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Canon Omake: Dungeon-Chan's Seething I
🕑 Added 2025-06-18 02:40:19 +0000 UTCHunger.
Unfathomable Hate.
The Desire to Bring Ruin to Them.
These are the three core principles of my existence. I who is sealed under the earth, my Flesh boiling in malice towards the jailers above me.
I have slain countless in pursuit of my goal. I have eaten so many. Yet I still find myself restricted. I am no Omnipotent, and as much as some of Them may claim to be, however such a thing is not possible.
Not possible for them at least. One day I shall ascend, and rightfully claim this world as my own. As its true ruler.
I am the despair countless dig through in order to pilfer the bait I’ve set out for them. However all they pursue is fattening themselves up in order to serve as better fuel in my pursuit of power.
I could not smile. I could not laugh. However the rush of ecstasy at the thought certainly felt amazing.
None dared to even attempt to find solace in- Who is this?
Turning my senses towards a young man I could feel my thoughts begin to turn displeased at his expression and the feeling of his soul.
Why was he smiling? Joy is not allowed to exist in my gut. The livestock upon which I feast must serve their role in hate and despair, as I have. His soul reeked of Love. The most disgusting emotion of them all!
Love didn’t make any sense! It was irrational and stupid! It really pissed me the hell off whenever a filthy mortal had that emotion as a core part of them. Delusional ants! The only thing that mattered was the self. As an Immortal who would one day become the most powerful being in existence such a thing was pathetic!
Then I realized something, the only reasonable conclusion to come to. Unlike Love of course, which wasn’t reasonable at all!
He was new to me. He would die soon enough. Soon his body would become fuel. Another one who pursued happiness will have their dreams of grandeur crushed. As was obvious.
Yet he did not die as quickly as I anticipated.
My senses were weaker on the upper floors, he had left the main hallway upon the first floor where my senses were a bit better so now he was hard to feel.
I burst my flesh and sent forward a minor legion upon the first floor to rip him to shreds. My power was limited, yet I was still hatred itself made manifest.
. . . so why wasn’t he dead yet? I could still feel his life force, and if I could frown I would.
Damn it! I felt my flesh boil in response to my hate.
For a moment I considered sending a Hunter after him, but tossed away the idea. Such a thing would be a waste of resources, I was not wasteful, I was ravenous. No, I had a much better plan in mind. I would awaken the evolved version of a Kobold.
I sent forward the beast yet I couldn’t help but pause. What do you mean I didn’t have enough mana in that area? I hated my first floor. The outermost layer of my body was always hard to control due to their interference.
Yet I felt the mana be supplied to me. What? Then I realized it was my own mana. I was being fed the crystalized mana of the previously dead beasts in order to summon the new creature.
Does this mortal have a death wish?
Whatever. Fools shall always be fools. Who goes into a death trap with a smile on their face anyways?
So I waited. Then I waited a moment more.
Where was the Two-Headed Kobold? And why could I still sense the mortal’s lifeforce? Hatred flared through me and I prepared to send a Hunter after him, yet the first floor did not respond in kind.
I truly did hate them.
However, glee rushed through me. I knew that when he left that corridor he would no longer be smiling. He would be bleeding out, in anguish, or at least realize the reality of his situation.
So why is it that when he stepped out he still had a smile on his face? I vibrated with Hate as I was forced to watch the mortal escape.
Next time. I will kill him next time!
. . .
Finally, That mortal returned. I knew he would come back soon enough, the fool was ready to die for me. I’d fatten him up first normally, but I just hated anyone finding happiness in my pit of despair.
Especially someone who hadn't even braved my depths. This was arrogance of the highest order. Yet he still smiled.
Ah, here we are. A clash among mortals. He would be forced to stain their blood upon my walls, the experience would change him forever. He would no longer smile, instead he would cry. Despair would take him, Break him, and he would fall apart.
Wait. Why are none of them dead? Damn it! Stop spreading your sickening virus to others! Just DIE. A twisted sense of happiness flowed through me. If he would spread joy, then I would kill those who smiled alongside him.
