One month later, Brian goes back to the Dungeon one day before the Guild will begin to send in Adventurers.

Belle was playing with Grizzly again. They had created a game where she hides a small gem somewhere in his room and he has to find it. She called it 'fetch'. Wil was worried Grizzly would take offense at being treated like a dumb animal, but when he saw the slobbering bear crashing into trees and hillsides looking for the gem he knew how the Boss really felt.

Grizzly had just found the small yellow stone, and was stampeding back towards Belle, who was cheering in the air at his success, when Wil felt another Sunrise come. His Mana had long since been capped out at 30/30, but Belle had informed him that any excess Mana was converted into experience that went towards helping him level.

Wil had given her the silent treatment for a couple days over that missing piece of information, but he eventually got over it and asked her what she had meant. According to her, when Sentients die in his Dungeon, they release the Mana in their bodies, and a portion of that Mana is converted to experience for the Core.

Since he wasn't spending any Mana his experience had risen significantly. He personally felt he was close to level 4, but Belle told him it would be much faster to gain experience through the Mana of Two-legs instead of just waiting around doing nothing. He was about to ask to join their game of 'fetch', which was now looking more and more interesting, when a shiver ran throughout his Dungeon.

Wil's focus snapped to the entrance, and he tried to bite back the mean comment he was going to say. Instead of calling the Two-legs a mutant, he settled for saying, "Belle, the walking bag of meat is back."

Not his best insult, but he felt it got the message across. Belle just rolled her eyes and flew off to meet the Human. They had both decided, since they had spoken once before, no harm would come to speaking to him again. At least if he was alone.

Thankfully, it seemed he was. As he came into the Dungeon and reached the first room, he sat down in the position he had taken during his last visit. Wil couldn't help himself though, and he sent a mental signal to attack when the opportunity presents itself towards his hidden Dungeon Serpent in the room.

"Dungeon, I wish to speak. It has been one month, and true to my word the Dungeon Town has begun to be constructed. I have come to tell you that starting tomorrow morning, I will begin sending in groups of Adventurers into your Dungeon." He said all of this without a hint of emotion in his voice.

Belle was getting into character, and he could see her practicing her lines in the reflection of a gem.

She flew down to the Ore room and spoke, "You have kept your promise Human, so we will keep ours. Send in your weak and strong alike, we will take them off your hands."

Brian, to his credit, actually cracked a small smile. "I would expect nothing less. It is likely you will not see me again unless an emergency arises. In my place there will be two B rank Adventurers that will stand guard at your entrance during the day. They will be monitoring the men and women we send into the Dungeon, but they will not interfere should any or all perish inside."

"We expect nothing less." Belle mimicked. She would've sounded a lot more intimidating if her voice wasn't similar to that of a small child.

Brian just nodded, and was turning to leave before a look of what Wil would only be able to describe as fear mixed with hope, came onto his face.

"I have one more request Dungeon. It is my belief that... that you may have the missing piece of my Quest." Brian was actually looking bashful, which was beyond repulsive on a Two-legs.

Belle looked shocked, and Wil felt a mix of emotions play across his mind. He settled on indignation. "Who does he think he is! As if we would ever help someone become a Hero."

Belle turned her voice so only he could hear her, "Think carefully about this Wil, if he is an Expert then he may not be the worst kind of Hero."

"All Heroes are the worst kind of Heroes." He replied matter of factly.

"Don't be bigoted, while the inexperienced may let the power get to their heads, this man is most likely close to a century old." She chided.

"Thats not possible, he looks like he is only 40." The man, while certainly ugly, was not ugly because of age lines. That much Wil could admit.

"The higher ranked a Sentient becomes, the longer their lifespan extends. Some Experts are well over 200 years old. While there are some Heroes closer to 500. There are powerful people in this world Wil, and it would not hurt to have one indebted to us." She said all this without taking her eyes off the man. He was still just sitting in the same spot, looking nervous.

"I don't even know what he wants though! I don't have anything to give him for a Quest. Ask him what he means, and we can go from there." He said.

Belle nodded at him and turned back to the Human.

"What is it you seek?" She asked, with an air of superiority he was amazed could fit into such a small voice.

"I received my Quest over 60 years ago, and until a month ago I had given up hope of ever completing it. Every Dungeon I had gone to was unable to help. When I received word of a potential Nature Dungeon though, I knew I may finally get my chance."

The man paused to take a breath, and the hidden Dungeon Serpent that had been inching closer over the past few minutes took it's shot. Wil was cheering it on, pride welling in him at the patience of his Monster.

