He approached, and I could see the extreme nervousness in his body language. He looked like he was ready to bolt at a moment's notice. His father’s face was twisted in anger, and we both watched as he approached.
I think it was a fear of me and his father’s wrath.
I suspect it was mostly me.
When within range, he received a slap across the back of his head from his father. He winced in pain at the blow. I could see that his father had not held back. I can see that ...
2025-08-09 09:00:39 +0000 UTC
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It was mid-June, and still no sign of the new Hunter.
The American army was moving forward in Cuba but was still facing stiff opposition and mounting casualties. This was reflected in a national recruitment drive to bolster army numbers, with some even hinting in the press that the National Guard might be deployed to the country.
The Illegal Strike Suppression Act was being debated within Congress. President Fredrickson sponsored this act to help prevent future strikes within the ...
2025-08-02 08:27:51 +0000 UTC
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April continued, and two days later, someone approached my gates.
He was a short and stout fellow. He wore a suit that was old and battered in a top hat. Look at him, I got a strange impression that he was from the carnival that had recently departed from Crossway.
This could be a problem. I reached out and connected to my newest Hunter.
“Harrington, I think we have someone outside the gates from the carnival.”
“Oh, why do you think that?” Came his reply.
2025-07-26 08:17:43 +0000 UTC
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Rickle did not want to be here, but all had been summoned.
They had all gathered in an amphitheatre that existed on the divine plane. It was the site of many gatherings and discussions throughout the history of the Pantheon. Oda was the one who used it most in the past, but others had called meetings when they deemed it necessary.
It had started off well, but this meeting of all the divine beings was threatening to turn into chaos. The tensions within the gathered body were starti...
2025-07-26 08:13:17 +0000 UTC
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The Dungeon had been attacked again.
I had won by slaying the intruder that had sought my destruction. Well, in truth, not me, but my minions.
And I felt like crap.
I had absorbed a great deal of void essence from the death of this particular void monster. He was a heavily mutated human that had continued to evolve or devolve during the fight, depending on how you look at it. I had siphoned some of it off to create ten new void stones.
I was dealing with the rest of it...
2025-07-23 09:47:46 +0000 UTC
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After the fall of Havana, the U.S. Army spread across the island, trying to take the last strongholds of those who opposed them. The island was now working against them. The land was mountainous with a coastline, and jungle dominated large tracks of open space.
The Cuban army, while disorganised after losing Havana, was still fighting.
“Our brave boys in their blue-grey uniforms fought against the Cubans in their dirty khaki along the hillside.”
That one line in...
2025-07-19 08:55:12 +0000 UTC
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The sight of a battered and bloody platinum-tier team was all that the last few holdouts needed to convince themselves to avoid the lower floors of the Dungeon. There are always those few adventurers who are delusional enough to believe they could conquer the floors rated above them. Watching the batty team walk past the line of adventurers queuing to enter the dungeon drove home the power and danger of those floors below the level they were recommended to stay on.
Word quickly spread o...
2025-07-19 08:48:51 +0000 UTC
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Nibar and his team had secured a dawn entry slot to the dungeon.
They have been waiting for around half an hour. Nibar was a patient man, but also firmly believed in prompt timekeeping. In the last few days, his team has gathered intelligence on this dungeon and the floors they will visit. They have a good idea of what they will face and what rewards they can get.
At first, the stories they were given were hard to believe, but they were corroborated and confirmed over time. His te...
2025-07-16 09:09:39 +0000 UTC
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For me, the year had little else to offer.
For the United States of America, things became interesting.
A new national group was established in October. I discovered this through the full-page advert in the Crossway Chronicle.
The National American Women's Temperance and Morality League.
Quite the mouthful to say the least. I read on to find out what its angle was.
“Calling upon all Christian Women to stand together against the myriad of s...
2025-07-12 07:06:29 +0000 UTC
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Change was always present.
The world was constantly changing. Be it by the actions of the strong or just the changing seasons.
These last few years have seen the rate of change increase like the previous great upheaval of Adrils Folly—the appearance of a strange Dungeon, the discovery of void corruption and the disappearances of two Gods. These were just some of the variables driving the change in the world.
Some thrived in this time, while most struggled.
This was a...
2025-07-12 07:00:27 +0000 UTC
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My perception of reality shifted as I returned to my standard view of the world from refining my Core.
