
by Fuziorak
He awoke in darkness. Not as a man. Not as a monster. But as a Core. In a world where dungeons are resources—exploited, plundered, or worshipped depending on the faith of kingdoms—a foreign consciousness stirs at the heart of a forgotten metallic ruin. Zares’tul knows nothing of this world’s laws. But he knows logic. Structure. War. And though he has no arms, no voice—he has a dungeon. And soon, he will have an army. Follow the awakening of a Core unlike any other, in a world where the sacred and the technological intertwine—and where thought itself is a weapon sharper than steel.
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