Ryker only has one goal in his life right now: Turn a certain adventuring guild into a flaming wreck while dancing merrily through the smoldering ruins. All for the chance to get back at a handful of people.  

It isn’t as if they didn’t deserve it either.  

They had driven him from his home. Chased him physically from the very guild house itself. All the way to the gates of the city.  

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Simply because he wasn’t as strong as they expected him to be.  

As strong as he’d expected himself to be.  

He’d returned to the city the next day and left with his means for revenge. Something he’d hidden away and told no one about when he found it in one of his few Dungeon Dives.  

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An inactive Dungeon Core.  

A crystal the size of a fist with a soul inside. One that could create anything from mana it wanted to. From monsters and complex cave systems to gold coins.  

Years spent in planning, and unfortunately farming, as he waited. Now it felt like his moment was finally here. 

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The Dungeon Core had been acting strange lately. As if it were finally… coming to life.  

Watching over the crystal like a hawk for this very event, Ryker impatiently waits. Any day now, it'd start.  

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And he could set about taking his vengeance.  

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Starting with ripping the soul of the dungeon out.  

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©2018 William D. Arand (P)2018 William D. Arand

Ryker only had one goal in his life right now: Turn a certain adventuring guild into a flaming wreck while dancing merrily through the smoldering ruins. All for the chance to get back at a handful of people.

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It didn’t work out that way though.

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At all.

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He’d become the Count of Dungeon, made a hostage, married off to the false queen’s daughter against his will, and had his county made ground zero for a religious war.

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To top all that off, the Dark Lord of the North wants to see Ryker personally.

The smoldering ruins of Dungeon have been cleared, the patterns reset, and Ryker has a task that is more than likely too much for him.

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Hold Dungeon, and give Lauren, the rightful queen, some breathing room.

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Warning and minor spoiler: This novel contains graphic violence, undefined relationships/harem, unconventional opinions/beliefs, and a hero who is as tactful as a dog at a cat show. Listen at your own risk.

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©2019 William D. Arand (P)2019 William D. Arand

Ryker only had one goal in his life right now: turn a certain adventuring guild into a flaming wreck while dancing merrily through the smoldering ruins. All for the chance to get back at a handful of people.

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It didn’t work out that way though.

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At all.

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He’d died, been forced into the body of an avatar, absconded with the queen as her castle fell to betrayal, kidnapped a little kid who is obviously more than he seems, and to top all that off, he killed his undead father.

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The smoldering ruins of the queendom have cooled, the patterns reset, and Ryker has a task that is more than likely too much for him.

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Take the queendom back, destroy two armies, and give Lauren, the rightful queen, back her crown.

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Warning and minor spoiler: This novel contains graphic violence, undefined relationships/harem, unconventional opinions/beliefs, and a hero who is as tactful as a dog at a cat show. Listen at your own risk.

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©2019 William D. Arand (P)2019 William D. Arand