What if the dungeon boss... farmed you?

Adrian Voss account was supposed to be deleted—a forgotten beta tester erased by a lazy intern and a greedy game company.
But one mistake let him slip through the cracks.

Now still inside Primordial Abyss with a forbidden class—one the AI accidentally created by studying Adrian’s own test patterns—he doesn’t grind monsters for loot. He makes the monsters grind for him.

Every boss he enslaves becomes a passive income machine.
Every player who enters his domain drops loot when they die.
And every arrogant guild that steps into the wrong dungeon?

They’ll never even see him coming.

But if Titan Corp ever finds him, they’ll wipe his class for “balance issues” and sue him into digital oblivion.
So he hides. He ganks.
He builds a kingdom in silence—like a virus buried in their own code.

No level grind. No livestreams.
Just kill logs—and no names.
This isn’t a raid. It’s a quiet war over who commands the system.
And Adrian doesn’t ask for control—he takes it.

The moment Arvax's core dimmed and the subjugation sealed, he swept the drops into his inventory with mechanical efficiency—no inspection, no sorting. A single glance at the raid log confirmed what he needed. Even though the dungeon boss had been subjugated, the quest wasn't finished yet—and the Flaying Tiger guild could still be on his trail.


He was already turning to leave—until something caught his eye—deep in the corner, a shoulder pauldron. He smirked before picking it up. Yet here it was: another drop from NekoNekoNyan, the second time. Without hesitation, he slipped it into his inventory.


There was still one more room—the dungeon's quest, or whatever was left of it. And with the chaos he'd just created, it wouldn't be long before any remaining Flaying Tiger guild members tried to force their way in.


Emberforge still stood behind him, steam venting from its shoulders, watching.


Chapter 94 - [Three Faces of the Blade 12] The Fate of the War Mage