Melmarc Lockwood dreams of becoming a Gifted, unlocking a Skill and Class that will set him apart.
For the minute few fortunate enough to gain these abilities, becoming Delvers who enter and seal Portals is just the beginning. Melmarc’s wish is far greater: he wants to become a Delver so powerful that battles end before they even start, with his mere presence. But, that goal feels quite distant, almost unattainable.
However, with an uncle who has an odd penchant for collecting ‘civilized discarded items’, and a brother with a unique Class, maybe Melmarc just might achieve the impossible.
It’s off to the races in the explosive eighth book in the Dungeon Crawler Carl series.
As chaos and mass panic spread outside the dungeon in the wake of Faction Wars, Carl and Donut find themselves on the tenth floor, where they’re forced to compete in a surprisingly normal set of tasks. Well, normal for the dungeon.
Races. Get from point A to point B, and don’t come in last. After each race, they pick an upgrade for their vehicle and the track gets more challenging. It all seems a little too normal, a little too simple.
Ignore those strange glitches that are occurring with increasing frequency. Don’t listen to those whispers about what’s happening on the mysterious eleventh floor, something the system AI calls A Parade of Horribles. Nobody, not even the showrunners, knows what that means. Just that the AI has ominously dubbed it “a coming-out party for the ages.”
Everything is fine, Crawler. I repeat, everything is fine.
Carl hates that it’s business as usual. The rules of this floor have taken away his agency. That just will not do.
So Carl is planning a party of his own. It’s a plan so dangerous, so insane, he can’t even consult his friends lest the AI put a stop to it. Because if it goes wrong, it’s not just the end of Carl and Donut. No. The stakes are higher than they’ve ever been.
Having arrived at the Order of the Malefic Viper, Jake is eager to improve his alchemy…
However, reality can often be cruel. Because while trying to do just that, Jake will be dealing with the political landscape of the Order. Between hiding his identity as the Chosen of the Big Boss, being forced to attend get-togethers, visiting vampires to sell ancient memorabilia, and trying to actually learn some alchemy, Jake's busier than ever.
Earth also still calls. There, he helps friends deal with family issues by going on a nice road trip with Carmen and Sylphie. On the way, he can hopefully find time to hunt down the final Primas he needs – powerful monsters with unique key fragments – to participate in the upcoming system event dubbed the Seat of the Exalted Prima.
An event that hopefully – no, certainly – won’t have any unforeseen Bloodline-induced shenanigans.
The remnants of Duke de Clairmont's army are surrounded by enemy legions under the command of Ricardo di Lorenzo, otherwise known as the Golden Lion. Marshal de Clairmont himself is badly wounded, and already at death's door.
Duke de Bauffremont and Duke de Gondy have assembled their forces on the border between Bergonia and Vestonia, and now, under Prince Philippe's leadership, this army is about to march off to rescue the surrounded Vestonian force. But that won't be enough to beat the Golden Lion in the field. They're going to need help from another army - one which, against all odds, has managed to defeat the Atalians in three separate battles, and take control of the old Imperial road.
Max already has what he came his path to the Margraviate de Valier is clear. And he has enough people to take control of his new lands. But the war in Bergonia isn't over yet... And while Max has his own mission to attend to, he also knows exactly where the Golden Lion will turn his attention once he defeats Prince Philippe’s army.
That means there's really only one option for he needs to destroy this threat once and for all...
A group of rookie adventurers enter an ancient tomb in the hopes finding treasure
Within they found something priceless but it is not something they expected
Within lay an egg that held a species that existed since life began
A species wiped out long ago
A species that only lives in tales, songs and legends
A species that can become more powerful than any other
With the opening of the tomb the adventurers will release this creature out into the world
They will release me into their world
In my past life I was powerless and abused
Now I can become more powerful than any other
And I am very hungry...
Xenia Worthy, Reincarnator Extraordinaire, has done it all. She's been a Hero (twice), a Demon Lord (briefly), and most recently did a stint as a magical talking sword. But it turns out there's at least one more type of life for her to live: the life of a sapient Dungeon Core. She's more than experienced with death, but no fan of it, so with the help of her latest SGA-assigned Guide, Guy, it's time for her to see if she can make life as a stone her best life yet.
In this new world Dungeons exist to prove to mortals and gods alike who is worthy of power and who is weak. Many will challenge and some will fall, but none will remain unchanged by their experiences in Worthy Dungeon.
The story features both occasional gore, and consensual funtimes of all flavors, so adult supervision is recommended. Product may contain slime girls.
This story will contain standalone explicit chapters and sexual humor & references throughout. This is a side-side-project for me, however I plan on maintaining a 2-chapters-a-week schedule with updates on Tuesdays and Fridays. The story has also been posted on RR. The story's introductory arc runs up to Chapter 26, I'd recommend trying it out up to that point if you find it interesting. I hope you enjoy!
Editing/Beta-Reader Thanks to: Popcornia
Worthy Core has a Discord server available here: https://discord.gg/fNFDE422rM
It’s amazing what the lack of immediate threat to one’s life and wellbeing can do for a person’s disposition. High risk, high reward endeavors suddenly seem far less appealing, month-long delays are no longer a cause for concern, and sleeping in every single day of the week becomes an extremely attractive proposition. Indeed, without a pressing need to aggressively expand its power, Boxxy T. Morningwood is finally able to simply sit back, enjoy life, and watch the world both turn and burn. Questions such as ‘Who started those fires?’ and ‘Should I do something about them?’ are answered with ‘Don’t know’ and ‘Don’t care.’ Having finally achieved the slow life it never knew it wanted, Boxxy is quite unwilling to jeopardize its newfound safety for no good reason.
Of course, old habits die hard. Acquiring things of the tasty and/or shiny variety remain an enticing goal, as does the steady accumulation of power. Just because it no longer has the threat of death looming over it doesn’t mean that the once-mimic won’t take the occasional calculated risk in exchange for immense personal gain. Admittedly, developments outside its predictions will inevitably put carefully laid plans to waste, but that’s how it always has been and always will be. Boxxy will deal with those issues in the same manner it always has – with cunning ingenuity, brutal efficiency, and old-fashioned dumb luck. Despite what one might think, all three of those traits can be nurtured and improved, even something as seemingly unreliable as good fortune. Especially good fortune.
The time for the Hero of Chaos to get thrown about by the whims of fate is over, and it is now Boxxy’s turn to make the world bend to its will, starting with the savage orcs of the far south.
The eighth realm doesn’t stand as a realm onto itself, but as a question.
Why do you fight?
Merely gaining levels, and having a higher cultivation isn’t enough to pass the eighth realm’s test into the ninth realm. Find your truth, understand your reason, only then can you pass the eighth realm.
It might be Erik and Rugrat’s hardest challenge yet.
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