All Chapters of Bow to My Power: The Rise of the Dungeon King: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
45 chapters
Chapter one: When the blades turn
The sound of dripping water echoed through the stone corridors — rhythmic, hollow, like the dungeon itself was breathing.A torch hissed in Rheon Vael’s hand, the weak flame struggling against the cold damp air. Ahead of him, five figures moved in confident formation — armor gleaming faintly, weapons drawn, eyes alert.“Keep up, Rheon!” Kira called over her shoulder, her tone teasing, her lips curved into that same perfect smirk he’d once found charming. “Or the slimes might finally have a meal.”The others chuckled.Rheon forced a grin, though his stomach churned. “Don’t worry, I’ll try not to trip over your ego.”“Still got that mouth, huh?” said Darius, the group’s tank — a wall of muscle wrapped in steel. His laughter echoed like thunder. “If only you could swing a sword as well as you talk.”He couldn’t.Not like them.Rheon’s role was Support. A glorified assistant, a healer with subpar mana and no offensive skills. His system stats were laughable — half of what even a rookie ad
Chapter two: The Dead don’t Bleed
Silence.Not the kind that fills empty rooms, but the kind that hums — like the breath before thunder.Drip. Drip.Rheon Vael opened his eyes to darkness.The air was thick, metallic. His lungs burned as he dragged in a breath that shouldn’t have existed.When he exhaled, it came out as mist. Cold, heavy mist.Something warm pressed against his back — soft and uneven. He shifted. His fingers sank into flesh.Bodies.All around him, stacked like broken mannequins. Armor cracked. Skin gray. Eyes glassy and staring.A corpse pit.His corpse pit.The memory came rushing back — the betrayal, the blade, the laughter. Leon’s calm voice saying, “You understand, right? Six shares are too many.”Rheon sat up with a sharp gasp. Pain split his chest. For a moment, the world flickered white.Cracks ran down his arms — faint glowing lines, pulsing with light beneath the skin like veins of blue fire.“What—what’s happening to me?”The darkness trembled in answer.A sound like static bled into his sk
Chapter three: The Hunt Begins
The air was thick with decay.Faint motes of dust drifted through the blue glow pulsing from Rheon’s chest. Each pulse echoed through the corpse pit — a low, rhythmic thrum that made the stone quiver.Something answered from the tunnel.A growl. Wet and low. Like meat grinding through broken teeth.Rheon’s fingers clenched around the rusted blade. His knuckles were pale, his breathing sharp. Every inhale scraped against the jagged edges of pain still blooming inside his ribs.He could feel it — them — moving closer. The sound of claws dragging across stone. Snarls. The rattle of bone.Then, they came.A pack of beasts slithered out of the darkness — creatures that might once have been wolves, or men. Now they were neither.Their spines jutted through torn skin. Their eyes glowed faint red, smoke leaking from their mouths as if their blood burned instead of flowed.Mutated dungeon spawn.The lowest rank of the Rift’s monsters — scavengers that fed on mana, and corpses.Perfect.Rheon s
Chapter four: The BloodStorm
The air hadn’t stopped trembling.Even after the last beast’s corpse had turned to dust, the dungeon still pulsed like a living heart around Rheon. Blue light rippled through the cracked walls, drawn toward the dim glow inside his chest.He could still feel the rhythm — that unnatural heartbeat that wasn’t quite his own. Every pulse whispered through his veins like static.[SYSTEM: Relic Core stabilized at 21%.][Subsystem activation detected — Codex Protocol online.]Rheon’s eyes snapped open. The sound wasn’t just in his head anymore — it was all around him, vibrating through the stone. Symbols of light spiraled from the core embedded in his chest, spreading outward until they formed a holographic lattice — a Codex, shimmering with unreadable runes.He blinked. “What… the hell?”The lattice shifted, scanning him. One line of text burned into the air before his eyes.[Welcome, Host: Rheon Vael.][Codex Integration: 100%.][All vital systems restored.]The pain that had been gnawing a
Chapter five: Echoes of the Old Master
The corridor stretched endlessly, carved from black stone streaked with veins of glowing mana. Each step Rheon took resonated like a drumbeat, the sound merging with the faint pulse in his chest.The dungeon had gone silent — at least, it seemed so. But the Codex whispered constantly in his mind, subtle threads of energy tracing his nerves like electricity. He could feel every seam in the stone, every flicker of mana, every echo of life or death that had passed through these halls.[SYSTEM: Host Synchronization – 57%][New skill slot detected: Reserved for Codex sub-core abilities.]Rheon flexed his fingers. The light under his skin shimmered in response, reflecting off the jagged walls. The ruins felt… alive now, but not threatening — not yet.Then he heard it: a voice.Not his own, not mechanical, but layered, fractured — the kind of voice that seemed to echo across centuries.“Who dares disturb my sleep?”Rheon froze. His blade tightened in his hand, the metal humming faintly with
