A young boy sat alone in the corner of his small, dark apartment.
His knees were drawn to his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around them as if holding himself together could keep the pieces of his shattered world from falling apart.
"Sob Sob Sob..."
His sobs came quietly at first, but the weight of his grief grew heavier with each passing second.
Shan was his name, a boy on the cusp of manhood, yet in that moment, he was just a child who had lost everything.
The memory of the accident haunted him, replaying in his mind with cruel clarity.
His mother's laughter, his father's comforting hand on his shoulder…
And then the Dungeon's collapse.
The cries.
The silence.
Now they were gone.
"I don't want to be alone,"
He whispered into the emptiness.
But there was no reply.
The outside, the world was no longer the one he had known.
(10 Years Ago)
The day had begun as any other.
The sun rose lazily over the horizon, casting golden light onto a world filled with mundane chaos.
People went about their lives, commuting, working, shopping, warring.
Some fought for glory, some for survival.
Life, as always, was a blend of beauty and brutality.
Then one day...
It came.
The light.
It started as a single point, blinding and pure, tearing through the sky with unnatural intensity.
The air grew heavy.
The very earth trembled.
And as people looked up, they saw them, enormous circles of radiant energy descending from above.
There were hundreds.
No, a thousands.
They covered the heavens like celestial sentinels, watching, waiting.
For a moment, silence.
And then…
Nothing.
...
Life resumed.
The circles hung motionless, and the world moved on as though nothing had happened.
But something 'had' happened.
Far to the south, in the icy heart of Antarctica, six explorers trudged through blinding snow.
Their mission was simple, geological surveys and climate data.
The wind howled around them, biting at their exposed skin despite layers of protection.
"John, are you seeing this?"
The woman in the lead stopped, her breath clouding the air as she peered into the distance.
"See what?"
John, her partner, asked, stepping beside her.
She pointed with a trembling hand.
"There... Mountains."
John squinted.
"That's impossible. There are no mountains here."
"Look again."
The peaks rose tall and jagged, black against the blinding white.
They loomed like ancient guardians, and something about them felt… wrong.
"Am I hallucinating?" Elise whispered. "I'm not tripping, am I?"
Another team member laughed nervously.
"If you are, we all are."
"We have to report this immediately!"
The radio crackled as they relayed their discovery.
"This is Team Polaris. We have a visual of a new land-"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Came the sharp response.
"A new land? Are you high?"
"But, sir-"
"No! I'm not hearing this f*cking nonsense! Finish your sweep and get back! You understand?!"
"Sigh, yes sir, copy."
Before Elise could finish the call, a sound filled the air, not a sound, but a voice.
It was vast.
It was terrible.
It spoke with the weight of worlds, and it echoed in the bones of every living thing.
"All lesser planets have been combined. All of you lesser beings have also been blessed with power to survive!"
"Be grateful! We, the gods, have made this planet you call 'Earth' as the anchor of the 50th High Realm."
"GOOD."
"LUCK."
...
The voice faded.
For one breathless moment, the world stood still.
Then life just resumed.
No one panicked.
The idea of a divine proclamation was absurd in a world ruled by reason and science.
News anchors smirked, conspiracy theorists reveled, and the masses shrugged it off as a trick prank.
There was no mass hysteria.
Instead, the world turned to its screens, its papers, its pundits.
All topics all over the world news and even in social medias spread like wild fires,
"Greatest Prank in History?"
"Mysterious Voice Baffles Scientists"
"New Antarctica Landmass? Experts Laugh Off 'Ridiculous' Claims. "
"Global Prank? Mysterious Voice Stuns the World!"
"Who Is Behind the Cosmic fake news?"
"Experts Weigh In New Landmass in Antarctica? Scientists Dismiss saying Ludicrous Claims"
People all over the world commented on the news, some are giving their personal opinion, some are arguing.
"This is a coordinated fake news!"
One commentator declared.
"There's no evidence of any celestial phenomena."
"Who has the resources for something like this?"
Another demanded.
But...
No one considered the truth.
THE WORLD HAVE CHANGED.
(1 Month Later)
(Mt. Elbrus, Russia)
A lone herdsman drove his sheep along the foothills of Mount Elbrus.
The cold bit at his nose and fingers, but he paid it no mind.
His coat was thick, his scarf wrapped tight.
He whistled a low tune, the kind his grandmother used to sing.
"Vydi, vydi v rozh' vysokuyu!~"
"Tam do nochki pogozhu~"
" A zavizhu chernookuyu – Vse tovary razlozhu~"
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
Suddenly, the ground trembled.
He stopped, heart hammering.
Baa! Baa! BAA!
"Baa-aaa! Baa-aaa! BAA-AAAH!"
The sheep bleated in panic, scattering as a deep rumble shook the earth.
