The first rays of dawn fought their way through a dense fog, clinging to the jagged peaks of a fractured world. The sun, pale and cold, bathed the ruined landscape in a soft light that only emphasized the devastation below. Towering structures of steel and glass, once proud symbols of human achievement, now stood as hollowed-out skeletons. Twisted, mangled frames told of a civilization brought to its knees by the cataclysmic fall of a mysterious asteroid—a force so sudden and brutal that billions perished in the blink of an eye.
The asteroid's fall had erased everything—every trace of civilization, every hope, every dream that once felt so certain. It came without warning, a force of nature so raw and unstoppable that even the most prepared minds couldn't have fathomed the destruction it would bring. Cities that had once soared into the clouds were now reduced to dust. Skyscrapers—symbols of humanity's indomitable will—lay in ruins, their jagged skeletons twisted by the brutal impact. The earth itself seemed to recoil from the violence, trembling beneath the weight of its own brokenness, as if it, too, had been crushed by the sheer magnitude of the catastrophe.
And in the midst of it all, a child had watched—their innocent eyes filled with confusion and fear as everything they had known was torn apart before them. That child, once a witness to the fall, was now nothing more than a fleeting memory, a ghost in a world that had forgotten how to live. Her eyes, wide with terror and helplessness, had seen the end come. She, along with countless others, had vanished into the abyss, swallowed by the unforgiving land that had become as merciless as the sky itself.
The survivors were few—too few to even count. In the blink of an eye, the world's population had been decimated, leaving only a fraction behind. 50 million. A number so small, so fragile, it felt like the last gasp of a dying species. And yet, those who remained were not the same as those who had lived before. They were changed—marked by the destruction they had witnessed, by the terror that still clung to their bones. They wandered the ruins of the old world, searching for meaning in a place that no longer made sense. But there was no meaning left. There was only survival, the raw, desperate need to keep moving forward, no matter the cost.
But this was no longer the world of cities, of technology, of human dominance. The land itself had transformed. It had become something alive, something that demanded adaptation. From the chaos emerged a new breed of human—the hunters. The survivors who had learned to adapt, to evolve with the unforgiving world around them. The ground beneath their feet pulsed with energy, an energy that fueled their evolution and unlocked powers beyond human understanding.
Dungeons began to appear—rifts, cracks in the fabric of reality, where the earth opened to reveal strange new worlds. Dangerous creatures, once confined to the pages of ancient myths, now roamed freely. The survivors who ventured into these dungeons were changed by them—either broken by their trials or empowered beyond measure.
But survival was no longer about rebuilding what had been lost. The world had evolved into something far more dangerous. Strange, otherworldly energies surged beneath the earth, creating rifts in reality—dungeons that appeared without warning. These dungeons were no mere structures—they were living, breathing trials of death. Within them roamed monstrous creatures and treacherous forces, each more terrifying than the last. And only those brave, or foolish, enough to enter these rifts stood a chance of gaining the strength needed to survive.
For the ordinary, survival had become nearly impossible. The world had become a jungle, ruled by gangs, factions, and ruthless groups fighting for control over the scraps of a dying world. People who lacked the strength to protect themselves were left at the mercy of the land, doomed to be consumed by it. They were powerless against the deadly monsters, the gangs, and the very environment itself.
But there was one group that held the power to change the course of the world—the Hunters. These individuals were different. They had evolved alongside the planet, tapping into the strange energy that flowed from the earth and the dungeons. Through blood, sweat, and countless trials, the Hunters gained powers beyond human comprehension—abilities that made them the new apex predators of this shattered world. They were the only ones who could venture into dungeons, face unimaginable creatures, and return with the power to reshape the land. Their choices were now the only ones that mattered.
In a world where survival was no longer a given, and where the land itself sought to swallow the weak, the fate of humanity rested in the hands of the Hunters. They controlled the remnants of civilization, wielded the power of the dungeons, and decided who lived and who perished. The rest were nothing more than pawns in a game they could never win. The world depended on the choices of those few who had the strength to survive.