Without even taking his eyes off the ground, he grabbed the snake behind the head and throttled it with one hand. He then continued as if nothing had happened.

"It is my Quest to find a Dungeon who will help me become something more than I originally was." He said all of this with a straight face, but Wil knew the Human couldn't hear him, so he laughed out loud.

"He said, 'Become something more'! What the hell does that even mean. Hahaha" Wil was nearing hysterics when Belle just shot him a glare, but she couldn't fully conceal the tears forming in her eyes as she tried to hide her smile.

"It is vague, I know. That was the hand I was dealt though, and I wish to know if it can be done."

Belle, restraining herself, asked what they were both thinking. "Why our Dungeon?"

"A Nature Dungeon is rare. It is not uncommon to have a Dungeon that specializes in plants, or Beasts. Or any other mix of flora and fauna, but it is very uncommon to have a Dungeon that embodies all of it." He said with a little less hope in his voice.

This was news to Wil, but all it did right now was stroke his ego. "Well... I am pretty great. I guess it only makes sense."

Belle shot him a glare, crushing the beginnings of his pride.

"We have nothing of the sort. Come back when we have expanded and we will see if we can be of assistance. For a price, of course." The human crumbled under those words, but nodded once and turned to leave.

"By the way, you almost got me today. Better luck next time, Dungeon. I look forward to speaking again once you've grown."

Belle just giggled and replied with, "Next time, we will see if we have what you seek. Do not lose hope Human."

The man smiled, and left.

"Why did you promise him we would help Belle?" Wil wasn't actually angry, but now he felt dirty having agreed to help a Two-legs.

"I already told you why, it would be good for us if we have an Expert ranked Hero indebted to us." She replied matter of factly.

Wil just grumbled to himself, "Yeah, yeah. Fine. Well we better get ready, it seems like we will be getting visitors tomorrow." He was starting to get pumped up, he would finally get to test his Dungeon against the Two-legs. He was also a little self-counscious the Human hadn't mentioned his new Dungeon entrance. He had put hundreds of Resources into creating it and he wanted people to appreciate it.

Name - Wilcox Chosen Monster - Beasts Mana - 30/30 Species - Dungeon Core (Lv.3) Chosen Location - Ilvan Forest Mana Regen - 15/d Number of Floors - 1 Number of Monsters - 13 Resources - 103

The night before the Dungeon is officially opened, a lone Elf stalks towards the entrance.

Tannis El Verandin was not a name to be taken lightly. At 20 years of age he was a tall elf with black hair stretching down to his shoulders. He had a large hooked nose and sky blue eyes. He had been told by his Mother multiple times just how handsome he was. So how was it that these Human savages and Beast mongrels could tell him what he could and could not do?

He was a member of the proud Elven nobility. Maybe not part of the royal family, but his father held enough influence to earn them a seat at the table. The Verandin family would not be taken lightly, and he would not be kept back from his destiny.

It had been just a few weeks ago when he received his Quest. The second he had heard tell of the new Dungeon and the town being built around it, he had recieved a notification from the Voice of the World.

He pulled up his Quest's information with a gleam in his eye, he loved being able to see the proof of his power. The proof of his nobility, and right to rule.

Chime

A Heroic Task

Congratulations, Tannis El Verandin!

You have unlocked the hidden requirement to begin your Life-long Quest. In order to ascend into the ranks of the Heroes, you must accomplish that which many will say is impossible. All Tasks must be completed through your own merit.

Prove yourself to the World, and defeat your greatest adversary.

Tannis sighed to himself, it never grew old to just sit and stare at the Blue box. To him, it was all he could have asked for. It was well known that not all Quests were equal in terms of difficulty. He would be the first to admit he had no idea who his greatest adversary was, but since he received the Quest at mention of the Nature Dungeon, it was a good bet he would find them in there.

The filthy Human who ran this Town, Brian, was blocking his attempts to enter the Dungeon at every turn. Even after he offered to pay the dumb brute, he had still said no. Tannis spat on the ground at the memory.

Who does he think he is, preventing me from completing my destiny? I offered him enough money to live a comfortable life ten times over, and yet he still holds me back. He must be jealous. Jealous someone so young and talented as me will outclass him in a matter of days.

He laughed to himself again, then looked over the hill right after the town and towards the Dungeon entrance. He was just as shocked as everyone else was when the entryway to the Dungeon changed before their eyes. He watched crude statues the likeness of horrific beasts get carved into the stone through golden green Mana. They formed a concentric ring around the gaping maw leading into the ground. A lesser man might call it intimdating. What Monster had antlers and fangs he did not know, but he had no inclination to find out. Unless that was his adversary?

