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[You Leveled Up!]
[You Leveled Up!]
[Items Acquired:]
[Ring of the Monarch of Beginning]
+50 to All Stats
Description: "The ring worn by Legia, the King of Giants and the Monarch of the Beginning. Forged from the bones of an ancient Giant and a dying star. This ring is said to be the last remnant of that being, "
[Orb of Avarice]
Effect: Desire for Destruction – Doubles the user's magic damage output.
Arthur let out a low whistle, picking the ring up first. It was surprisingly heavy for any ordinary man, yet it adjusted itself perfectly as he slid it onto his finger. The cold metal thrummed with ancient power, like it had waited millennia for a new master.
He eyed the orb next. The Orb of Avarice pulsed with barely contained magical fury, its core swirling like a storm locked in glass.
"Interesting items," he said, examining the orb with a discerning eye. "This ring… remnant of the monarch of giants... does that mean they are dead or something ? These descriptions don't seem to be there for no reason.."
He glanced toward Tusk, who stood silently behind him, a dark staff in hand, cloaked in drifting shadow.
"But this… the orb… this is more your style."
Arthur walked up and handed it to him directly. The moment the orb touched Tusk's hand, it fused into his staff, the crystal at its head turning from dull red to a molten red, fire leaking out in controlled wisps.
Arthur watched it settle, his eyes glinting.
"You'll be a lot stronger that way. I'll need you to be stronger than ever."
Tusk lowered his head again, silent understanding passing between them.
Arthur turned then, cloak fluttering with his motion, he let out a slow breath and opened his status bar hovering in front of his eyes like a second layer of reality. Light-blue panels flickered to life.
[Status Bar]
[Name:] Arthur Blackwynd
[Job:] Shadow Monarch
[Title:] Architect of Fear (+40 INT, +30 SENSE, +30 AGI, +30 STR)
Passive: [Dread Architect]
[Level:] 120 → 125
[Fatigue:] 5
[HP:] 9800
[MP:] 10850
[Strength:] 221 → 226 (+80)
[Health:] 200 → 205
[Agility:] 210 → 215 (+80)
[Intelligence:] 216 → 223 (+90)
[Sense:] 182 → 200 (+80)
[Available Ability Points:] 15 → 0
[Passive Skills:]
• Tenacity (Level 1)
• Insanity's Gambit (Immunity to Mind Control, Fear, and Sanity-Based Debuffs)
[Job-Specific Skills:]
• Shadow Extraction
• Shadow Exchange
• Monarch's Domain
[Skills:]
• Bloodlust (Level 2)
• Ruler's Authority
• Mutilation
• Sword Rush
• Speed Step
• Kryptonian Flight
[Equipment:]
• Omega-Hardened Hide
• Abyssforged Necklace
• Cape of Silent Descent
• Ring of the Monarch of Beginning (+50 all stats)
• Demon King Longsword
[Inventory:]
• Doomsday's Bone Gauntlets
• Abyssforged Necklace
• Azarath Knight Armor Set
• Promethium Sword
• Anti-Kryptonian Blood Vial (Epic)
• Shattered Bolt
• Kryptonite Sword
• Solar Gauntlets
• Lasso of Submission
• Volthoom's Cracked Ring
• Venom Sac Flask ×10
• Baruka's Dagger
• Tower of Fate Key
• Legacy Shadow Legion Dungeon Key
He closed the panel with a blink.
"Alright," Arthur muttered, brushing soot off his shoulder. "Considering I didn't get kicked out yet... that means I'm about to..."
He stopped mid-sentence.
The air grew colder not in temperature, but in feeling. Something shifted in the very tone of the world around him. And then the notification appeared. But this one was not like the others. The text didn't just glow. It burned across the void.
It felt like it was spoken rather than written.
[Ahead lies not mere beasts, nor creatures of rage or instinct...]
[But commanders of extinction. Masters of silence. Swords of Dread.]
[You walk toward the marshes of forgotten names and cursed banners]
[Where the Lieutenants of Death keep their watch...]
[The ever-watchful Marshalls of Terror.]
Arthur took a long moment. The tension in his jaw eased—but not from fear. From understanding.
He rolled his neck once, the faint crackle of his spine accompanying the motion. His fingers curled into a fist.
"I see..." he said quietly, staring at the flickering words. "So it's Marshalls time."
He grinned. It wasn't joy, not entirely. It was pure excitement.
