Chapter 10: Invaders In The Domain!
The world outside Ragnar’s dungeon was silent, but his phone was screaming.
A single, stark notification had taken over the screen, its red text pulsing like a final warning.
[The 30-day Pseudo-Peace Period will end in 24 hours.]
[All invader restrictions will be lifted. Prepare your Domain.]
[Good luck.]
"’Good luck’," Ragnar scoffed, tossing the phone onto his obsidian throne.
"It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?"
For the last month, his dungeon had been his entire universe. He had worked with a feverish, obsessive intensity he hadn’t known he possessed.
The lazy, ambitionless university student was a ghost, a forgotten memory. In his place was a Dungeon Master, a Game Designer, and a General, all rolled into one deeply stressed and sleep-deprived package.
He stood at the entrance of his dungeon, near the hero-healing fountain of the Rest Area, and surveyed his masterpiece of calculated violence.
He had spent every last Creation Point, every scrap of his regenerating Domain Points, to turn this place into a perfectly calibrated machine for farming experience points.