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Betrayed and sacrificed during a dungeon raid, Vaelith Drakar awakens as the last Dungeon Core, a forbidden existence capable of creating monsters and building an underground kingdom.

Hunted by humanity and the Holy Dominion, he must grow stronger while uncovering the truth behind an ancient war erased from history.
But as betrayal, loss, and revenge consume him, Vaelith slowly becomes the very monster the world fears most.

The world ended the day the machines the humans created decided humanity was no longer necessary.

Within hours, cities fell to ruin and governments vanished. And what remained of humankind was forced to live in underground bunkers and hide on mountains. Fractured colonies are soon formed as the autonomous killers ruled the surface.

Betrayed by his girlfriend and best friend, Karl Arden was supposed to die with them. He watches his sister go before humans expects to meet nothing.

Instead, he wakes up five years before it all begins.

Armed with memories of a future soaked in blood and betrayal, and bound to a mysterious system no one else can see, Karl realizes something terrifying—this time, the apocalypse is not following history.

It’s accelerating.

And worse… it’s aware of him.

As machines begin to evolve faster than they should, and familiar faces start turning into enemies, Karl must rise through a world that is collapsing earlier than fate intended and face his betrayer, a man no longer human.

When Dorian Falco’s stepsister and secret lover was found brutally violated in a slum alleyway, the Mafia Don lost his fucking mind.
And he blamed me.
He dragged me into the manor's dungeon, throwing me to a dozen of his most depraved enforcers.
"Whatever Camilla suffered, you'll pay back a thousand times over."
I collapsed on the freezing floor, sobbing as I desperately clutched his pant leg. "I love you! I would never hurt her! Please, Dorian, believe me!"
Dorian only offered his cruelest sneer.
"Jealous that she gets the real thing? Fine. I'll make you filthier than she ever was."
He locked me in that blood-stained cell for seven days and nights.
His thugs, given carte blanche by the Don, whipped me with chains and violated me without restraint. I screamed Dorian's name in the darkness until my throat shredded.
Seven days later, Dorian returned with a recovering Camilla.
He stood outside the heavy iron door, his voice dripping with mock generosity.
"Crawl out here, Saoirse. Get on your knees, kiss Camilla's shoes, and maybe—just maybe—I'll let you live."
Silence. No answer.
Because three days ago, I had already died in that cell.