Tower Dungeons.
The craters and caverns scattered across the wasteland were not mere anomalies. They were living, breathing entities—vast, dark worlds that stretched deep beneath the earth's surface, teeming with unimaginable horrors and treasures. Some dungeons were pockets of chaos, offering twisted creatures and deadly traps, while others held powers that could alter the very course of human fate, for those foolish enough to seek them out. But the price for such power was steep. Few returned from the deepest dungeons, and those who did often carried with them scars, both physical and mental, that would never heal.
Each dungeon was an enigma, owned by no one but those brave—or mad—enough to enter. To conquer one, to survive, was to claim it as your own. The strongest hunters ventured into them, only to be swallowed whole by the dark forces lying in wait below. Many died—some at the claws of the monsters that lurked in the shadows, others at the whim of the dungeon's own shifting, malevolent magic. But for the few who survived, the rewards were beyond imagination, and the world trembled at the stories they brought back from the depths.
But there was one who defied the odds.
Lu Yan.
At only 18 years old, Lu Yan, a half-Chinese, half-white American young man with sharp green eyes and striking white hair, was already a living legend. His facial features, sharp and defined, carried the weight of countless battles, a silent testimony to the harsh world he inhabited. The youngest to ever ascend to the rank of Dungeon Master, and one of the only three individuals to have reached the coveted SSS rank, Lu Yan was a force to be reckoned with in this broken world.
His status nickname known as by the people the "Strongest Summoner in the World" wasn't earned by chance. No, it was carved out through blood, sweat, and an unwavering determination to survive in a world that demanded nothing less than perfection. From F rank to SSS rank, his rise had been nothing short of extraordinary. Each step forward had been brutal, each victory hard-earned, and each dungeon conquered a testament to his indomitable will. He was known as a solo summoner, with no servant but Jian Mo watching his back, for his ability to navigate the darkest, most dangerous dungeons, returning with treasures, trophies, and stories that made even the strongest guilds tremble.
In the silence of a ruined biggest city, with a population of 1 million, inside a dimly lit apartment, New Jersey, Hobken, was a shadow of its former self, its crumbling remains a testament to a world left behind. Lu Yan sprang awake as his ancient alarm clock screamed into the dead silence of the morning. Today, he would attempt to conquer the second-to-last dungeon.
The hum of the alarm was the only sound that filled the room. His eyes snapped open—not sluggishly, but with the sharpness of someone who had long ago learned to live in a world where every moment could be his last.The hum was the only sound, His eyes opened, not with sluggishness but with the sharpness of someone who had long ago learned to live in a world where every moment could be his last.
The morning light filtered weakly through the cracked windows, casting long shadows over the cluttered room. Technology advanced Mana Weapons racks lined the walls, adorned with swords, daggers, and the bones of monsters—trophies from countless hunts. Broken armor, discarded but not forgotten, he rose, his gaze sharp as he seized the ancient armor—broken, yet unyielding, its edges telling stories of forgotten wars. The Techno-Melanin sword, forged from the ashes of the extinct high technology Earth civilization, as well as mixed with the Earth civilization of now lay in a heap on the floor, its dark energy pulsing. His torn, battle-worn clothes were scattered recklessly, a silent testament to the chaos he'd endured.
Lu Yan didn't need luxury. Survival was the only thing that mattered now.
With practiced efficiency, he tossed the thin blanket aside and stood, stretching his lean muscles. The chill of the morning air bit at his skin, but it didn't faze him. He was used to the cold, to the harshness of this ruined world. He moved toward the weapon rack with the calm certainty of someone who knew exactly what needed to be done.
