Dungeon!

At midnight, the elevator suddenly stopped at a nonexistent 36th floor. [You have triggered a dungeon: The Penthouse]

The subway bound for spring inexplicably started speeding up. Faster through the bends is the only way to go. One turn later, it rolled into a frozen wasteland. [Welcome to the Snow Country]

A vagrant who collected bottles beneath an overpass mysteriously disappeared for half a year, then suddenly struck it rich.

An eighteen-year-old model student accidentally skipped school for three days. When he reappeared, he was an eighty-year-old man.

Take her to see her idol’s concert: “The sea of people lights up like a galaxy. You spill into my eyes like a tidal wave. Today’s role: best audience member.” Mist swirled over the stage, and a band of black-shrouded skeleton knights mounted on steeds of hellfire burst onto it. The celebration turned into a nightmare.

An annual kite festival was underway across the vast grasslands when a fleet of old planes suddenly pierced the blue sky.

Every so often, people mysteriously disappear and stumble into various dungeon spaces, where they must embark on adventures.

This is a battle of blood and fire, as well as a test of wit and courage.

The power of the dungeons sweeps across the land, and their eerie rules must not be broken.

Shen Que says that rise and fall are determined by fate. Why should ordinary people worry?

He only wants to see the north wind at the frontier, sweeping across the peaks of layered mountains; the Gobi where rocks split and clouds crumble; stray arrows streaking like stars, hot blood blazing like fire, and charging through the sand beneath the sun as though it were an ordinary day. He only wishes to light the beacon smoke above the vast sea, where the long river meets the setting sun and surging clouds, to cleave the waves and push upstream, to seize the moon, move mountains, and fill the abyss.