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Last Floor: Humanity's Trial
PROLOGUE: 200 Years Ago
Two centuries ago, Earth died. The skies blackened, oceans boiled, and the surface cracked under the weight of humanityâs self-destruction. Civilization collapsed under climate catastrophe and nuclear fallout. The planet that once nurtured life became a graveyard full of death, unfit for human survival.
Then, as if in answer to humanityâs desperate prayers, a dungeon appeared. It rose from the ashes of the world, a labyrinth of endless floors, twisting passages, and hidden dangers.
At first, it was simply a place to survive. The first refugees huddled near its entrance, scavenging what they could, avoiding the monsters that roamed its dark corridors, and praying that the next day would come. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned into decades.
Humanity learned to endure. They farmed underground rivers, mined glowing crystals for light and heat, built shelters, and slowly carved out pockets of civilization. Cities emerged on dungeon floors, linked by perilous stairways and tunnels. Some knowledge of the dungeonâs mechanicsâits monsters, hazards, and hidden resourcesâwas painstakingly recorded and passed down through generations.
The dungeon became more than a refuge. It became humanityâs home. Floors once feared as tombs transformed into thriving settlements. Here, deep underground, civilization endured. Here, among monsters and mysteries lurking in the shadows, humanity had a chance to survive.
This dungeon. This labyrinth of endless floors⌠was humanityâs last floor.
But even here, life was fragile. Death lurked behind every shadow. Raids. Cave-ins. Breaches. Families never knew which day might be their last together.
One year ago, in Settlement C, that truth struck two children like a hammer.
It was evening when the knock came at their door. Lior, only sixteen, opened it to find three Federation soldiers standing stiff in their black armor, their expressions grim. Behind them, neighbors gathered, whispers already spreading like fire.
âAre you the Thalen children?â the lead soldier asked.
Ashley, clutching the edge of her brotherâs sleeve, peeked out from behind him. Her eyes were wide, trembling, as if she already knew what was coming.
The soldierâs gaze softened for only a heartbeat. Then he delivered the words that shattered their world.
âYour parents⌠fell today. A monster horde broke through the defenses near Settlement G. They held the line long enough for civilians to evacuate. Without them, thousands would be dead. They will be remembered as heroes.â
The words echoed in the small home like a death sentence.
Ashley broke instantly, her knees hitting the floor as sobs tore from her throat. She buried her face in her hands, then into her brotherâs chest, screaming as if the sound might bring them back.
Lior did not cry. His fists clenched so tightly his nails cut into his palms. Heroes, they called them. Heroes to strangers. But to him and Ashley, they had chosen to die for others, leaving their own children behind...........
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