Adrian stood in his lab, staring down at the smooth, obsidian-colored core in his hands—a dormant dungeon core. This wasn’t just any core; it was born from archfiend essence, potent enough to tap into powers few dared even whisper about. It was almost like a game, blending pieces of alchemy and sacrifice, but Adrian knew this was bigger than anything he’d ever toyed with.
All it took was one pill—created from the essence of the Georgina clones. The moment Adrian fed it to the core, he watched it glow, pulsing as if finally breathing for the first time. The core shuddered, settling, and Adrian felt it hum in his hands, warm and alive. That’s when it came to life with a new ability: Monbeasticore Pill Cultivation.
Adrian’s smile turned sharp, and he held the core up, letting it feel the monstrous energy radiating from him. This was it—this core could change the game. Now it was time to test its new potential.
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A few blocks down in Valefar territory, a few students Adrian had tested medicine on before lounged around, too deep in his influence to question him. He slid up to them with a slow grin, pulling out a small, crimson pill. "Got a new prototype here," he said, shaking it slightly so the light caught its edges. "This one's different—think Monbeasticores, but in pill form."
One of the students, a kid named Dante, leaned forward, his eyes wide. "What’s it do?"
“Let’s just say,” Adrian replied, “you might come out lookin’ more beast than man. Don’t think you got the stones for it? Don’t even ask about it."
Dante grinned. “Bet. I’m game.”
He took the pill, letting it dissolve on his tongue, and within seconds, the changes started. Dante's skin rippled, turning rough and slightly scaled, his senses flaring to the point he could feel the vibrations in the ground, smell the electricity in the air. A low growl slipped from his throat, claws forming at his fingertips as he grinned through newly sharp teeth.
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Adrian watched the transformation like a proud creator, nodding slowly. "Welcome to the next level, beastkin.”
Dante, now in his Monbeasticore form, could barely contain himself, instinct taking over. He felt raw power running through him, the kind that could crush a man’s skull with a flick of his wrist. But Adrian just leaned in close, his voice low and commanding. “Now, don’t get wild on me—’cause I’m the one who made you, and I’m the one who can unmake you, too.”
Dante nodded, the beast within settling, just barely. Adrian smirked, seeing the success. This was exactly what he’d been waiting for.
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Back in the lab, Adrian set the core down, watching as it absorbed the tribute essence Dante had provided. With each Monbeasticore it took in, Adrian’s dungeon core grew, its power expanding like an endless void. He had plans for it—to turn this into a whole enterprise. Pills of all kinds: some for strength, some for speed, others for transformation. And he’d sell to the highest bidders.
"Y’all think you’re ready for power?" Adrian muttered to himself, eyeing the small mountain of pills he’d already cultivated. "Let’s see if you can handle it."
Word spread fast, and soon he had students from Valefar territory lined up, whispering about the Monbeasticore Cultivation Pills that would give them power like they’d never seen. Adrian took his time, explaining the risks, the hallucinations, and the rage that might come with each pill. But the allure of that beastly power drew them in like moths to a flame.
For Adrian, it was a simple setup: they’d get their monstrous fix, level up, and he’d keep stacking tributes in his dungeon core, unlocking more advanced forms and abilities along the way. But he knew the risks—once they reached high-level cultivation, they’d have to face Purification Trials to keep from turning full monster.
To him, it was more than a game; it was a choice. You wanted power? Then you’d have to balance that edge, living just on the brink of monstrosity or risking everything in the process.