Against Ruin's Fate

The apocalypse didn’t break Plynthia. The nobles did that long before the end came.

Len and Rick survived its fall—barely. Sent into dungeon after dungeon to map, clear, and die for noble profit, they earned their stats the hard way: one scar, one kill, one body at a time.

Now they’ve gone back. Not by choice. Not by magic. By system design.

The cracks they remember are spreading again.

Trapped on the frontlines of the Stained Mountain Range, they're under siege by mana-mutated beasts. Their only shot at saving the firebase? Dig through the mountain to reach Goran before Halem Forest spills over and devours them all.

But Goran isn't a rescue. It's a powder keg.

The kingdom’s lords are circling—offering bribes, spinning promises, preparing for a civil war that hasn’t started yet... but will. Len and Rick have seen this game before, and they know how it ends: with bodies stacked in dungeons and nobles squabbling over the loot.

This time, it’s not their war.

But if they walk away, it might be everyone’s last.