"This has become boring." A man sighed, seated on a throne that was situated in the middle of a lush, grass-covered land. He gazed at the pile of corpses that lay before him, gazing at the faces of fifteen people that lay at the front, now bloody, a mangled state of their past selves.
Followed by a snort, he spoke, "And you call yourselves Transcendents. Too weak!"
Though after a moment, he sighed, disinterested as he snapped his finger once. Suddenly, a massive worm-like creature drilled out of the ground and began to gobble through the pile of corpses that had formed a hill.
Dungeon Master!
He went by such a title once he took control of the Level 5 Dungeon of the Great Rateuk Empire—Keworm Dungeon. At the start, he had been excited at the prospect of gaining control of a Level 5 Dungeon.