Chapter six: Trial by Blood
The deeper Rheon walked into the Rift’s ruins, the denser the air became.It was no longer mere darkness — it was a living weight, thick with the pulse of raw mana and the echoes of failed adventurers. Every stone beneath his boots vibrated with the dungeon’s heartbeat, responding to the Core embedded in his chest.[SYSTEM: Host-Codex Synchronization 68%.][Warning: Sub-core influence rising – neural strain probable.][Bloodstorm readiness: 97%.]He could feel it now, every sinew, every vein — the dungeon flowing into him, the Codex whispering its approval and its warnings.A shadow shifted ahead, massive, and Rheon froze. The chamber opened into a vast cavern, the ceiling lost in darkness. And there it was.A Rift predator.Its body was grotesque: a twisted fusion of wolf and serpent, scales glinting black and blue, eyes blazing like molten metal. Its jaws were lined with jagged teeth, dripping black saliva that hissed as it struck the stone. Mana throbbed around it, a dark aura of r
Chapter seven: Edge of the Curse
The chamber trembled under his feet.The mana storm swirling from Rheon’s chest had grown beyond his control, a living, breathing torrent. Shadows writhed in the corners, drawn to the blue-white pulse of the Core, twisting into forms both monstrous and familiar — echoes of past hosts, failed adventurers, and monsters long dead.[Bloodstorm Energy Accumulation: 100%][Core Dominion Active – Maximum Output.][Warning: Host neural integrity at 72%. Potential cognitive fracture imminent.]Rheon’s chest throbbed in tandem with the dungeon, every heartbeat synchronized with the pulsing runes along the walls. He could feel it — the Core’s consciousness, the dungeon’s will, the Codex itself — all converging, all pushing him to his limits.The first wave of Rift predators surged from the darkness. Massive, malformed beasts, their flesh burned with corrupted mana. Their roars reverberated through the stone like thunder, shaking dust from the ceiling.[High-tier Rift Entities detected: Count – 1
Chapter eight: Trial by Shadows
The deeper Rheon descended into the dungeon, the colder and darker the air became, yet alive with restless energy. Mana veins pulsed violently along the walls, floor, and ceiling, echoing the Core’s own heartbeat. Every step he took thrummed with power and warning.[SYSTEM: Host-Codex Synchronization 91%.][Warning: Neural strain escalating – 42%.][Bloodstorm Overdrive: Ready.]He could sense them before they appeared: shadows in the far reaches, massive, corrupted, and hungry. Twelve high-tier Rift entities — each a nightmare born of mutation and magic — moved toward him with lethal intent.[Entity Classification: Rift Elite x12][Threat Level: Catastrophic][Codex Directive: Engage.]Rheon’s pulse surged. His chest burned as the Core demanded obedience, promising strength and dominion if only he surrendered fully.[Warning: Host mental integrity at 60%. Core influence rising.]He gritted his teeth, blade flashing in the dim light. The Shadow Echo manifested behind him — a spectral
Chapter nine: Baptism Of Blood
The chamber trembled violently, and Rheon’s pulse quickened. The remaining Rift entities — massive, predatory, and corrupted beyond measure — surged toward him. But this time, it was different. The dungeon itself seemed alive, feeding on the chaos it had created, growing hungrier, stronger. The walls pulsated with mana, dripping black ichor, while shards of stone and corrupted crystal rose to form jagged obstacles.[Alert: High-tier Rift Entities – 24 detected simultaneously.][Threat Level: Catastrophic.]Rheon staggered, blade trembling in his grip. His chest glowed as the Core pulsed violently, hunger flaring through every vein. The Codex whispered in his skull, smoother now, almost coaxing.“Rheon Vael… survival is a contract. Accept, and ascend. Refuse, and be consumed.”He gritted his teeth, feeling the immense strain on his body — muscles burning, nerves screaming, his mind teetering on the edge of collapse.[Warning: Host neural integrity 85%. Core influence escalating.][Bloo
Chapter ten: The First Evaluation
Rheon Vael’s eyes snapped open.The chamber was silent, but it felt alive. Every pulse of the dungeon echoed through his body. His muscles, once weak and trembling, now surged with unnatural strength. Wounds that had festered from countless fights were gone, replaced by smooth, radiant skin threaded with faint glowing veins. His senses vibrated with the dungeon’s rhythm — every creak of stone, every whisper of mana, every subtle shift in the air reached him with crystalline clarity.[SYSTEM: Host fully integrated with Codex Sub-core.][Neural enhancement: Active][Sensory augmentation: 150%]A heads-up display materialized before his eyes. Floating text hovered in the air:STATS: STRENGTH 42 | AGILITY 48 | REFLEX 55 | ENDURANCE 46 | MANA 120SKILL SLOTS: 6/6 | BLOODSTORM, SHADOW ECHO, REFLEX AMPLIFICATION, CORE DOMINION, TEMPORAL STRIKE, ENERGY ABSORPTIONRheon flexed his fingers. A faint blue glow traced along his veins. Reflex Amplification hummed in his chest like a second heartbea