Snow and rock slid down the mountainside, and from the fissures that split the ground, flames burst into the sky.
"Blyat!"
He swore, backing away.
ROOOOOAAAAAARRRR!
A roar followed, a sound that was not of this world.
He turned, his breath catching in his throat.
Something massive moved within the flames.
Three heads, their eyes burning like molten gold, emerged from the smoke.
Scales as black as night reflected the firelight, and great leathery wings unfolded with a crack of thunder.
The herdsman fell to his knees.
"Zmey Gorynych... "
He whispered.
"Mother of God, it's Zmey Gorynych!"
At a nearby military outpost, Lieutenant Andrei Volkov stared at the monitor in disbelief.
Static crackled in his earpiece as reports poured in.
"Command, this is Delta Seven. We... We have… we have a situation!"
"What kind of situation?"
A gruff voice replied.
"There's… something. It's-"
"Spit it out, Lieutenant!"
"A dragon, sir. Three heads. It's destroyin-"
"A what?"
Volkov swallowed hard, wiping sweat from his brow.
"I said… a dragon. It's-"
"Are you drunk?"
"No, sir! It's real! It's right there!"
Krrrrrk...! Krrk...! Krrrk...!
The connection cut out.
Outside, the dragon's roar shook the ground.
Volkov gripped his rifle tighter, his knuckles white.
"Oh God help us all..."
He muttered.
(1 Month Ago)
(Northern part of Greenland)
The night had fallen.
The wind howled across the icy plains, carrying with it the bitter cold of a dying sun.
A group of fishermen huddled around a small fire, their breath misting in the air.
"I tell you,"
One said, his voice thick with a Danish accent,
"it's a prank. A big one. The circles in the sky, the voice of some rich bastard with too much time on his hands."
Another man chuckled.
"Aye, maybe Elon Musk finally lost it."
"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!"
They laughed, the sound brittle and uneasy.
Then the sea began to move.
The waves rose, though there was no wind.
The fire sputtered out as a sudden chill gripped the air, colder than death itself.
"Hey… what's that?"
The first man stood, squinting at the water and using his flashlight.
His heart raced as a figure emerged from the depths a woman, or something like a woman.
Her dark hair clung to her pale skin, and her eyes… her eyes glowed with an unearthly light.
LAAAHHH~
LAAHH~
LA~ LA~
LAAAHHHHH~
She opened her mouth, and a song poured forth, haunting, beautiful, and terrible.
The men froze.
One by one, they walked into the sea.
They did not scream.
In a small room in Nuuk, a young girl clutched a radio, her eyes wide with curiosity.
She listened as the voice of a survivor, trembling and broken, told of Sedna, Mother of the sea.
"She sang to us,"
He whispered.
"She sang, and we went to her… And we... W-"
"Hello?"
The young girl replied, but suddenly interrupted by her mother.
"What are you doing? It's time to eat."
"Yey!"
(Lake Victoria, Africa)
The sun burned high above Lake Victoria, its golden rays glittering on the water's surface.
A fisherman named Juma cast his net, humming softly as he worked.
Suddenly, the water rippled.
"Eh?"
He peered down, his brows furrowing.
The ripples grew.
Then, with a surge that sent his boat rocking, a massive shape broke the surface.
A serpent, its scales like dark glass, coiled and twisted.
Horns jutted from its head, and its eyes, deep as midnight, fixed on him.
Juma dropped his net.
"Mungu wangu…"
He paddled furiously, heart pounding, but the serpent dove back into the depths without a sound.
Later, when the village elders gathered, they spoke the name in hushed tones,
"Grootslang."
(South Pacific)
In the South Pacific, a Brazilian navy vessel patrolled calm waters under a crimson sky.
The crew moved with the ease of men accustomed to the sea, until a shadow fell over them.
"Capitão,"
A young sailor said, his voice shaking,
"there's.... There's something..."
"What?"
The captain turned, his eyes narrowing.
A ship, ancient and rotting, glided toward them.
Its sails, torn and blackened, moved without wind.
A chill settled over the deck.
"No! One! Move! "
the captain shouted.
They didn't.
They couldn't.
A whisper floated across the water, carried on a breeze that smelled of death.
They called it.
"The Flying Dutchman. "
(Tasman sea, South Pacific Ocean)
Out there off the tasman sea, a seasoned Australian fisherman, worked as usual.
The sun was blazing down on him, the salty breeze in his hair, and the ocean calm beneath him.
He had a rhythm to his work casting the net, pulling it in, always steady, always calm.
The sea was his home.
But today… something was not right.
He threw the net out again, but this time, the water did not feel right.
It was too still.
Too quiet.
He squinted at the surface, his gut tightening.
"Oi, what in the bloody hell's goin' on?"