His fingers brushed over the familiar hilts of his weapons, but he selected a technology sword and his book summoning
Lu Yan sat up, his mind already racing through the tasks ahead. He needed to assess his current strength—an upcoming battle with an Abyssal creature would test his limits. His gaze swept over the room before focusing on the familiar, worn interface in his mind.With a calm breath, he ordered, "System, open status."
[Dungeon System - Status Overview]
Name: Lu Yan
Age: 18
Level: 95
Class: Tree Summoner
Titles: Abyss Destroyer, King of Plants, Nature's Sovereign and etc..
Summoning Core:
• Heaven Tree: Queen of Nature, Shapeshifter, Tree of Life & Time, Verdant viper and etc...
Attributes:
• Strength: 30
• Agility: 20
• Endurance: 150
• Mana: 15,000
• Vitality: 100
• Intelligence: 200
• Luck: 5
Active Skills:
• Phantom Step (Lvl 9): Teleport 30 meters, leaving afterimages.
• Nether Burst (Lvl 8): Release a void surge, reshaping the battlefield. (35% Mana)
• Soul Entanglement (Lvl 7): Bind enemy's soul to the Heaven Tree, empowering the summon.
• Forest Domination (Lvl 6): Command an army of plant creatures.
Passive Skills:
• Tree Bond: +20% stats from Heaven Tree.
• Nature's Breath: Health & Mana regen in forests.
• Abyss Adaptation: 15% damage reduction from Abyssal enemies.
Main Plant (Heaven Tree Combined of all Planets) - Core Abilities:
1. Shape of Eternity: Transform into weapons, shields, or vines.
2. Seed of Life: Grow new summons from planted seeds.
3. Chrono Bloom: Manipulate time within a small radius. (24-hour cooldown)
[To Unlock more level 100 Required ⚠️]
Summons:
• Heaven Tree: 30m tall, devours mana to grow.
• Verdant Viper: Poisonous, agile serpent.
• Titanwood Guardian: Massive, nearly indestructible.
and etc...
Title Bonuses:
• Abyss Destroyer: +25% damage vs. Abyssal monsters.
• King of Plants: +30% strength & agility for plant summons.
and etc...
"System, close status." Lu Yan commanded with precision.
Suddenly, a soft pulse of magic hummed from his wrist device, signaled the connection to his servant, Jian Mo.
"Master, everything is ready if anything happpen I can summon you through the artifact connection, linked through you," the familiar voice of his loyal servant echoed through the small communication orb. "The extraction of the artifact is prepared if any accident there is 2 chances to come back, be careful."
"Ok," Lu Yan replied, his voice cold and steady, devoid of emotion. "Prepare for the extraction. I'm heading into the last second dungeon. This one's deeper than any I've faced in weeks. Get the data feed ready, and Notice the Two Strongest, Lila and Fan Zhi, if anything bad happen within the dungeon the survival of our people, and and their future must be protected, for they are the foundation that keeps Our Civilization from falling apart.
A beat of silence passed before Jian Mo responded, his voice tinged with concern. "Understand Master and don't worry I will and Just Be careful! The energy levels are So High. You're dealing with something much worse than usual."
Lu Yan didn't respond immediately. He didn't need to. He knew the risks. He had always known them.
With one last look around the room, he slipped out of the apartment and into the chaotic, decaying streets outside. The air was thick with ash and the remnants of a once-thriving civilization. The city had long since fallen into ruin, its former splendor now a distant memory, buried beneath layers of dirt and decay. But for Lu Yan, this was home now. The remnants of humanity's past—broken, discarded—served as his battleground.
As he stepped into the streets, the world seemed to erupt. From every corner, every shattered window, voices screamed his name. "Lu Yan! You can do it!" "We believe in you!" "Go, Lu Yan, show them!" The shouts echoed through the ruins like a powerful wave, each word carrying the weight of hope and belief. The people, those few left, clung to him as their last hope, their voices lifting him higher, pushing him forward.
