He walked down the street wearing typical school clothes and a backpack that was weighing down on his shoulders. His head hung down scared of looking up.

He had a black eye and dirtied clothes. A torn shirt and scruffy black hair. Eyes that if you look at them you will be captured by the endless nothingness that lie within them.

A girl who looked like she just got out of kindergarten ran into his left leg.

She started to weep.

"Mama! Mama!"

The girls mom ran over and picked her up into her arms. Cradling the young girl. The mother started to berate the boy.

The boy couldn't hear anything and didn't dare to look up.

He carried on walking.

The mother looked up at the sky.

Not just her but everyone started to look up at the sky.

Left and right. No one was looking down or around.

It was as if God was descending onto the earth. They couldn't possibly look down.

But the boy didn't notice.

His eyes still glued to the floor. Then he bumped into someone again and when the person didn't seem to notice him. The boy glanced up for just a second.

He witnessed the man staring at the sky. He looked around and saw everyone staring at the sky.

So the boy joined in and looked up. What he saw was beyond what words could describe.

'A crack in the sky?' the boy thought.

'An explosion?'the boy thought.

'A meteor?'the boy thought.

Yet these were all thoughts not the truth. The ground started to shake. And with his legs being weak he fell. A hard cold floor met with his head and blackness entered his eyes.

In the next moment screams entered his ears. Screams of his mother. His sister. And the sobbing of his grandfather.

Yes,this was his memory.

His father hit the boy again and again and again. A bottle to the head. Blood rushing down. The boy collapsed onto the floor. But the man didn't stop.

Kick after kick after kick...

His so-called relatives just watched and cried. Not intervening.

He hated them. A deep rooted hatred.

He had no tears left to give for a family that acted sad but were they really.

Who knows?

He didn't care. He hated them. He hated every single human. The one's that were better than him. The one's that breathed. Had joy. Had happiness. Had sadness. Had tears.

The ones that always seemed to have something to do.

If he could he would kill humans over and over and over again. He wanted a world without humans.

One ruled by the laws of nature. Kill or be killed. What the world should be. Not a world corrupted by the stupidness of humanity.

A terrifying image entered his mind for one last time.

[Do you wish to be an emperor?]

Those words haunted his mind but filled his dream.

If he could be an emperor he could make the rules and control the world.

A smile crept onto his face. The idea of humans kowtowing to him in fear and envy left him in bitter happiness. This was what he wanted. Total control.

He agreed.

His head went up and down. For the first time in his life he was actually happy.

The words on the hovering dark red screen changed.

[I wish you a happy adventure my emperor.]

His body was exalted in joy at the thought. But his body was gone. He died. His head cracked, didn't it?

So how was he going to be an emperor?

He didn't feel anything after the screen left him. Nothing changed. His life was replaying itself again and again. Over and Over.

How many times was it replayed. He couldn't count it. Every second. Every moment he memorised.

Because he couldn't do anything else. He couldn't move. He couldn't look down. He couldn't feel anything.

Then a horrifying blood red screen returned to him.

[Most suitable path to emperor has been chosen]

[Assimulating with chosen emperor]

[0%]

[5%]

[10%]

[50%]

[90%]

[99%]

[100%]

His life stopped replaying in front of him and everything returned to darkness.

Until the darkness was force out and he could open his eyes once again. The floor was different. It wasn't hard or cold. It was soft and muddy.

He got a grasp over his body after a rather long 10 minutes.

He stood up and looked around. It was just a small dirt hole just about big enough to fit him.

[Congratulations host you have been promoted to dungeon chief]

[Now let's begin our journey to emperor]

"Wh-what's going on? Wasn't I supposed to be an emperor? Not just a dumb stupid chief but an emperor. They were supposed to fear me.Look up at me. But what would they care about a chief."

[Host to get anything in life you must complete the requirements. To become an emperor you must upgrade your dungeon to SSS-rank]

"Why a dungeon?"

[It was the most suitable path for the host.]

"Am I still on earth?"

[No]

"Then where am I?"

[A perfect fantasy world according to your memories. A world with much to enjoy. And you can always corrupt monsters to become your slaves and listen to your every move.]

"But why me?"

[You are the most suitable to become an emperor and the one with the strongest desire.]

"But I'm in a dirt hole? How do I get to my dungeon?"

[Your in it]

"But how can anyone come in?"

[Your dungeon must absorb the surrounding Corruption.Once enough corruption is absorbed your dungeon shall reach the outside world.]

"But what do I do?"

[Different races and monsters including humans will come and raid your dungeon. Each human and species will have life energy wich can be changed into corruption.]

"Well what do I do now?"

[Please think for yourself host. I am but a guide to assist on your journey]

With that said he looked around and then looked down.

Beneath his feet in the center of the dirt hole lay a dark purple ball. It was small. Only about 10cm big. But it was growing.

"Is this the heart of my dungeon?"

He played many games and didn't feel the need to ask the question. He has played many games like this.

[Yes,host]

He tapped on the ball and so it appeared.

[Name:Bright Ashmore]

[Title:Dungeon Chief]

[Bloodline:human]

[Rank:F-]

[Strength:1]

[Agility:1]

[Defense:1]

[Intelligence:1]

[Mana:100]

[Corruption:8]

[Skills:none]

[Shop]

His index finger gravitated towards the shop and he clicked on it.

Many things appeared from traps to shops to monsters that range from a goblin to a dragon. Potions and medicine. He needed materials for the dungeon but he wanted everything in the shop.

[Host,the corruption has been thinned and a path to the world is opened.]

"But there is still dirt there?"

[The corruption has thinned but the new paths and rooms must be opened manually. It is recommended to corrupt your first monster.]