Hallo.
Ich möchte gerne eure Meinungen und Kritiken zu meiner neuen Geschichte, einer Fantasy-Webnovel lesen.
Rise of the once mightiest dungeon
Chapter 1: The lion cub
I can feel the power surging through my whole being.
I can feel the almighty Mana pulsating through my consciousness.
Yes! I am back again. I'm awake again. I am myself again. After 500 years of dark deep slumber below the surface in the earth where the Mana flows rich and plenty, I have absorbed enough magical energy to finally live again.
Now the great me, the once mightiest dungeon of all, will rise again. I will ascend from the below and with all my knowledge and wisdom I will again create the biggest, most dangerous and most sublime dungeon again. I will once again be the greatest being in existence and I will rule supreme over everyone and everything as I did before.
This time nothing will stop me. Again I will nurture myself on life energy and magical powers and grow from a humble form into one that will be remembered through all eternity.
I will feast.
I will conquer.
I will take revenge on the races that once defeated me.
I am revenge incarnate.
I am the once mightiest dungeon.
I am endless potential.
I am endless growth.
I am absolute power.
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I am so screwed.
I am so done.
I am the most unlucky magical being in the whole world.
I am the most pitiful sorry excuse of a victim there is.
Why has every god and even fate itself conspired against me? Why was I, the great me, punished beyond any redemption to absolute and utter defeat even though I resurfaced again? Why to all oblivion did they chose settle right above me?
Well, I think some explanations may be useful here. And yes, I sense you. You otherworldly beings with your intense stares and incomprehensible minds that are watching me suffer right now. You thought I wouldn't notice? Well I, the great me, did not become the most mighty and grandeur being in existence without learning a thing or two. And my sensibility to Mana, the magical energy and Prana, the energy of life is even now very high and accurate. Let's just say, I feel you staring at me and my misery. But nothing beyond that.May yo be a god, spirit or whatever, I feel, that you are not to trifle with me and my fate and as you are already watching me, I could talk to you as well, even if this conversation will be one sided. I could use someone to talk to right now.
Well, let's start at the beginning. As I introduced myself, I'm a dungeon. Not some shabby man-made cellar of stones and iron bars, but a genuine, natural formed and born dungeon. A magical entity with consciousness and a body... well my body right now is only a simple core, an orb of condensed magical energy, Mana, pressed and shaped into an almost perfect sphere of the size of a human head. More or less at least. This core contains my whole being at the moment. If it would be destroyed, I would be dead and this time without a way to come back
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