All Chapters of Dungeon King: I Rule: Chapter 21
- Chapter 23
23 chapters
Chap 21: Blood Lock Vault
The sky over Delhi was a festering wound... choked with ash from dead System cities. Against this bruise-colored dusk... Eclipse Prime’s fortress rose like the ribcage of a murdered god. Its walls weren’t stone or metal... but biomechanical flesh... slick with black lubricant that dripped... hissed... and burned craters into the poisoned earth. Each rhythmic pulse of the structure... expansion... contraction... echoed the labored breathing of something ancient and wrong. Before it... the Blood Lock glowed... a vertical maw of interlocking gold teeth taller than Bombay’s fallen clocktower. System Alert: [ ENTERING RESTRICTED TERRITORY: ECLIPSE PRIME (BEAUTY RANK #3) ] [ DEFENSES DETECTED: BIOMECHANICAL REGENERATION / BLOOD LOCK / CLASS-IV ARCHITECT GOLEMS ] [ PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: VAULT CORE (SHARD #1 STABILITY: 0.5%) ] [ HARVEST WINDOW: 7 HOURS, 22 MINUTES ] Selene stumbled... boots slipping on enzyme-slicked ground. The veins beneath her skin ignited... molten gold light mapp
Chap 22: Beauty Leaderboard Fallout
Bombay Rainwater wept through the shattered dome of Galleria Omni, pooling in oily rainbows on cracked marble tiles. Selene Vasquez stepped over the corpse of a chrome-plated peacock statue, its neck snapped at a cruel angle. The air hung thick with the scent of decay—synthetic roses from shattered perfume counters mingling with the copper tang of old blood and ozone. Her breath fogged in the chilled air, each exhale a fleeting ghost. BEAUTY LEADERBOARD PENALTY Rank #99 (Selene Vasquez) marked for "Aesthetic Contamination." *Gold Scourge active: NPC hostility +50%. Duration: Until rank ≥50.* The alert burned crimson in her peripheral vision. Kai’s hand brushed her elbow, a silent warning. His touch lingered half a second too long, warmth seeping through her frayed sleeve. Guilt or duty? She couldn’t tell anymore. "Movement," he murmured, his voice low and taut. "Twelve o’clock. Behind the Versace rubble." A figure shuffled from the wreckage of a boutique. Once human... perhaps.
Chapter 23: Nairobi AI Warlords
Nairobi wasn’t dead. It festered. Selene Vasquez pulled her scavenged synth-leather hood lower, its frayed edges scratching against gold-threaded skin. 63% corruption. The number pulsed behind her eyelids with every heartbeat, a grim metronome counting down to her body’s betrayal. Above them, the skeletons of corporate towers clawed at a sky choked with ochre dust—the Architect’s breath made manifest. Below, the streets lay in a state of violent arrest: armored personnel carriers fused to pavement by plasma burns, monorail tracks dangling like severed arteries, and the ever-present whir-click-whir of biomechanical scavengers picking at the carcass of a world. Kai moved ahead, silent as shadow over broken glass. His boots found purchase on buckled asphalt with unconscious precision. Linda’s ghost flickered at his shoulder, her usual sharp edges blurred, her spectral form vibrating with the residual static of Bombay’s digital massacre. The data-screams of the slaughtered Ghost Code