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The Pit of Sin. It was a high-tier dungeon unlike any other, ticulously designed and hand-crafted by an unknown entity whose na may or may not have been Bob. It was cruel and unforgiving to the point of absurdity. Every hallway held deadly, nigh-undetectable traps. Each monster was powerful enough to level a small town by itself. All of the rooms inflicted debilitating effects upon those who entered them. Even the air itself was lethal, though that was mostly because the ambient mana was so thick that it would poison and kill any non-Ranker that dared entered. It truly was the dungeon to end all dungeons.

However, it wasnt as though defeating it was impossible. It just took a ridiculously powerful team of flawlessly coordinated adventurers who, ideally, had at least two Ultimate Skills per person. In the twelve centuries since its establishnt, there had been precisely eighty-seven people who had returned victorious from the Pit of Sin. Those relatively few victors erged with untold riches and imnsely powerful relics. Four of them had even bagged Phantasmal-grade gear, which had previously been considered impossible to obtain outside of the Dragon Festival.

People eventually learned to steer clear of the Pit. One might imagine there were a few greedy, self-delusional fools who challenged it, but that wasnt the case. Its reputation as the ultimate dungeon had been well earned and ticulously docunted. It also helped that one had to achieve a Rank Up to even step foot inside it. Nobody who reached that stage was naive enough to think they stood a chance. At least, not at conquering the whole thing.

The Pit of Sin was one of Terranias few tiered dungeons. It held a total of six distinct zones of increasing difficulty. From least to most ridiculously lethal, these were the Hell Wing, Lust Wing, Eye Wing, Arachnid Wing, Rage Wing, and Treasure Wing. Defeating even the lowliest of these usually rewarded one with enough riches to afford them a life of opulent luxury for several lifetis. However, conquering all of them was how one earned Phantasmal-grade gear, and so far only one legendary four-man team had managed to do so. Not for a lack of trying, of course, but rely hearing about the dungeons final guardian was enough to dissuade most sane individuals from even setting foot in the final wing.

As the nas of its six areas implied, the Pit of Sin was a demon-infested gauntlet. Each type of familiar that a Warlock could contract was represented in their respective area, starting with the canine hellhounds and ending with the insatiable keepers and hoarders. The latter hadnt changed much since their creation. The lesser ones still looked like pudgy, especially ugly goblins, while the Rankers among them had towering, ape-like builds. They were primarily magic users, though neither as potent as succubi nor as versatile as beholders. The reason their wing was considered the most dangerous was that it grew stronger with each failed assault.

Keepers, and by extension hoarders, grew more powerful when they either possessed or wielded powerful, expensive equipnt. The lesser variant in particular had a special Skill called Item Amplification. Any enchanted equipnt they wore suddenly beca two to three tis more powerful. Which, considering the number and caliber of adventurers that had died in that place, ant the greed demons were all absurdly strong. Combined with their natural cunning and talent for handling traps, the dungeons insides gave them a nearly insurmountable ho turf advantage. Worse still, each fallen challenger whose gear and money was added to the dungeon made them far more difficult for future invaders to handle.

Then again, that was more or less true for the entirety of the Pit of Sin. Pain and death were peerless teachers, and the demons immortal nature allowed them to benefit trendously from those harsh lessons. Even without invaders to challenge them, the dungeons inhabitants would regularly fight each other over the smallest thing, usually to the death. The result was a small army of hardened combatants with centuries worth of experience. Their knowledge of violence allowed them to maximize the capabilities of their conjured bodies, which were already bursting with power thanks to the vast quantities of mana that went into their creation.

And the one who stood above all of them as the ultimate dungeons top fighter was none other than the Overlord of Greed herself, Koralenteprix Khusuuszun Caonthioxxaa.

The centuries had been kind to Kora. Kinder than the voluptuous slob that had once been her co-contractor, at least. The hoarders physical form hadnt changed all that much from her familiar days. She was still a green-haired, red-skinned, six-ard ball of death and violence, except she was several tis taller. Even her armor looked mostly the sa. As befitting a demon obsessed with material possessions, it had been her accessories that had shown the most change. She had a nacing helt that hid the entirety of her face except for two glowing green dots where her eyes were. Each fist boasted a different enchanted gauntlet with its own terrifying ability. Though not visible under her armor, she had a few dozen rings, amulets, and other trinkets to bolster and augnt all of her abilities. Lastly, she sat upon a throne of bone and stone, surrounded by a small mountain of priceless treasures, and attended to by no less than three succubus servants that also served as her backup in combat.

Kora as the Overlod of Greed, by dmaxcustom