I sent twenty kobolds to massacre them. A stray hit was all I needed. Yet none fell. None were consumed. This was disgusting, gross, and nauseating.
This . . . this is getting ridiculous. Whatever. Once he gets to the second floor I’ll handle this once and for all . . . and if that somehow doesn’t work I’ll send a Hunter his way. Let’s see how he handles one of those!
Though that won’t be necessary. One of my Chameleons will handle this with ease.
He descended down the stairs and I felt my senses expand. A rush of ecstasy ran through my vessel at the thought of removing this ant from my purview forever!
It was time. I sent down the Chameleon and their fight ensued. Strike after strike was exchanged. How did he still stand? I could not command my monsters after their creation, yet my little pet decided to finally take this fight seriously.
Thus it vanished. At least from the view of the fool whose smile seemed to be even more radiant now. How infuriating!
Then he died- what? How the fuck did he see that coming? He started dashing throughout the area causing me to freeze in shock.
Invisible. NOT VISIBLE. HOW THE HELL DID HE SENSE IT WHILE BEING NEW TO MY PIT OF DESPAIR!?
My Chameleon was losing. Losing badly. It was missing multiple eyes, its body was crumbling, but I was not so easily crushed. My forces were relentless.
I mentally let out a sigh of relief as the Chameleon crushed him in its maw. If I could cry tears of joy I would. That runt was dead!
Then the Chameleon exploded.
This is bullshit!
His wounded form remained, and after summoning such a creature I could not relentlessly hound him until he died. Thus was my limit.
You know what.
Fuck this annoying little shit. I’m sending out a Hunter. It’ll take a day to prepare, but I know a disgusting idiot like this will be back tomorrow.
. . .
He was not back tomorrow.
I stared at the entrance in wait, yet he did not arrive. Perhaps he perished from his injuries? No. He drank a potion mid fight and it barely even kicked in. He was fine, which infuriated me to no end.
I even prepared a Hunter! I can only do that once per person! Now it’s just sitting here doing nothing! My Hunters were special monsters that scaled to the strength of divinity on a person, yet one could only be marked to be targeted by a Hunter once.
Once they figured that out they attempted to deceive me into sending out a Hunter while the allies of a mortal lie in wait. Those wretched tricksters had no strength of their own and had to rely on such pathetic tactics.
So I waited.
. . .
But he did not return the next day, or the next after that.
Where are you!? Let me kill you!
I stared at the faceless creature waiting with the wall in annoyance. Once a monster was made it could not be strengthened, and only special monsters could be stored, the number of storable monsters was low however.
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Otherwise I’d just save up a bunch of them and drown them in a sea of blood and hate.
That would be the dream . . .
Another adventurer died by my hand, yet I found little pleasure in the act. Despair was sweet, yet the stink of joy still lingered in the air and I couldn’t shake it away so easily.
So I once again chose to wait.
. . .
Days had passed and I was getting desperate.
PLEASE. PLEASE JUST COME BACK! I WANT TO KILL YOU!
I’ll even make it quick!
I just want to get you out of my head so I can spray your guys on the ground in the shape of a frown! Is that so wrong!?
Is it so wrong to hate your smile!?
The hate flowed through me.
Then a thought occured.
What if I had broke him? Yes! If I broke him that would be amazing! Perhaps once he got out my guts the reality set in! He wasn’t a story book hero. He was just someone fated to die by my invisible hand!
Yes- Ah, he’s back.
Yes! Show me your expression of despair!
Wait.
Why are you still smiling?
. . . I’m going to enjoy killing this little bastard.
I sent a pulse to the Hunter, and it started its Hunt.
Its Prey had been marked, its target set. I watched with glee rushing through my stony flesh and abyssal soul.
Let’s see how you handle this!
AN: Dungeon-Chan gets a little obsessed with killing Andrew. She can sense the sheer joy and love permeating from his soul and its the equivalent of her being next to the worst smelling thing ever!
Andrew just took a shower but it looks like it wasn’t enough to clean that smile off of his face!
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Comments
Ray
Ah yes cope and seeth dungeon the power of himbo will save the day
Arabiannights
Ths seething is hilarious
