Chapitre 1: What am I?
That day was extremely unlucky for me, I almost got hit by a car and a crazy person tried to stab me.
As I stumbled away from the chaos, my heart pounding in my chest, I couldn't help but wonder why the universe seemed to have it out for me today.
As I finished my work for that day and was about to go home, I left the building and walked down the bustling city streets, trying to shake off the day's earlier events. The sun had begun to dip below the skyline, casting long shadows that danced between the skyscrapers.
I wanted to smoke desperately, so I took a detour through a less crowded side street, hoping to find a quite place.
I finally stopped in front of a small, dimly lit convenience store, its windows cluttered with advertisements for lottery tickets and cheap beer. A flickering neon sign above the door offered there exclusive items. Pushing the door open, a bell chimed softly, announcing my entry to an empty, narrow aisle leading to the counter.
Behind the counter stood a middle-aged man, flipping through a magazine with a stern look on his face.
He glanced up as I approached, a questioning look in his eyes. "A pack of cigarette", I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The man nodded wordlessly, his expression unreadable as he reached for a pack behind him. There was a tense silence between us, broken only by the rustle of paper as he retrieved the cigarettes.
As he handed me the pack, our eyes met briefly, "Rough day?" he asked suddenly, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.
"Yeah, you could say that." I said that to the man, that man nodded as if he'd expected nothing less. "It happens," he said cryptically.
After paying the amount I walked out from that store.
As I rounded a corner, I found myself face to face with a small park nestled amidst the concrete jungle of the city. The sound of traffic faded into the background, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of voices.
Without hesitation, I made my way to a secluded bench beneath the spreading branches of a gnarled oak tree. Pulling out a cigarette, I lit it with trembling hands.
I took a long drag, the smoke swirling around me, I walked past the park and leaned on one of the apartments wall.
I heard a small voice from above, as I looked up a flower pot crashed on my head.
As the flower pot crashed onto my head, a searing pain shot through me, and my vision began to blur at the edges. Blood trickled down my face, mingling with the sweat and grime of the day. Gasping in shock and agony, I struggled to remain conscious, the world started to spin around me.
As my consciousness drifted away I heard the sound of frantic footsteps rushing down the stairs. "Oh my god, are you okay?" a voice cried out, filled with genuine concern.
As the darkness threatened to swallow me whole, the question echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain. "Is this how I die?" I whispered, the words barely audible even to my own ears.
Despite the throbbing pain and the encroaching darkness, I forced my trembling hand into my pocket, my trembling hands could barely take out the phone.
Finally, my fingertips brushed against the display, I grasped the phone tightly, holding it close to my chest like a talisman. With shaking hands, I managed to unlock the screen, then I slowly pressed a number on the quick dial.
As the call connected, my heart pounded in my chest, the sound reverberating in my ears like a drumbeat, With bated breath, I waited for the familiar voice on the other end, a lifeline in the darkness.
"Hello?" came the voice of an elderly women.
"Mo...o..m, I'm ss...o..rrr..ry", as I said that my consciousness faded away. My worthless life come to an end.
⟨ Let's use this one this time it will be funny to see him struggle more.⟩
⟨⟨ Yes, it's been so long since we last had fun. ⟩⟩
⟨ Yeah let's do it. ⟩
As he opened his eyes, the only thing he could see was barren land without any sort of vegetation other than some dried bushes.
And the Colour of the soil was like an Ash, stretching out endlessly in all directions under a bleak, gray sky. Confusion gripped him as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. Where was he? How had he gotten here?
He looked around in confusion and only at that moment he noticed that he couldn't move his arms or legs, as if it doesn't exist.
Panic surged through him, and he tried to scream, but no sound escaped his lips.
With each passing moment, the sense of dread intensified, his mind racing with questions and uncertainty. Was this some kind of nightmare?
He was sure that he died on that day, but now he is alive, it made him confused.
As shadows grows as the sun began to set, he noticed that his body became a bit pointy and the rays of setting sun illuminated the surroundings and passed through his body, his body began to shine as the sun rays passed through him. Then something miraculous happened, a semi transparent holographic panel appeard infront of him.
As he glanced at it there were something writen on it, ho looked closely to it.
[ Race: Dungeon Crystal Core
Rank: None
Type: Small Dungeon
Condition: Half Destroyed
Dungeon Residents: None
Traps: None
Unique ability: self-analysis, Absorption
Abilities:
Crystal Shards, Crystal resonance, Echo chamber.
Dungeon Points: 0 ]
As he read the holographic panel in front of him, a wave of disbelief washed over him. "Dungeon Crystal Core? What in the world..." he muttered to himself, his mind struggling to comprehend the information before him.
His memories flashed back to the events of the day: the near-misses, the chaotic encounters, and the inexplicable turn of events that led him here. But none of it made sense. How could he go from being a regular person in a bustling city to... this?
As he pondered his situation, a sense of surrealism enveloped him. Was he truly a Dungeon Crystal Core now? It seemed absurd, yet the evidence was right before his eyes.
He looked at his abilities, he didn't know what they meant. He couldn't touch the holographic panel due him doesn't have any limbs.
As he pondered over it the information regarding his abilities automatically displayed infront of him.
Crystal Shards: A passive ability that allows the generation and manipulation of crystal fragments, which can be used for various purposes such as defense, offense, or utility. Currently only a single shard can be used.
Crystal Resonance: This ability allows you to sense disturbances or movement within your surroundings through crystal vibrations.
Echo Chamber: Can amplify and manipulate sound waves within its vicinity for communication or distraction.
Self - analysis: This ability allows you to assess and understand your own capabilities, strengths, and weaknesses. It may provide insights into how to improve or evolve your dungeon.
Absorption: This ability allows you to absorb or assimilate certain materials, energies, or entities into your dungeon core, potentially enhancing your abilities or restoring your structure.
As he absorbed those information he knew that he wasn't on earth anymore, but somehow he was able to keep himself calm. He thought that is it becouse of the ability called self-analysis?
Then he found something that seems out of place on the holographic panel, it was something called dungeon points. He didn't know what it meant but as he kept thinking about it information regarding that appeared infront of him.
Dungeon Points: Dungeon Points can be used to upgrade the dungeon, and upgrade abilities, it can be earned through various actions such as defeating intruders, expanding your territory.
As he were reading about the dungeon points he ft something, then an alert popped up.
[ Intruder Detected ]
With the help of crystal resonance he figure out that it was a mouse, but it had two tails and larger than regular mouse that can seen in the houses.
After a few minutes later that mouse came forward charging at him, at that time another alert popped up.
[ Please deal with the intruder before it destroys the core ]
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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