The end of the era of humanity was marked by the appearance of the World Dungeon and the system of power it provided. No one gained more power than the tyrant known as the Black Seraph, the Angel of Death. Surviving at the expense of the rest of humanity, Seraph was able to complete the World Dungeon. A hollow victory, as he was cursed by the spirit of the dungeon for ruthlessly focusing on his empowerment.
His power sealed away within the dungeon; Seraph was cast into the past, reincarnated into the body of his child-like self. Forbidden from hoarding power for himself and charged with the mission of ensuring the survival of humanity. But people do not change overnight, and Seraph must find a new path forward and learn there's more to power than being a tyrant if humanity is to survive the Genesis Game.
Series makes between 600-1200$ monthly. First in a 3 book series. Top ranking was 3000ish.
The body of the Gigas started to smoke and bubble as soon as Paul mentioned looting the monster’s corpse. Monstrous flesh rapidly rotted away as the nearby floor and bleachers quickly reassembled and rebuilt themselves from among the dust and rubble. The body rapidly decomposed until only an oversized grinning skull remained.
Everyone in the group looked on in awe as the dungeon rapidly repaired itself of the damage it had sustained until no hint of the recent carnage could be seen. To Seraph, for whom this sight had been far more common, it was not so amazing. It was just a fact of life within the dungeon. But for the rest of them, even after all they had seen already, it was still mesmerizing to behold.
With the corpse of the Gigas mostly melted away, the only thing remaining was its skull. Leaving the group free to collect the drops. But as they combed the area, all they could find was Paul’s knife—a knife that had been badly chipped and was bent in places with signs of catastrophic failure near the hilt of the blade. It was clear the weapon had suffered major damage and would no longer be useful. But as for the drops, they found nothing. For all the danger the group had put themselves in, and with the loss of a weapon, they had nothing to show for it. Each of them, even Seraph, had an expectation that the effort to kill the monster would be rewarded. Everyone looked at the handle of the broken knife and shot each other dirty and resentful looks.
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Translated by Alejandra Palopoli
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Author review: Well done |
