Chapter 113: Chapter 111: The Black Crusade

All throughout the world, where dark things slumber in the forgotten corners of the old places — the deep forests, the locked off caves, the peaks of mountains never scaled by the likes of men in their multiplicity — all of these places rest in an anxious slumber, the wild-monsters of the world watching with curious eyes the change of human behavior in these recent times. In the days of yore, adventurers and wanderers would regularly scour the world’s most remote places in search of treasure and glory.

However, with the birth of the dungeon system and the centralization of monsters, so too have humans centralized themselves, clustering around these dungeons and focusing their energies on delving deeply into them instead.

This reliance, however, has made them weak. Humanity no longer hunts monsters for safety or for the glory of the grand titles to be bestowed upon their tribes. Now, they hunt monsters as if it were a simple a thing as felling trees, or reaping the fields. The romance of adventuring is dead, replaced by economic feasibility.

Without monsters and without dungeons, humanity would collapse overnight, descending down over one another with far more terror than any dungeon-core could ever hope to instill in their selfish hearts.

Let us hope that they never figure this out, because if there’s one thing we know from our rare contact with dungeon-cores, it's that they truly hate humanity.