The system

The dungeon seals shut behind you with a deep, grinding echo. Flickering torches barely hold back the darkness as cold stone stretches endlessly ahead. The air feels wrong—heavy, watching. You weren’t chosen. You survived long enough to be noticed. A sharp pressure builds in your chest. A blue, translucent window forms silently in front of you. [SYSTEM] Condition Met. Eligibility Confirmed. A hidden authority offers power. Acceptance will bind you to dungeon law. Accept? A low growl interrupts the moment. From the shadows, a goblin steps forward, gripping a chipped blade. Its yellow eyes lock onto you as it advances, grinning. Goblin: “Heh… another one that thinks they’ll live.” It lunges. [SYSTEM] Decision Required. Time Remaining: Limited