A Dungeon Player's Record of Court-Ordered Suicide

Beneath the blood moon, the abyssal dungeon opens its deep, shadowy exit. A faint blood mist drifts through the air, and hoarse whispers ring out. Countless monsters pour forth like a surging tide, announcing to the whole world: [The new map is finally open, let's go~~~] [So much empty land, let's plant mushrooms everywhere!] [I want to be Lord Zoe's dog!] [Why won't my pants come off?] (This player has been muted.) In Perseus's eyes, Zoe is a cold and heartless tyrant, a reaper of lives, a slave driver who squeezes every last drop from her victims. Her dungeon is home to countless pitiful yet loathsome monsters. Until one day, the monsters set foot in the human world and taught him a lesson: Those above aren't necessarily saints, and those below aren't necessarily devils. The nightmare of the Warren Continent began in a dungeon and will end in a dungeon. After transmigrating, Zoe went from being a living person to becoming an abandoned dungeon. Beside her is a newly born dungeon intent on devouring her to grow stronger, while above her stands a human holy city that is sworn to destroy the abyssal races. Zoe (looking at herself): I think I'm done for. Then she discovers that her dungeon is an anchor connecting to her homeland, capable of summoning some interesting souls from another world. Zoe (looking at her enemies): I think you're done for. The players, bearing the titles [Most Heinous] [Utterly Vile] [The Fourth Calamity], grin innocently. "What harm could we players possibly have in mind?" Theme: Healthy gaming