A day passed in quiet, relentless motion.
The Dungeon-Born adapted faster than anyone could’ve predicted. What began as confusion and hesitation the day before had transformed into focused determination. The once-tribal survivors had thrown themselves into building their new home within Kaiden’s domain, every one of them finding purpose for the first time in years.
The Combatants trained from dawn until their muscles screamed for mercy, though mercy never came. Taigi led them with fierce energy, her voice cutting through the forest as she barked orders and adjusted their formation.
"Frontline, shields up! Spears forward! You two, fall back and form a second rank! Don’t let the wings of the formation sag, or you’ll get flanked!"
The Dungeon-Born moved with startling coordination, their bodies syncing in rhythm. The weapons they wielded, gleaming steel blades, spears, shields, and, of course, bows for the ex-hunters, were gifts from Kaiden’s team, bought straight from the Awakened Marketplace.
Though untrained, the Combatants swung their weapons with raw hunger.
Their bodies were already changing, becoming stronger, faster, more durable. The beginnings of their Dungeon-gifted classes were taking hold.
However, Kaiden noticed that their progression system was different than that of the normal awakened, which made sense, after all, not only were they no longer normal humans but also part of a dungeon, governed by the Dungeon Core.
They had long surpassed the boundaries of their previous vessels, ready to become something much, much greater.
Taigi watched her warriors with arms crossed and satisfaction hidden behind her face. For once, she didn’t feel small. She didn’t feel used. She was building something, together with the people she grew up with.
And for the first time, others looked to her with respect rather than pity.
Nearby, the Supporters worked with equal vigor. Whole sections of trees were felled after receiving Kaiden’s approval. The trunks became shaped into beams and planks with startling efficiency. Teams coordinated effortlessly; some cutting, others hammering, others using dungeon-grown materials to bind everything in place.
Their productivity bordered on supernatural. Within a single day, outlines of proper homes began to rise, with wooden frames, thatched roofs, and organized streets connecting each build site. While the homes were humble, the natives couldn’t have imagined something better. They were not people of luxury. To them, living so close to nature was the most comfortable home setting.
They were shocked to notice that even so soon after choosing their specialization, it had already amplified their stamina and strength, letting them work longer and harder through the day.
Their new chief had given them a chance, and they were intent on seizing it as the hard-working people that they were.
All of them knew that never again would they receive such a chance. It was now or never.
...
Far from the bustle of the settlement, deep within the Abyssal Cathedral, peace reigned.
The grand blackstone hall pulsed with demonic energy. Candles burned blue in sconces carved into walls shaped like fanged arches. And in the middle of it all, a blonde woman hummed softly as she dusted an obsidian shelf.
Alexandra, Nyx’s best friend.
She used to live with them in the government-given bunker for a short bit, but as they moved, she came with them to the dungeon.
Truth be told, the girl wanted to stay away. Not because she didn’t want to step foot into this place - far from it... She seemed to be very intrigued. The reason for her refusal stemmed from the fact that she didn’t feel worthy, thinking she’d just get on their nerves with her presence, especially because, thanks to Maximilian’s abuse, she still couldn’t interact with Kaiden properly, despite being fully aware that he was a good man.
Merely talking to another man made the woman have a near-anxious breakdown.
But none of them would have it.
Alexandra still couldn’t face her parents after all this, feeling too much shame to look them in the eyes.
So what was she going to do? Live in a hotel?
The girls outright refused to let her book a hotel. After what she’d gone through and done for them, Alexandra deserved everything and more.
Thus... It might not be an overstatement to say that she was dragged.
But after she was forced to realize she was going nowhere, the woman underwent a rapid shift.
She had taken to this new home like she was born for it. In fact, she seemed a little too comfortable.
She’d even "adjusted" her maid uniform to better suit the dungeon’s abyssal aesthetic. Her once pristine black and white outfit was now a deep onyx trimmed in blood-red lace, hugging her voluptuous figure with dangerous precision. The neckline plunged daringly, a choker with a small black gem resting at her throat. Her golden hair was tied into a perfect high bun, leaving two loose strands framing her soft, teasing smile.
And she dusted the gothic furniture like she was living her best life.
"Hm~ hm~ hm~" she hummed, happy.
Kaiden lounged nearby, surrounded by his lovers, as well as Alice, curled up near.


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