The large dragon dived from the sky, everything around him turning into a blur, his dark smoke-emitting body closing towards a gaping hole in the world filled with bottomless darkness.
His body was visibly bigger than the hole, but the dragon ignored it, diving towards it at increasing speed.
Suddenly the dragon’s vision distorted, the blackness from the growing and covering his whole vision, and then, as if entering the water, the feeling of his environment changed.
The darkness retreated, revealing large swatches of green grass sprawling all the way into the horizon. The black skies emitting daylight covered everything with bright light.
A bottomless hole in the green plains stood behind the dragon, pulsing and emitting white light.
Ding!
// You have entered the dungeon: Hyperion’s Fall.
Recommended level: 20-35
Type: One-time (Stable); Special;
//
‘One-time stable means that there should be an option to always retreat, but once the dungeon is cleared, it will vanish forever, and special means the presence of special enemies not fitting the standard fantasy genre.’ The dragon’s mind quickly evaluated the situation.
Vesuvius looked around, his eyes falling upon large metallic constructs. The enormous metallic figures, looking like large full-plate armours walking by themself, their height ranging from that of regular human all the way towards tremendous multiple stories tall juggernauts walking through the plains, ground shaking under their heavy metallic legs.
Their eyes glowed in red and blue lights with the sun reflecting on their polished metallic bodies, which were reflective as if they were made out of chrome. Each of them had a large glowing sphere looking like a glass ball filled with either blue or red energy inserted into their chest, pulsing and radiating light. Dozens of magically looking symbols littered their metallic armour, and large crystal wings glowed on their backs.
They weren’t bulky as one would expect out of a golem. Their bodies were based on human bodies, looking almost as if someone grabbed a robot from the future and threw it into a magical world, adding glowing magical crystals and letters to it.
Vesuvius wasn’t surprised as he knew that dungeons were fragments of time and space, but that space didn’t always have to belong to the same world. One could even fight against spaceships in the dungeons.
One might ask why wasn’t the world of Lorenia filled with weird stuff from dungeons. The answer to that was that it was, but mostly with the stuff of compatible concepts like tropical schools of magic, as no one would seek to learn absolutely new principles such as physics-based science just to accomplish the same thing as with their already familiar principles like magic.
‘There was always myth about runic enchanting getting here from a dungeon… learned as a compatible concept and spread as something greatly supplementing world’s needs.’
Lorenia was already filled with concepts from different worlds getting there through the dungeons, such as different magic schools.
And as for loot found in such dungeons as sci-fi guns? Still, almost no one would be very keen to use some weird science-based weapons that would be impossible to maintain and refuel when they could launch beams just with their own hands or premade wands containing spells.
Then there was one last limiting factor, the greater difference between a dungeon and the world of Lorenia, the lesser chance of such dungeons even appearing, making them much rarer than purely magic-filled dungeons.
Suddenly two humongous constructs, each reaching at least five floors in height, looked at each other, the eyes of one glowing in red while the eyes of the second in blue. In an instant, both of them moved forward, red and blue light shooting out of the crystalline wings on their backs, leaving glowing trails behind them as they moved at high speed.
The two constructs swung their fists, both of them meeting in midair and exploding in colourful energies, powerful shockwaves sweeping through the grassland, green grass moving in a wave.
Vesuvius felt like cursing, ‘What the hell, system, how is this just a level 35…’
Vesuvius knew that the system evaluated levels for NPC based on their strength and that it never made a mistake, ‘That means that they must have some horrible weakness that compensates for this ridiculous power. If the system thinks that an average party of level 30 players should be able to defeat them, then there must be some exploitable mechanic or weakness.’
With his long gaming experience, Vesuvius quickly identified four potential weaknesses: ‘ These large orbs in their chest look like a pretty weak spot. Then their infighting can probably be used to my advantage, and maybe as some technology-looking things, there is a chance that they are vulnerable against magic. Their magitech looks may also mean that they can be susceptible to electricity sorting their circuits.’
Vesuvius flapped his large wings, distancing away from the titanic constructs as he wanted to collect some more information on his enemies before fighting the huge ones. He glided across the black sky, noticing a much smaller construct walking through the green plain, marching forwards without any apparent target.
It was at least twice as high as a regular human, its armoured legs with its sheer weight creating ugly brown tracks without any grass, only for the grass to regrow in just a few moments. The construct kept moving, its eyes glowing in bright blue light, its large metallic arm holding a large halberd with a blue plasma blade glowing between two magically looking crystals placed on the metallic spike.
A large blue crystal structure, looking like wings, grew out of its back, sparkling in blue electricity.
The dragon abruptly landed, soil flying behind him as his massive claws dug through the dirt at a great speed.
‘I should check their physical properties in close combat at first to estimate their physical stats.’
The construct immediately reacted, turning its metal body towards the dragon. A blue light radiated out of its eyes, illuminating the dragon and passing through the thick smoke.
In an instant, the glow of the plasma halberd grew in intensity, radiating blinding blue light that was reflecting in the mech’s polished metallic chrome body. Then the blue crystal wings on the construct’s back ignited in blue flames, and the construct launched forward, blue waves spreading from the crystals, leaving behind a trail of black grassless and burned soil.
(AN: Just wondering if this kind of dungeon is distracting and I should keep it for the future with more, let’s say, conventional dungeon, or I can continue with making some weird refreshing dungeons.)