"I wonder which one first that I'm going to face," he added, almost to himself. His voice was laced with anticipation now no longer just a man on a journey to obtain an item, but a predator who knew the real hunt had finally begun.
Another window blinked to life before him:
[Proceed to Level 6?]
[Yes / No]
He didn't hesitate.
Not even a heartbeat passed.
"Absolutely yes."
The shadows around him twisted violently as the room cracked, the stone fracturing like glass under pressure. A surge of violet-black light erupted beneath his feet, swallowing him whole.
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WATCHTOWER – COMMAND DECK - 4 DAYS SINCE ARTHUR ENTERED THE DUNGEON
The vast, star-studded void stretched endlessly beyond the massive observation window, a silent reminder of the galaxy's unfathomable scope. The Watchtower hovered quietly in orbit above Earth, a lone sentinel against cosmic threats.
Batman had just arrived, stepping from the sleek, humming transport pod into the command deck. His cape trailed silently behind him, eyes scanning the holographic star charts flickering around the room.
Hal Jordan approached, his emerald ring glinting faintly in the low light. The usual cocky grin was tempered, replaced by a rare seriousness. Martian Manhunter stood nearby, his imposing form calm but alert.
"Bruce," Hal said, voice low but urgent as he closed the distance. "Sorry, I know you just recovered and got here, but you need to hear what I have to say."
Batman didn't answer immediately. His gaze never left the star map, cold and calculating.
Hal's voice dropped further. "There's been reports from my fellow lanterns that there is an unusual Yellow Lantern activity... out in Sector 2814. That's...us. Sinestro's clearly recruiting and aggressively. Strengthening his corps. Whatever's coming, it's not small."
Batman finally turned, eyes narrowing beneath the cowl. "Sinestro... What's different this time?"
Martian Manhunter's deep voice broke in, smooth and measured. "Recent events here on earth may have something to do with it. The chaos, will contain fear… it's drawing them out. Sinestro sees an opportunity and he might take it."
Hal nodded grimly. "Exactly. More than a few Lanterns are on edge. I've already reached out with them, some of the best across multiple sectors. They're mobilizing. If Sinestro comes, we won't face him alone."
Batman's jaw clenched. "Good. We'll need them if he decides to show up with his full force. But something else is worrying me.."
Martian Manhunter knew who batman is talking about and his eyes glowed faint red. "The Yellow Lanterns feed on fear. Their strength will grow with every crack in our resolve.. I don't think it's time to worry about others."
Batman said nothing.
Hal's ring pulsed softly as he summoned a star chart, highlighting a cluster of distant stars. "That's where the report said they're gathering. We'll be watching, waiting. And when the time comes, we strike first if possible"
Batman's voice was calm, resolute. "No, he is not stupid, we should prepare here. Every contingency mapped, every ally informed. I won't let Earth or this galaxy fall to fear."
The three warriors exchanged a long look, a silent pact forged in the cold light of distant suns.
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LEVEL 6 –
The air was suffocating with heat.
Ash curled through the sky like drifting ghosts, carried on winds that howled with fire. Cracked stone pillars jutted from scorched earth, some still bearing the melted skeletons of creatures who seem like they sought shelter. Burned buildings lay in smoldering heaps, their structures twisted into charcoal sculptures of suffering.
Arthur Blackwynd floated high above the chaos, arms crossed, his cape snapping in the updraft of scorched wind. shadows trailed beneath him, long and formless over the broken landscape.
The moment he arrived, he felt it not just the heat… but the pressure. A weight in the air, thick with power and rage.
His glowing blue eyes narrowed as he surveyed the apocalyptic terrain below.
"This place…" he muttered, his voice quiet, but cutting through the roar of distant fire like a blade.
"It reeks of Dragon fire.. I just know it."
His brow furrowed as his boots touched the top of a ruined stone tower. The whole structure groaned under his weight, stones flaking apart from prior devastation. Smoke swirled below him, heat licking at his armor.
He swept his gaze to the horizon a chasm split the earth, magma pooling in its depths, glowing like the eye of a god.
Then…
A roar.
It wasn't just sound. It was force.
The very sky trembled. Clouds parted in fear. the very earth seemed to quake.
Arthur's body went still. His pupils sharpened as his senses focused.
"There it is," he whispered with a grim smile. "Whatever made that noise… it is very strong."
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