Everything was wobbly for a few seconds as my perception would itself again.
I had run out of space in my Core when I gained Celestial Mana, but I could create a mana stone to hold it and did so. I spent the next 14 days creating new places within my Core to store the mana. I had lost another 2% of my core integrity to do it, taking me to 88%, but I was willing to make the trade-...
2025-07-09 11:52:00 +0000 UTC
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He lay there for a good half an hour before he started to move again.
I watched him pull himself up to his horse. After several attempts, he managed to get up onto it and ride off. I watched him until he left my sight in the treeline.
I summoned my avatar and walked back to the church. As soon as the Challenger left the Dungeon, Rigger would return to his lair, and the others would start to heal. Things would be quiet for a few days while they healed. I was in no rush.
I rea...
2025-07-05 05:11:50 +0000 UTC
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The Pantheon gathered on the divine plane at the Circle of Equals, a place rarely used.
Like the other planes, they were still counting the cost. They had gathered to discuss what they knew and what had to be done. Rickle looked around, taking note of the state of many of the others. The circle was designed like an amphitheatre with the gods sitting around it. The space was designed to have everyone look at the three thrones.
They presented a confident front, but privately, they w...
2025-07-05 05:06:19 +0000 UTC
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Rodriguez was waiting for the Challenger and watched him from a vantage point on the roof of a mausoleum annexe.
This was becoming his favourite method of ambushing Challengers.
The Challenger was in sight of the church now, holding the lantern in one hand and the short sword in the other. He was moving faster, and he could now see the church. He would be in the church’s central ring as soon as he was past the mausoleums.
Rodriguez was getting ready to jump as he approache...
2025-06-28 11:16:35 +0000 UTC
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Their return was met with great acclaim.
The adventurers cheered for the returnees but took note of their condition. The two fighters were battered and worn. They observed, factoring it into their calculations for those planning to go to the new floor. Doltum was a diamond-tier adventurer; whatever lay down there was dangerous enough to batter him. What would it do to them?
Reports and rumours spread fast, as many outside the city were interested in what could be learned from the ...
2025-06-28 08:25:04 +0000 UTC
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Word of the new floor spread fast.
The sight of Guild Leader Woodland joining Doltum and Seela to enter the Dungeon would only increase speculation. Elian managed to stop herself from grunting at that.
“Ya know they are gossiping up there.” Seela gave voice to her thoughts.
“Speculation will be rife, I am sure.” Doltum agreed.
The pair were acting differently right now. Gone was the legendary banter and insults between them. Each was quieter and more focused on...
2025-06-25 11:24:12 +0000 UTC
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June arrived, and the economic impact of the crash continued.
Crossway felt it with several businesses and farms going under and declaring bankruptcy. That was just here. Nationally, it was worse. The northeast was the hardest hit by the economic crash.
I watched it all. This was the second crash I had been present for, but it was the first that I could fully grasp the implications of. I remembered that the next century had a far worse one. Would this timeline have it too?
I...
2025-06-21 09:12:13 +0000 UTC
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The assessor ran up the stairs as fast as anyone I had seen. I was surprised he could keep up the pace. I suspected that fear was a great motivator in this regard.
The adventurers who came down with him were a new group I had not seen before. They were well equipped and moved professionally. They went on to the floor, ready for trouble. From what little I saw before, they were promptly annihilated they were most likely a gold-tier group.
I had made alterations to the floor, includ...
2025-06-21 09:08:26 +0000 UTC
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Thirty days ago, the Dungeon reopened after being closed to create a new floor.
The dungeon had yet to reveal the secrets of its new floor, leaving many to wonder what was occurring. The betting pool continued to grow, with no clear favourite emerging. Elian monitored the situation closely in case someone attempted to manipulate it.
She was alone in her office, trying to sort through the ever-present pile of documents that needed her attention. As she signed off the one before her...
2025-06-18 19:39:06 +0000 UTC
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1892/93 was a hard winter.
I spent much of January cleaning the church. Snow and ice covered various sections of the building, leading me to work most days and nights. I was eager to find out what was happening between the United States and Cuba.
Late February brought Herbert to the dungeon with the backlog of papers.
The weather around the dungeon still threatened more snow, so I focused on the papers from Crossway and Portland. I took them to the crypts below the church an...
2025-06-14 10:53:08 +0000 UTC
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Success.
That was hoped.