The ground beneath his feet trembled, a low hum vibrating through the earth. The dungeon's presence was already known. It called to him, a siren song of danger, mystery, and reward. The entrance was not far—just a few miles deeper into the Wastes, a place where even the bravest hunters had fallen.
The closer Lu Yan came to the entrance, the stronger the vibrations became. The earth shook, and the wind howled, as if warning him to turn back. But Lu Yan wasn't one to heed warnings. Not now. Not when a challenge lay ahead.
[Dungeon 2 - The Abyssal Posion]
Objective :
Defeat all Main Boss Beasts.
Reward :
Unknown.
Rank A to S
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At last, the dungeon's entrance appeared before him—a massive stone archway, cracked and worn with age. It pulsed with dark energy, an unnatural glow seeping from the cracks, suffocating the air around it. This was no ordinary dungeon.
As he entered, The dungeon's core pulsed with full of dark energy, Every step Lu Yan took seemed to echo in the silent vastness, a warning to any creature that might be watching. The walls twisted and warped like living things, veins of violet light coursing through them, as if the dungeon itself was alive—watching, waiting.
This was no ordinary dungeon. This was a place where the weak were crushed, and only the strongest survived. Every floor was more dangerous than the last, with creatures from the deepest corners of existence lurking in every shadow. But for Lu Yan, this was where he thrived.
He had ventured deeper than most dared, and each new level of the dungeon tested him, pushed him to the edge. And yet, he was still standing. Stronger. More dangerous. But the deeper he went, the worse it became.
He stepped forward, his eyes scanning the dark corridors ahead. His senses were sharp, every nerve on high alert. He felt the presence of something enormous ahead—an S-Rank Posion Beast, one of the most dangerous to exist in these depths. The dungeon's malice thickened, swirling around him, the air almost suffocating.
Suddenly, a massive shadow shifted ahead. Lu Yan's eyes narrowed. He knew what this was. It was time to fight.
The creature emerged from the darkness with a terrifying roar, its massive form filling the hallway. Its body was covered in scales as dark as the night itself, glowing faintly with eerie, corrupted magic. Spikes protruded from its back, sharp enough to rip through steel. Its eyes burned with an unrelenting fury, its very presence radiating power.
The Posion Beast was a S rank one of the dungeon's apex predators, a monster of legendary status. Its power far surpassed anything Lu Yan had faced so far. But Lu Yan had something the beast didn't—experience. The beast rushed forward with an earth-shattering roar, its claws slashing the air with terrifying speed.
But Lu Yan was faster.
He moved before the beast could land a blow, his body a blur of motion as he darted to the side. His sword flashed with deadly precision, cutting through the beast But its skin was so tough, and the sword only left a shallow scratch.
The beast hissed, enraged, and swung its claws again. This time, Lu Yan was ready. He ducked low, rolling forward and closing the gap in an instant. The monster roared again, its massive tail sweeping through the air in a deadly arc. But Lu Yan was already behind it, his sword slashing through the air in a graceful, calculated arc.
At that moment, the Heaven Plant responded to his call. Ethereal tendrils erupted from the ground, wrapping around the beast's limbs with lightning speed. The vines constricted, their ancient power draining the creature's life force as they tightened.
The Heaven Plant and his sword pierced the beast's side with a sickening crack, the dark magic around it flaring in agony. The creature howled, but it wasn't enough. Lu Yan didn't hesitate. He twisted the blade, sinking it deeper into the creature's heart. The monster's resistance faltered.
With a final roar, the beast collapsed, disintegrating into a cloud of dark smoke that was sucked into the dungeon walls, its power absorbed by the cursed place.
Lu Yan stood over the remains, breathing evenly, his eyes calculating. The battle had been hard, but he knew the deeper he went, the stronger the monsters would be. His sword hummed with dark energy, still dripping with the essence of the beast.
But there was no time to rest.
The dungeon was far from done with him. The deeper he went, the more powerful the creatures would become. He had barely scratched the surface.