Dungeon Prowler : One Man Army 390 domination

For the factions of the 80th floor, they could only watch as they were stripped from everything systematically, first, they lost the outer members, then, came those undetectable vault sweepers leaving them nothing to pay their members with, the final straw was those factions who actually tried to resist, annihilation was enough to drive away all members from any faction that was named in the weekly hunt list.

Most of the members that left their faction only after it was targeted were not recruited as members of the trading post faction, at best they became contractors, the rest were told to just leave. Some tried to bribe the trading post with information, sadly they were denied. Since all the information they knew was already useless to the trading post, there was no need to find a weakness in a faction that you can stomp under your heel like a common bug.

Yunan was about to start the third week of faction destruction when Martin himself, showed up, he looked older, he was stiffer than usual, even his aura had become like that of a corporate slave, downtrodden and abused, Yunan thought that the guild was having too much difficulty in controlling the adventurers, the nice way of doing things is no longer effective.

"Yunan, my child, what are you doing, breaking the balance in the 80s will create a vacuum in power, there will be many uncontrolled monsters released into the world, we can't have that, please reconsider". Although Martin was a man with stronger backing, he rarely threw his weight around.

"You see, I am doing you a favour, what I am doing is opening a place for the guild to take over the factions, letting them play around the lower levels is bad, let them try at it in the earlier floors, they follow the rules and can play kings and gods, but when it comes to the 80th floor, you are dealing with people who are either sages or close enough it does not matter, these kinds of people require an iron fist to rule, my faction is about to give the guild the opportunity to restructure the system. Take it or leave it, as for my gains, I am only restricting the power of the factions, this way adventurers can focus more on advancing than feeding their own families".

"We can take over for you, having more sages and pseudo-divine adventurers will always be good, just, what are you trying to do anyway?" Martin understood there was an overarching plan, but he failed to see how replacing the factions in the 80s is of any use. If maintaining a grip over powerful adventurers was imperative, it must be something really big.

"Just look at it like this, the number of people stagnating in the 80s is far too high, for people who had such potential, it is unacceptable, therefore a change of the system that is holding them back is in order, I want to make a change to this world, there will no longer be adventurers holding back each other, anyone who tries will be hunted, I will make an example out of those first, then through the Twilight pearl I will create my own guild supporting organization, anyone who dares hold back his fellow adventurers will suffer".

Martin was listening with his jaw threatening to fall, this boy was actually trying to topple a system that took millennia to balance, not to mention that he was overstepping over the guild, he was doing something good, true, but this was too overbearing, no matter how you look at it.

"Why? what threat makes you act this way?" to answer this question Yunan closed his eyes then said "the end of this universe, I can only say, we need to turn everyone on this planet into sages before too long" that gave Martin yet another jolt, he took a moment before continuing. "We cannot wait until it is too late, I prefer to force it now than wait while doing nothing, I will trust you with this"

"You already have access to the genie, money is never a problem, just use the trading system to clean up all the useless stuff, there should be enough to make a better guild, just focus on nurture, the iron fist is for me to show off".

After sending off Martin; who was really feeling distraught, Yunan contacted the new pope of the church of light, he presented his plan in the same way, he asked the church to be the mediator, he wanted the church to expand its legion and create more such forces that were entirely dedicated to improving the lives of all races in Burkan. As for his hostile take-over over the power in the dungeon, it continued without paying attention to the pleas from all faction who even offered subservience in return for survival, but Yunan attacked any faction that did not disband, even those who thought they were secretly keeping their factions alive.

Domination, before half a year was over, the only faction left standing was the trading post faction, all adventurers on the 80s have either became affiliated with it or have become independent, the guild had seen a whole new system where adventurers started forming smaller parties or hunting solo, as for those who thought they were free to cause havoc, they were made into examples by being tortured day and night for all to see at the gates of the trading post.

It did not take long for Yunan's dictatorship to spread to the upper floors, all organizations that profited from halting adventurers mysteriously disbanded, more and more adventurers started taking more courses, even earning more from their hunting sessions, increasing the number of adventurers that started going solo and escaping the 20th level roadblock, it was almost a renaissance for adventurers, even those who taught in the academies had been changed, only those who went past the level 40 were recruited to teach.

And during this half year, two forces surged, one was the guild, it nurtured the adventurers, and the other was the trading post faction, it ruled the dungeon with an iron fist. This abrupt change made a great current in Tartarus, and in the world, the speed of this shift was too scary to any force who thought to even struggle or try to claim a piece of the cake. The age of exploiting the dungeon for wealth ended so abruptly, no one was ready to deal with the consequences.

Chapter end