I will find out soon enough.

He knew the Guild representative would be asleep, most likely curled up with his wife. What a disgusting man. The elf thought.

Until now he had never tried going into the Dungeon at night, mainly because he felt it was beneath him. Why should he have to sneak around in the dark like a criminal?

It was different now though, he could feel the Dungeon calling to him. He could swear it was cheering for him to enter its depths and prove himself. He had no doubt even the Dungeon wanted him to succeed, to become the greatest Elf in the history of the kingdom.

Steeling himself, he dropped down into the dark cavern below and prepared to fight for his life.

He was no fool, he had come prepared. As he walked through the entrance and into the first tunnel, he prepared a torch for the inevitable dark that was a Dungeon's halls. He was surprised to find, instead, a soft light similar to that of the Sun. It permeated from every corner, and seemed to be coming from the moss on the ceiling. No. That wasn't right, it was coming from under the moss.

With a smile he put his torch back into his bag, and continued forward with dagger in hand.

The Verandin family had some of the finest Smiths and Craftsmen under their banner. This knife was of Rare tier, and was wickedly curved to hook into whatever he fought. The handle was a polished Ebony wood, with a gleaming Silver blade. In the handle was a small clear gem, an Air Crystal. Using this dagger alongside his affinity made his strikes whistle through the air, adding extra power to each blow he landed.

He was still learning how to use his affinity, but he would soon ascend into the ranks of Heroes. Once he did he would have all the time in the world to train after that.

At the moment, he was what the barbaric Humans would call a D ranked Adventurer. He was not part of the Guild but he knew his power would coincide with their second tier. He had received formal training in blade work and knew he could handle anything an F ranked Dungeon had to offer. Not to mention he was wearing Uncommon tier leather armor, made specifically to fit him.

"I hope this Dungeon can provide me with at least a little challenge." He said, as he quietly side stepped the Fake Floor trap right before the entrance.

As if I would fall for something so trivial.

Thinking nothing but disdainful thoughts towards the Dungeon, he reached the first room. He looked around for any potential Monsters or ambush sites, but all he saw was some Copper Ore on the wall. There was a cave on the far side of the wall that may have housed a Monster, but it appeared to be empty.

The floor of the room was covered in a thin layer of grass and moss. While it was possible a Monster could be hiding somewhere in the room, it would take too much time to search every inch of the area. So instead he decided to move on, and listened closely for any signs of being followed.

His paranoia was well founded. As soon as he turned his back on the room, he heard a slithering sound coming from behind him. He whirled around and threw his Dagger at where he thought he heard the sound.

No response, he must have severed the Monster's head in one blow. Of course he would, he was amazing.

He went to grab his Dagger and the subsequent loot when he found his blade lying harmlessly on the ground. He knew he had made a mistake before he even heard the hiss in his ear.

He spun around, and came face to face with a 3ft long serpent staring at him. At eye level. The Beast was hanging off a vine from the ceiling, and almost appeared to be smiling as it struck out at him.

The snake was fast, but he was faster. He dove to the ground at the last moment, and scrambled to pick up his fallen Dagger before the snake could get another attack in. As soon as his hand closed around the handle of his blade, the snake reached him and lashed out.

It sank its fangs deep into his left calf, eliciting a scream. It really wasn't all that painful, but the fear of the situation scared him enough to incite a response. The Beast had begun coiling around his leg now, refusing to let go as it pumped more and more venom directly into his veins. With a wild yell he slashed down into the Beasts body. Again and again he stabbed, tearing chunks of flesh out of the Monster. It didn't even seem to mind, it just continued pouring its payload into his leg. It was as if the Beast did not care that it was on the verge of death, only that it inflicted as much damage as it could before it perished.

After a few more good stabs, and a healthy amount of screaming, the snake dropped dead from the wounds it had sustained.

Tannis felt like shit. His calf was a bloody mess, and there was a green liquid visible in the veins of his leg.

He reached into his pocket and yanked out the only vial of anti-venom he had brought with him. He expected the Dungeon to have Beasts, but not Reptiles as well. Did Reptiles count as Beasts? Apparently so. He was just about to unstopper the vial when he felt his consciousness fade.

No, not like this. I still have so much left to do.

Tears began flooding out of his eyes as his breathing slowed and he lay his head down on the ground. Trying as hard as he could to stay conscious. He failed.

