The world was a game.
At least, that's what Haruto believed. It was the perfect escape. The glowing screens, the
endless quests, and the exhilarating rush of defeating pixelated monsters. Nothing in the world
compared to the thrill of playing.
That was until the world itself cracked open before him.
One moment, he was sitting in his room, controller in hand, eyes glued to the screen. The next,
a swirling black circle appeared before him, expanding rapidly. Haruto blinked. His body felt
light, as if gravity itself had betrayed him. The last thing he heard was the dissonant hum of his
game's soundtrack warping into an eerie silence. Then, everything went black.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the faintest glow—soft, pulsing. The
ground beneath him was cold stone, uneven and rough. His head throbbed, and his limbs
ached. Panic gripped him for a moment, but then the familiar sights of a dungeon filled his
vision. He wasn't in his room anymore. This wasn't his home. This wasn't a game.
This was real.
Haruto staggered to his feet, heart pounding. The dungeon stretched endlessly around
him—high, imposing walls, labyrinthine corridors, and dark, oppressive shadows. He could hear
faint sounds echoing from the distance—shuffling, growling, something stirring in the darkness.
He wasn't sure what it was, but it wasn't friendly.
"Is this some kind of... dream?" he muttered, voice shaking. "This... this can't be real."
He reached out, touching the stone wall. It was cold, solid, unforgiving. It didn't feel like a
dream. His chest tightened. The air smelled stale, musty, like something ancient and forgotten.
Suddenly, a low growl sounded behind him. He whirled around, but nothing was there—only the
deep, oppressive silence that had settled in the dungeon.
This can't be real... It just can't. He tried to convince himself. Maybe he had fallen asleep in front
of his game, his mind lost in some strange dream.
But his thoughts were interrupted by the ground shaking. The wall ahead cracked open, and
something moved within it. A figure emerged—a dark silhouette, tall and imposing, with glowing
red eyes.
A monster.
Haruto froze. His heart skipped a beat. He backed up slowly, but the figure didn't seem to
move—at first. It was as if it was studying him, sizing him up. The growl came again, louder this
time, and the creature lunged forward.
Adrenaline surged through Haruto's veins. I have to run.
He spun on his heel and ran blindly down the corridor. His feet were uncoordinated, his breath
coming in ragged gasps as he sprinted into the labyrinth. Behind him, the monster's footsteps
grew louder, echoing against the stone walls. The distance between them closed with every
step.
But then, just as Haruto felt the creature's presence looming too close, the ground beneath him
shifted. He tripped and fell, tumbling head over heels before crashing into a wall. Pain shot
through his body, but there was no time to react. He pushed himself up and kept running.
The labyrinth twisted and turned, the air growing heavier with each step. Haruto's chest burned,
his legs aching, but he didn't dare stop. Behind him, the creature's growls were relentless.
Then, just as he reached a corner, something strange happened. The monster stopped pursuing
him. It had been right behind him—he could feel its hot breath on his neck—but now, nothing.
Silence.
Haruto risked a glance over his shoulder. The corridor was empty.
For a moment, everything felt unreal, like the world was holding its breath.
But he didn't stop. He couldn't. The fear, the panic, everything he had experienced so far,
clawed at him. This can't be real. It just can't be. He repeated the mantra over and over, even as
his body refused to slow.
He kept running.
Hours Later
Haruto had long since lost track of time. He had no idea how much time had passed since he
first found himself in the dungeon. He didn't even know where he was anymore. The walls all
looked the same. Every path he took seemed to loop back on itself. It was maddening.
After what felt like an eternity, he collapsed against a stone pillar, panting, his body covered in
sweat. His legs screamed in protest, but his mind was foggy. His thoughts felt like a tangled
mess, his only drive to keep moving, to keep running from something that may or may not even
be real.
I just need to find a way out. This can't be real. It can't.
But as he tried to collect his thoughts, something caught his eye. On the ground, lying in a
puddle of filth, was a strange, glowing crystal. Its pale light flickered in the dimness like a
beacon.
Haruto hesitated. His instincts screamed at him to avoid it, but his curiosity pushed him forward.
The crystal felt warm to the touch. He picked it up cautiously, holding it in his hand.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then the crystal pulsed, brighter than before.
Before Haruto could react, a voice—cold, commanding—echoed through the air, filling the
space around him. It wasn't coming from the crystal. No, this voice came from everywhere.
"You are trapped here, mortal. There is no escape. Only the dungeon remains."
Haruto's heart skipped in his chest. The voice sent a shiver down his spine. He dropped the
crystal, but the glow persisted, burning brighter. Trapped?
The voice continued, its tone ominous. "You may try to fight, but the dungeon will not
release you. Only by defeating the guardians of each floor may you advance. The deeper
you go, the stronger you will become. But beware... Some doors, once opened, cannot be
closed."
Suddenly, the floor beneath him trembled. The ground shifted, the walls closing in on him as the
dungeon seemed to come alive. A new presence stirred in the shadows.
Haruto gripped the stone pillar, trying to steady himself as the gravity of the words set in.
Trapped?
He wasn't dreaming. This was real.
He had no choice now.
Certainly! Here's a draft of Chapter 2 of Boundless Dungeon Trap at Level One Thousand
Floor. In this chapter, we'll delve deeper into Haruto's realization of his situation, his struggle to
survive, and the first steps toward uncovering the dungeon's true nature.