminisce about times we were proud of, or accomplished great feats. This was not one of those times.A quick warning from me before you read! This story has broken characters. They all have flaws and none are perfect. The MC can't fight, he's only a human just 18 years old. As it is tagged with mature you should also know that suicide, while not a core theme plays a part in the story. Abuse both mental and physical as well. Also, I make some really stupid jokes. What do Earth's morals mean in a world where killing is easy? When Bran is tricked by an uninformative and unhelpful goddess he is taken to another world. How will the weak Bran survive in this world without any cheat skills, or even knowledge of the basic human language? Can he possibly find a reason to even try to stay alive in this strange new world? These are all answered in the completely original, no-holds barred story: The Mountains Of Versailles.
8 128 - In Serial12 Chapters
affection - quackityhq
af·fec·tion/əˈfekSH(ə)n/noun1.a gentle feeling of fondness or liking.
8 415