He awoke with a jolt and tried to process what happened. He remembered what occurred and laughed at himself for being so foolish. It was an F ranked Dungeon. As if the toxin would actually kill him. It was a well known fact that in the first floor the most a toxin could do was incapacitate. A well known fact he had forgotten, and lost his composure over.

Focus Tannis! From the look of the room it has only been a minute or two since you passed out. There is still time to complete my destiny before that disgusting Human finds out I've gone.

After giving himself a much needed pep talk, he continued down deeper into the Dungeon. Now considerably more wary.

After a short walk he reached another tunnel, and nearly laughed at his good fortune. Traps. He could handle traps with ease. He was an Air affinity, and that made him one of the most sure footed Adventurers in town. Every affinity provided different bonuses to their user depending on which one they had. For Air, one of the many bonuses was an increased ability to detect and avoid traps.

He laughed as he danced around multiple Fake Floor and Falling Boulder traps. He was just about to reach the end when he overstepped, misjudging the distance between two traps, and his leg broke through. His bad leg, the one that had been bitten. He watched in horror as his foot slammed into the ground.

No spikes. The Dungeon didn't even trap the bottom of the pit. He couldn't believe his luck. That was, until he lifted his foot off the ground and heard an audible click.

A pressure plate. Hidden underneath the fake floor.

There was no time to think, or berate himself for his second mistake. He just rolled forward, further bruising his left leg in the process, and rushed to the end of the tunnel. There was a sound of crashing thunder, and he saw a two hundred pound boulder smash in the exact spot he would have been just a moment ago. He stood up, now limping slightly from the abuse he had just received, and turned with shaky hands towards the next room. He would not give up, he had a destiny to fulfill.

The next room was, in one word, beautiful. A large field of flowers stretching from wall to wall, and what he could only describe as a Divine tree rested in the center of the room. He heard birds chirping, and saw insects buzzing around the flowers. It was a paradise in hell.

He watched in amazement as a small yellow bird flew towards him. It had red tipped wings and looked so at peace in the Flower room. He thought it looked the picture of calm and serenity. It landed on a nearby bush, took one look at him, and howled.

Skraaa!

His legs buckled, and his vision swam as he felt sound waves batter against his ear drums.

He threw his dagger at the bird and scored a lucky hit. The bird released one final wail as it fell to the ground, now soaked red. This time, he noticed the Beast disperse into golden green Mana, part of the Mana flowed into him and was converted to a bit of experience. The rest flew back towards what he assumed was the direction the Core was in.

In the birds place was his Dagger, as well as some small yellow feathers and a few copper coins. Standard Dungeon loot.

"What kind of Dungeon is this place?!" He asked incredulously. Birds able to incapacitate, snakes with more cunning than any first floor Beast should have. Not to mention the room he was standing in would be considered a National Treasure in many countries.

He retrieved the loot and his Dagger, then hobbled forward towards the end of the Room, where he saw the exit.

"Fuck this, I wont find my adversary in this room." He spat, then began sprinting towards the end of the room. It was then he saw the next set of Monsters.

Two small rodents covered head to tail in spines waddled out from beneath the tree roots, and began running full tilt towards him. He just laughed, there was no way he would die to an overgrown rat. Grabbing his Dagger he rushed to meet them, and threw out a vicious kick towards the Spineback in the lead. The animal curled into itself as it absorbed the blow, and was knocked back 10ft into the trunk of the tree. The other Monster slowed its advance, most likely out of fear. Then the Beast curled into a ball and Tannis just laughed.

Then he realised why the Beast had curled in a ball and regretted everything. A second bird had flown down from the tree and howled directly into his ear canal as it flew by. He missed his strike and the bird flew by unharmed. He was now on one knee, shaking his head to remove the stars from his vision. It was at this point the other Spineback reemerged from its fetal position, and barreled towards him at a breakneck pace.

"Come on you bastard!" He shouted as way of a challenge. The spineback just hissed in response and jumped at his leg. The injured leg.

Oh come on!

The Beast was so focused on further maiming his leg that it didn't even care when it was decapitated by his blade. He now had a plethora of quills stuck into his exposed calf. Not to mention a nasty bite mark 2" deep closer to his ankle. His leg was now all but limp and it would take serious healing to continue his Quest now.

I can't believe I have to use a Healing Crystal on a first floor Dungeon. What an embarassment. I cant imagine what I would do if I became known as the One-legged noble.

