Bow to My Power: The Rise of the Dungeon King

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.]

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