Daniel Thompson
Stories
13
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4,688
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1.4 M
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“How’s Necron?” Alice asked as Victor’s sight returned to the Grand Dungeon, and he looked around. “Complicated.” Victor turned to Alice with his many blue eyes. “What did you call me back for?” He did a checkup on everything. Behind them was a literal sea of islands, spreading to the nonexistent horizon like a coral reef into the ocean’s darkest depths. The island they currently stood on was rather grand, easily the size of a large city covered in lush grassland and picturesque lakes. A…
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Garry didn’t know what he expected death to be like as he gazed upon his dead body. There were many tales throughout the continent. Some believed there was nothing after death; others believed in the gods or utopias in the skies. Those blessed by spirits thought they were chosen and would be looked after at the end of their days. Turned out they were all wrong. Garry wasn’t a blessed man. In fact, he was far from it. Despite his life on the high seas, he had little opportunity to fight or level any…
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The Necron throne room in Andrew’s white stone palace was packed with a mixture of undead and people. A heavy silence suffocated the room as everyone gazed upon the empty throne usually occupied by Andrew. Almost all of the three hundred surviving residents of Necron that lived here full time cast nervous glances between Andrew and Toby, who took up most of the space. Everyone present believed the town was owned by either Andrew or Toby, but to think they had a superior sent shivers down their spines.…
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Constantine felt cold as he opened his eyes. He was greeted by frosted metal and a little window. Taking a deep breath, he groaned as sterile air filled his lungs and a monstrous headache overtook his mind. Waking up after death was never a pleasant experience—one he had avoided for over a few decades. Nevertheless, he flexed his fingers as he felt the numbness throughout his body slowly dissipate. Then a hiss of machinery reverberated through the metal pod he found himself floating in as a large needle…
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The sky was a dull orange as dense smoke suffocated the town. Toby stepped out of the dust cloud and loomed over the humans. His head reached the top of a few still-standing buildings, which gave him a perfect viewpoint to locate his master’s target. Constantine felt the Demon King’s gaze bore into him. Reaching into the confines of his robe, he retrieved a purple gem. Spatial mana wafted off the hefty rock like steam from boiling water. Constantine channeled some mana into the gem, but to his…
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Like a puppet cut from its strings, Toby’s entire body went limp and tumbled to the ground, causing a wave of gravel to surge at the group of knights surrounding the Hacker. The knights’ armor easily shrugged off the flying rocks, and the warhorses used their translucent mana to bring up rippling shields across their forms. Victor debated helping his lumbering giant, but it was far too risky with the Hacker present. Deciding to watch for now, he continued monitoring through Toby’s eyes. Toby’s…
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The terror attacks were only the beginning. After putting out all the fires that Toby could see, the screaming never stopped. The bells still rang eerily throughout the chaotic town, and smoke obscured the sky. Through the undead network, he could hear a lot of discussion in the distance; focusing on the chatter, Toby concluded that citizens were being slaughtered near the Eshnar gate. Breaking out into another sprint, Toby was grateful his body never tired—only his mind felt the weight of his failure.…
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Clouds of dense black smoke bellowed over the center of Necron. The constant ringing of bells masked people’s hysterical screams and shouts—Toby increased his pace and charged down the Eshnar toll road, which had come to a standstill. Some merchants prepared to return and escape the chaos, while others tried to push to the front of the long queue. As Toby thundered past like an escaped rhino, horses tried to jolt back, causing their owners to shout with rage as they attempted to relax their skittish…
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Victor had already confirmed during his Grand Dungeon adventure that the more extreme the environment, the more mana required by the dungeon to create it. So perhaps unsurprisingly, floors seventy to eighty, made entirely out of gems of every type, were tiny compared to the arctic floors, with each floor only taking a few days to traverse. Nevertheless, it took Victor only a month to get to the eightieth floor, where a spire of encrusted gems shimmered like a rainbow beacon and dominated the land. Without…
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The dim room lit up with an azure blue as an expansive runic formation engraved into the dull green metal floor sprung to life—the old computer blue-screened, and a green laser scanned the entire room like something out of a sci-fi movie. There was a flash of mana, and everyone found themselves back outside, surrounded by endless emerald-rolling hills littered with golden petals and wandering golems. “Okay, what the hell was that?” Alice said, and Victor also wanted to know the answer. Shaking…
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