Supernatural beings have existed since the birth of humanity—demons, ghosts, vampires. They go by different names and take various forms, but one thing remains constant.
These otherworldly entities were somehow linked to Earth.
And the medium of that connection… was THE DUNGEON.
It's been 100 years since scientists discovered the existence of dungeons—portals to other dimensions, guarded by monsters and governed by a game-like system.
They appeared in VIBGYOR colors, increasing in difficulty from violet to red.
It's been 80 years since humans conquered the first Red Dungeon.
Since then, humanity has evolved—making groundbreaking discoveries, unlocking the road to immortality, and walking the path to unimaginable power.
"Today we have our guest, professios X with us, explaining his point of view, if we were to continue growing at this speed will we become the strongets race in the universe?"
The voice from small Tv continued to echo in the small cramped room, but there was no one in the room listening to the news. Becasue the real master of the floor was still standing in the bathroom, his still and complicated expression of utter shock, as he muttered, "What the hell is this?"
Before him, was his regular toilet sheet, open but inside that sheet was a contineusly rotating black spiral of energy, as if it was about to swallow anything before it.
The spiraling vortex was unlike anything Max had ever seen. But right now, a far more pressing question filled his mind.
"Where the hell am I supposed to take a dump now?"
He made a face of utter disgrace. Then, as if struck by genius,
"Can I just flush this thing away?"
Almost without hesitation, Max pulled the old, rusted lever—completely unaware of the consequences.
Like a chain reaction, the spiral inside the toilet began to spin faster. It rotated with unnatural speed, forming a hypnotic illusion. Max felt his consciousness being dragged toward it.
"No, wait—"
He barely had time to react. He tried to step back, but the world around him distorted like the vortex itself. In the next moment, before Max could even grasp what was happening, he was sucked into the toilet.
The gurgling flush echoed one last time, and silence returned to the bathroom.
The spiral remained inside the toilet pit, stable and humming faintly as if nothing had changed.
Max, on the other hand, felt like he was plummeting at an incredible speed.
His entire body twisted and turned in a violent whirl—so much so that he could swear he saw the back of his head flash before his eyes.
Nausea hit instantly. He was moments from blacking out when, finally, the spinning stopped.
With a thud, his palms hit solid ground.
"Bluuuhhh!"
Max puked instantly, collapsing to the floor in pure agony. His stomach churned like it had been put through a meat grinder.
For minutes, he kept throwing up everything he'd ever eaten.
It was like riding a roller coaster upside down without a seatbelt.
Eventually, as a bit of clarity returned, he lay flat on the ground, gasping, staring at the sky above.
He blinked once. Then again.
"Am I hallucinating?"
The sky wasn't blue. It was a deep, crimson red, constantly swirling like oil on water. But that wasn't the most shocking part.
The sky wasn't empty.
Chunks of land—massive brown rock formations—floated above him, drifting through the red clouds.
Some were small, the size of baseballs. Others were so enormous he couldn't even compare them to anything he'd ever seen.
"Where… how…"
Questions flooded his head. He was too overwhelmed to react.
Memories began playing back in his mind:
The spiraling vortex.
The flush.
The sudden pull.
Then, waking up in this impossible place.
It all felt familiar.
"Am I… inside a dungeon?"
He tried to deny it, but everything matched the textbook descriptions.
A dungeon can appear anywhere—beneath your house, under your bed, floating in the sky, or deep underground.
Portals to other dimensions that grant strength, skills…, and even longer lifespans.
Seven types of dungeons, categorized by color: VIBGYOR. Violet is the easiest. Red is the hardest.
He recalled it all word for word.
But one thing didn't fit.
"Where does black fit in VIBGYOR…?"
His senses spiked. Adrenaline kicked in.
He tried to get up—but pain shot through his body. It felt like gravity itself had doubled in weight here.
Still, Max forced himself upright, teeth gritted. He scanned his surroundings.
Next to him, still spinning slowly, was a small black portal identical to the one he had seen in his toilet bowl.
"Is this the way out? Is it stil open?" Max curiously looked aroud it, there was nothing abnormal he could see. One thought of him wantedt to jump back in the dungeon, and secodn thought he wanted to explore a little.
