The Erotica Writer’s Guide to Taming a Dungeon Lord
Carol · Ongoing · 10 Chapters
About this book
I was an erotica writer, not a survivalist. Trapped in a horror game where wishes kill, everyone chose a safe death. Me? I wished to die in ecstasy, courtesy of the terrifying, mist-shrouded Boss. Now he's fixated on me, and the other players want me dead. To survive, I must uncover his tragic past... and maybe rewrite both our endings.
Chapter 1
The world shifted around me.
One moment I was somewhere else.
Welcome to the SSS-level dungeon: “Wish.”
Please select your cause of death.
The next, I was here.
My teammates materialized beside me, their faces pale with shock.
Then, he appeared.
A figure wreathed in a dense, churning black mist.
It clung to his head like a living shadow, hiding his features completely.
His presence felt wrong.
Deeply, fundamentally wrong.
“What the hell is this?!” Jake snarled.
His dyed yellow hair was a bright shock in the gloom.
“Some kind of stupid haunted house trick? You think this scares me? Pathetic!”
He’d been ranting since the game began.
The veterans in our group had tried to explain.
He refused to listen.
Now, fueled by fury, he lunged forward and shoved the mist-shrouded man.
“I said, let me out of—huh?”
His hand passed right through the figure’s chest.
As if pushing through cold smoke.
Jake stumbled back, staring at his own hand.
It began to dissolve.
Fingertips first, then the whole hand, unraveling into a fine crimson mist.
“What… what’s happening?”
“Help me! Someone, please!” he screamed, scrambling toward us on his knees.
His pleas were cut short.
His entire body erupted.
A violent burst of red painted the cold stone floor.
A voice echoed through the chamber.
Mechanical.
Devoid of all feeling.
Death count: 1.
Current survivors: 7.
Keep up the good work, players.
The strange man hadn’t moved.
His flat, unchanging voice repeated the words.
Welcome to the SSS-level dungeon: “Wish.”
Please select your cause of death.
We stood frozen.
Silent.
Terrified.
Then, glowing text scrolled through the air beside us.
Like a live commentary feed from another world.
Damn. These players hit the worst luck. “Wish” has a zero percent clear rate. The hardest dungeon on record.
The boss grants every player’s wish. But always in the most horrific way possible.
Players meet the final boss right at the start. It makes everyone wish for their own death. Then it “kindly” makes that wish come true.
To survive, you have to find the one correct wish.
Even the top-ranked players have failed here. These rookies don’t look like much. How long do you think they’ll last?
We had just watched Jake die.
No one dared to speak.
The silence grew heavy.
Oppressive.
Finally, the boss lost patience.
Its distorted voice cut through the shadows.
Since none of you have made a wish, I will choose one for you.
From the swirling black mist behind it, a massive scythe emerged.
Its blade gleamed with a cold, hungry light.
“Wait!”
A voice broke the stillness.
Marcus stepped forward.
A middle-aged man, his face etched with fear but his voice firm.
“I… I have a wish! I know how I want to die!”