He muttered to himself, frowning as he leaned over the side of the boat.
Then he saw it, a shadow, big and dark, moving underneath.
Not a fish, not a shark, but something far worse.
He stepped back, his heart starting to race.
"Nah, nah... What is this?"
He whispered under his breath, gripping the side of the boat.
Before he could react, the water exploded.
Ships, no, not ships, but something out of his worst nightmares floats in the sea.
Bones, twisted and jagged, held together by some dark force.
They weren't made of wood or metal like the usual boats.
They were...
Wrong.
His mouth went dry, his hands shaking as he stumbled back.
"What in God's name..."
The ships surrounded him, eerily silent.
But in the distance, he saw it.
A figure, standing tall on one of the boats, green-skinned, their body covered in the bones of its victims.
Its eyes were black, empty there was nothing human about it at all.
He froze.
He couldn't move.
His legs wouldn't work.
Then, that voice.
Low, like a growl, but with a hiss.
"Stay... stay... Away... "
It rasped.
His heart skipped a beat.
Every instinct screamed at him to get the hell outta there, but his body just wouldn't listen.
The creature clambered onto his boat, its movements faster than he could comprehend.
He tried to shout, but the words wouldn't come.
"HELP! MEE!"
"IT! HUUUURTS!"
"ARGGGGH!"
"He He He Humans... So Gooood~"
The Goblin, as it was called, began pulling the bones of his fallen comrades from his boat, adding them to its grotesque, a bone-ridden ship.
"He He He~"
He could do nothing.
His throat was dry, his hands stiff.
The terror took over.
And then, as quickly as it came, it was gone.
The ship disappeared into the sea, leaving him alone on the water, heart pounding, barely able to believe what he just seen.
Later, when he tried to tell the villagers, they just looked at him like he had lost it.
But the whispers began.
The name spread like wildfire.
"Goblin. "
They'd say, shuddering.
He didn't need to say another word.
He had seen it.
He knew what was real.
And after that he never set foot in those waters again.
All of them are called,
'Monstrum.'
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INFORMATIONS
DUNGEON
-Is a sudden and catastrophic phenomenon that changed the world forever. Appearing without warning, it consists of mysterious rifts, fissures, and portals scattered across the planet, leading to alternate dimensions and hostile realms.
-Origin:
The Dungeon's origin is unknown, but it's believed to be tied to ancient forces or gods, marking the beginning of a new, dangerous era on Earth.
SEDNA
- Species: Mermaid
- Age: Ancient
- Level: S
- Powers: Water manipulation, marine alpha, mind control, blood list
- Location: Northern Greenland
- Short Story:
Sedna is a powerful, half-humanoid, half-marine deity that emerged from the depths of the ocean after the Dungeon's arrival. She commands the creatures of the sea, and her haunting song lures people into the waters. As the Mother of the Sea, she is both revered and feared, a force of nature in the newly reshaped world.
ZMEY GORYNYCH
- Species: Dragon
- Age: Ancient
- Level: S+
- Powers: Fire-breathing, regeneration, immense strength, flight
- Location: Mount Elbrus, Russia
- Short Story:
Zmey Gorynych is a terrifying, multi-headed dragon that terrorizes the Russian lands. With three heads capable of breathing fire or poison, it is an unstoppable force of destruction. Despite many attempts to defeat it, the dragon regenerates its heads and continues to ravage everything in its path.
GROOTSLANG
- Species: Serpent
- Age: 150 years
- Level: S
- Powers: intelligent, enhance speed, immense strength, poison
- Location: Lake Victoria, Africa
- Short Story:
Grootslang is a serpent-like creature with the horns of an elephant, born from the depths of the earth after the Dungeon's upheaval. Its powers over the land and water are immense, and it guards Lake Victoria as its territory. A law was passed to keep people away from the lake, as any attempt to disturb the creature results in death.
THE FLYING DUTCHMAN
- Species: Ghost
- Level: A+
- Age: Unknown
- Powers: Mind control, physical immunity, ghostly presence
- Location: South Pacific Ocean
- Short Story:
The Flying Dutchman is a massive, ghostly ship that appeared off the coast of Brazil, radiating a crushing aura of power. Its mere presence paralyzes anyone nearby, leaving them motionless with terror. It is said to be an omen of doom, drifting silently across the waters as if on a cursed voyage.
GOBLIN
- Species: Goblin
- Level: E
- Age: 1-30 years
- Powers: Enhanced speed, bone smith
- Location: Tasman sea
Information:
Goblin is a terrifying green-skinned creature who appeared in the tasman sea, assembling ships from the bones of its victims. This creature has a twisted, malevolent nature, using its raw strength to capture and kill anyone who dares enter its territory. The Goblin's gruesome handiwork is legendary, as it creates macabre floating ships from the bones of its foes.