Max stood conflicted, eyes scanning the unfamiliar landscape. He'd read about dungeons—how they worked, what they looked like—but never seen one in person. Never from the inside, at least.
There were no monsters, no beasts, not even threatening plants. Just a barren brown ground, scattered with shards of crystal-blue stones jutting out at odd angles. The world around him felt eerily like an asteroid belt—floating land masses drifting in a sky of swirling red mist. It was terrifying… and beautiful.
He approached one of the jagged rocks. Its surface was greyish-black, unfamiliar. But in the center, embedded like a gemstone on a pedestal, was a radiant blue crystal. Roughly the size of a clenched fist, it gleamed with translucent light.
"That's a mana crystal…" Max whispered, eyes sparkling. "Each one of these can sell for a thousand nits."
Without hesitation, he reached for the crystal. It was stuck at first—resistant. But with a sudden tug, it broke free with a satisfying click, and Max stumbled backward, the crystal glowing in his hand.
"Argh!"
Flat on his back, Max stared at the prize in his hand, smiling wide. He stood up and looked around—there weren't just a few of these rocks. There were hundreds. The floating island he was on had at least ten or fifteen visible at a glance.
"Am I going to be rich?" he asked with a grin, completely unaware that his answer was already on its way—delivered not by a person but by a monstrous roar.
"Grrraaaahhhh!"
A deep, guttural scream echoed through the air. Max froze. A cold shiver crawled down his spine. Something heavy was moving nearby—but he couldn't see what.
"GRRAHHHH!!"
This time, the sound was closer. Max didn't wait to find out more. He turned and bolted for the black spiral. His movements were clumsy, his speed lacking—still hampered by the gravity.
"Grrrrrr…"
The sound echoed again—closer still. It felt like a whisper in his ear.
Max dove to the ground, driven by pure instinct.
Woosh!
Something massive flew just above him, where he had been standing moments ago. He caught a glimpse—enough to turn his fear into despair.
It wasn't an orc. Not a goblin. Not anything he'd ever read about. This was no demon—it was something worse.
It was a monster.
Large and heavy like an elephant. Its body resembled an octopus, with fifteen—no, seventeen—tentacles. Its head resembled that of an anglerfish, complete with a glowing green antenna. Its mouth stretched wide, filled with hundreds of jagged teeth. And on its back… two wings, flapping without making a sound.
Max ran. Hard. His legs burned, breath shaky. The creature hovered through the air, silent and deadly, angling straight toward him.
He didn't need to look—he could feel it closing in right behind him.
"No… get AWAY!" he screamed.
He felt something brush his leg—like a tentacle grabbing at him.
The portal was closed. Max leaped, aiming for the black spiral—but he misjudged. The gravity pulled him down.
His face slammed into the ground with a heavy thud. The portal was just a meter away.
Max turned over, panting. The monster was right there. He dropped the crystal and crossed his arms over his chest.
He knew this was the end.
The monster's jaw opened wide, large enough to swallow him whole. It loomed over him, less than half a meter away.
A tear escaped his eye.
He didn't even get the seven seconds to recall his life.
It was all going to end.
Regret flooded his thoughts.
'I shouldn't have stepped into that black portal.'
'I should've reported it to NSDR.'
'I should've jumped back when I had time… I shouldn't have picked up that crystal.'
THUD!
A heavy impact shook the ground. Max winced and shut his eyes.
That must've been it. The monster had struck. He was dead.
But…
There was no pain.
"Grrrrraaahhh!!"
"GRAAAHHHHHH!!"
The roars continued—angrier than before. Max opened his eyes.
The monster was still there—but not advancing.
Between him and the beast stood a translucent, golden dome, an energy shield that held the monster at bay.
"GRAAHHH!!!"
It roared again, a flood of gooey spit spraying from its mouth, drenching Max from head to toe.
But no matter how hard it tried, the creature couldn't break through. The golden barrier didn't even crack.
Max quickly backed away, noting the black portal was just beside him. From its center, the shield extended in a two-meter radius—protecting him.
A thought clicked in his mind.
"Portal defense mechanism…" he muttered, a relieved smile forming.
Without wasting a second more, Max dove back into the black spiral—vanishing from the monster's sight.