Healing Crystals were exceptionally expensive and it was not unlikely a Commoner would go their entire lives without having earned enough to afford one. His leg was now thoroughly mangled though, and if he did nothing he would not be able to continue further than he was now. Failure was not an option.

With a heavy heart, and a grumble about damned rats, he crushed the Healing Crystal in his hand and gasped as Mana flowed throughout his body. Soon his leg was back to normal, but the leather armor he had covering his calf was still in tatters.

As his leg was finishing repairing itself he noticed out of the corner of his eye three very large, and very angry, snakes slithering towards him.

He didn't even think about the repercussions, he just ran towards the end of the room to get the fuck out of there.

"No thank you, i'll deal with you guys on the way out." He said with a laugh as he ran towards the next tunnel. He was stopped by a large brown and silver door though, and it took a considerable amount of effort for him to yank it open. Clearly this was not how he was supposed to do things, but there was no way he would fight three of those snakes at once. Just as the first Beast reached him, the door creaked open far enough for him to slink inside. Putting the full brunt of his weight on the other side now, he slammed it shut just as the snake struck. It bit his hand as he was pushing the door closed, but his armor blocked the fangs from piercing his skin. It left a nasty bruise though.

After catching his breath he looked around the new tunnel, searching for any hidden dangers.

He looked to the side of the new tunnel he was in, and felt his blood run cold. The snakes were back, they had tunnels into the room. Of fucking course they do.

No time to think now. He ran forward, towards the bend in the hallway covered by vines, and leapt over the three snakes who were emerging from the holes in the wall.

"Haha! Take that you dumb brutes! You can remember this as the day you almost caught Tannis El Ver-" His gloating was cut off as he slammed his heels into the ground to slow his charge. There was a massive hole in the floor here, and there was no way in hell he could jump the gap. He looked to the many vines and silently cursed the Dungeon.

It could take him ten minutes just to find the correct vine to get across safely, but time was a luxury he didn't have. The three snakes were aleady recovering from being jumped over, and were racing towards him even as he stared at the pit.

It's an F ranked Dungeon. The correct path has to be the largest vine.

He took a leap of faith, and grasped the thickest vine he saw. He swung with all his might and propelled himself forward. He laughed in unrestrained glee as his guess was correct, and he sailed away from the danger of the snakes.

He continued down the L shaped tunnel towards the light at the end of the next room, searching for any traps along the way. He found none.

Another door blocked his path. He steeled himself, then pushed it open expecting some equally absurd scene such as the flower room. He was not dissapointed.

In there he found a circular room surrounded with pillars and vines. The vines were spread all across the roof and stone pillars, providing very little visibility of what may be lurking up above. The room was also eerily quiet, as nothing but the sound of a few buzzing insects reached his ears. He walked cautiously towards the center of the room and stopped as soon as he saw a large pit of sand.

Yeah. Thats a trap.

Skirting around the sand he could swear he felt the Dungeons dissapointment. He reached the end of the room unmolested and was shocked. How did a Dungeon have a room with no Monsters?

"This place really is a jok-" His words caught in his mouth as he looked towards the door he had entered from.

Four large Monkeys with fangs and claws capable of ripping his flesh to ribbons stared at him. Their golden brown eyes showed no sign of anger or hatred. None of them moved, or made a sound, as they quietly observed him.

They were completely blocking off the exit and made it so the only way for him to go was further into the Dungeon. He was preparing himself for the fight of his life when he felt all hope disappear. The three snakes from before had appeared from the side of the wall. He hadn't noticed earlier but there were large overhangs on the side of the walls. They must have a tunnel there as well.

It's over. I doubt a full group of Adventurers could handle this. What chance do I have?

The snakes did not attack though, they merely slid up to their fellow Monsters and helped to block the door. If Tannis looked closely he could swear one of the Monkeys, the smallest of the four, was smiling at him. He watched in horror as it pointed a clawed finger, much longer than the others, towards the door behind him.

The message was clear, "Keep going."

Tannis gulped. This might be it. This might be where he faces his greatest adversary. He had been spared, that much was obvious. Clearly the Dungeon wanted him to succeed, to live.

He took the biggest risk of his life, and turned his back on the assortment of seven Dungeon Monsters behind him. He waited for the sound of slithering, or claws treading dirt. He heard none of it though, and stepped safely through the door. He slammed it shut behind him and finally let out a choked sob.

Not now Tannis, not now. Wait until your safe.