The mana stone attuned to void corruption was created and given to High Healer Selmum. She was guarding it in a hidden location until she needed it. The stone could safely hold an amount of corruption. Once filled, it would be returned to the dungeon to be disposed of.
Selmum was preparing to witness the core remove the corruption from other patients and create several more void stones, which would then be used to remove the corruption from others. T...
2025-06-14 10:49:29 +0000 UTC
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“Can you recreate what you have learned?” Ranus asked. He and many others were sitting in his office around the big table, discussing what they could do to limit the corruption of the city’s population. Selmum had been quiet throughout the entire discussion.
Selmum had not spoken much to anyone since returning from the Dungeon. She had spent two days with the man, who was now free of corruption, checking his condition. She thought about his question.
“The process is one I ...
2025-06-11 07:48:34 +0000 UTC
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The next day, I observed my two Hunters tidying up the mess from the previous day. I was using my abilities to aid in this by the end of the day.
Hunter Name Charles McGregor
Level 4
Kills 0/18
Loyalty Neutral
Skills
Acting. IIV
Blades. VI
Handguns. II
Rifles. II
Stealth. VI
Dark Traits
Sadistic Predator
Another increase in stealth.
His appearance had changed significantly. His skin was so ...
2025-06-07 08:14:18 +0000 UTC
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Ranus opened the doors from the Dungeon's surface building. The sunlight blinded him for a few seconds; he blinked to clear his vision.
He stopped, surprised at the number of people waiting to hear what he had been doing in the building. Hundreds possibly stood there waiting for him. Over the last few months, rumours had grown about the relationship between him and the Dungeon.
People were desperate and were ready to cling to anything that could bring hope in these times. Ranus ne...
2025-06-07 08:10:32 +0000 UTC
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1892 came with snow and a few sunny days.
Most were overcast and grey.
It was late January by the time contact was re-established with the world. I received nearly two months' worth of papers all at once and spent almost a whole week reviewing them.
Internationally, nationally, and locally, things were quiet.
Reading the papers took me back to February, and February again was quiet, as there was still a lot of snow on the ground, and traffic on the roads was minimal. I...
2025-06-04 08:28:52 +0000 UTC
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Aftermaths.
They come after every event, whether tremendous or small.
They are always heralding a change and always come with a cost.
Ranus walks through the devastated temple district of the city, thinking about something one of his family members once said to him.
When I was a young boy, he asked one of his great-uncles about fighting in great battles and the glory that came from them. The older man had looked at him for a few minutes and then said something that he ...
2025-06-04 08:26:19 +0000 UTC
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I watched the thunderstorm approaching.
“It's going to pass over New Midian.”
It was the start of July, and it had rolled in from the north. I watched the lightning flashing as it approached. The Hunters had been warned, and all retreated into their lairs.
“Great, the chance of more lightning strikes.”
I was watching the approach and thinking about the things about to happen. The rain would fall through the spatial bubble, and its trajectory would be changed. A...
2025-05-31 08:16:04 +0000 UTC
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Battle, fire, and chaos that was all he saw.
Rickle was exhausted by the fighting and had been forced to step away. He watched as the battle unfolded around the plane. He was a lower-tier god and could not last long in the fight that was taking place.
Oda’s corruption had been a shock, but the turning of those who served him only added to it. Those in his realm had been corrupted almost entirely. This had rippled down through his followers on the mortal plane. Their level of res...
2025-05-31 08:13:29 +0000 UTC
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The divine plane was burning.
It had never burned before.
Not during the Wars between the Courts.
Not during Adrill’s Folly.
Today, it burned.
Those who served Oda were turned. The corruption was sleeping and hidden. With the reveal of the corruption in Oda, it erupted through his servants. Its awakening was another shock. Like the mortal realm, none were ready for the assault.
Rickle looked on from his realm. The spreading violence was shocking to see. S...
2025-05-28 07:52:28 +0000 UTC
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The young man stood with his hands on the doors, breathing hard. He was slightly bent over, recovering from the run. Sweat covered his face and was dripping down to the floor. His deep, gulping breaths were all that could be heard.
After a few minutes, he stood and looked around the church's interior.
He looked across the room's interior, which was now mostly in darkness, trying to pick out any details or possible signs of threats. He reached around and pulled the lantern from his...
2025-05-24 08:20:54 +0000 UTC
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