He took a tentative step forward, and nearly fainted. There was a 5ft drop directly into a pile of sharpened wood stakes. He yanked his leg back from over the gap, and leaped forward past the trap. Then his blood ran cold as he beheld what had to be a tunnel of nightmares.

Six large alcoves were carved into the walls of the tunnel, and in each was a carving of a beast more horrifying than the last. They vaguely reminded him of what he saw at the entryway. Except more crueler, and with far more teeth. One of them almost resembled a male Deer, or maybe a Wolf that somebody attached antlers to. It sent shivers down his spine and made his guess of this being the end of his Quest almost certain.

My adversary is up ahead. I know it. I'm ready, it's time for me to fulfill my destiny.

To further solidify his idea that this was the end, he saw a massive 6ft by 6ft door staring down at him from the end of the tunnel. He could see silver covering the edges of the door, and the wood it was made of was the same as the tree he had seen earlier.

He walked confidently towards the door, narrowly avoiding a Falling Boulder trap he hadn't even noticed until he was already past it.

Thank god, if I died now it would be a mark of shame on my family for generations.

Reaching out to the door, he noticed two large golden gems staring down at him. Under the lighting it almost looked like a pair of eyes watching his every move. It was a lot more unnerving than he would have liked to admit.

The handle was brushed silver, and when he turned it, it felt cool to the touch. The door was considerably more heavy than the others, and he had to put his full weight into it just to move it an inch. It took so long, and so much effort, that he ended up closing his eyes and just shoving with all his might to move the thing.

Inch by inch he felt the door give and open up to reveal the contents of the next room. He still had his eyes closed, panting from the effort that just opening the door had taken out of him. He opened his eyes, ready to formulate a plan on how to handle what would surely be the greatest fight of his life.

He noticed many things at once, the first being how bright the room was. It reminded him of a Summer day outside his family's Mansion. There were trees in the distance that reminded him of the pure beauty of nature, as well as small flowers dotting the ground similar to those in the earlier room.

This place really is beautiful.

Then Tannis's sub conscious registered what he had been fervently trying to ignore. The 9ft tall visage of a Bear standing in front of the door he had just opened.

The Beast had eyes the color of liquid gold, and the fear he had felt at the likeness on the door was nothing compared to what he felt now. He was paralyzed, and didn't dare move. This is my adversary? Is this what I have to overcome?

He shakily reached down, hoping he wouldn't drop his Dagger before he could get it into his hand. The Beast let him grab his weapon, and just continued to watch him. Staring just like the other Monsters did.

They won't even attack me. They think they are better than me, they think I don't have the power to make it through this god forsaken place.

"I-I've come, to co-complete my Quest. Face me Beast, and know today you f-face Tannis El Verandin!"

Grrr

The Boss Monster didn't roar a challenge, it didn't even acknowledge him. It growled once, low and softly.

The sound sent vibrations throughout every bone in his body. His last vestiges of courage crumbled and he felt his legs push off the ground, in the opposite direction. He would rather face the hordes of Monsters waiting for him in the other room than spend one more second under the gaze of this Beast.

The Bear continued to stare from inside it's room, unimpressed at the Elf's lack of courage.

I was a fool. A fool to think I was capable of handling something like this alone. I don't deserve the Verandin name. I don't deserve anything. If I ever get out of this hell, I'm going to do everything in my power to make amends for the wrong I've done in my life.

"Please! Please let me live, I swear I won't come back! I will do anything, I will become the most pious man the world has seen. I'll give my entire fortune to the next Commoner I see! Please, just let me make amends for the mistakes I've done."

Chime

Congratulations, Tannis El Verandin!

You have completed your Quest, A Heroic Task

By facing harrowing odds and sure death you have overcome who you once were. You have defeated your greatest adversary and grown into something more. Welcome, Hero, to your new life.

Tannis stumbled in his mad dash out of the tunnel filled with grotesque statues, and nearly fainted. That was what it took to complete his Quest? All he had to do was promise to give a bit of money to the poor? He felt his earlier feelings of righteousness wash away as he felt anger at the injustice. He came into this Dungeon when all he had to do was give to charity?!

"You've got to be fucking kiddi-" His curse was cut off as he tripped on an overturned rock on the ground. He landed face first into the dirt, and as he lifted his hand up to drag himself upright, he heard an audible click.

A pressure plate.

Two hundred pounds of solid stone crashed down on top of him from the ceiling above, crushing his spine and instantly killing him.

The Mana from his body flew off towards the direction of the Core. Then all was quiet again as the Dungeon repaired itself, preparing for the next set of visitors.