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DanMachi: Why Am I Being Crowned the Lord of Cinder!

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After a freak accident, Ron wakes up in Orario, the Dungeon City from DanMachi. Unfortunately, he didn’t just transmigrate. He brought a Soulslike system with him—and the Dungeon absolutely despises his existence. No checkpoints. No mercy. No “safe exploration.” From the very first step, the Dungeon turns into a hostile nightmare: monsters setting ambushes on narrow bridges, enemies hiding in dark corners waiting for cheap shots, mimics disguised as treasure, twisted layouts, and paths clearly designed to make him suffer. In short—it’s Souls. Fine. He knows this game. Armed with a once-per-day resurrection, a save-slot-style card system, and a curse that makes the Dungeon actively rewrite itself just to mess with him, Ron pushes forward with a simple rule: “If your cruelty isn’t enough to break me, you don’t deserve to stop me.” ... Years later, when the Black Dragon descends upon Orario and every Familia unites with flawless battle plans—even as hope itself collapses—Ron walks up a staircase built from countless corpses and calmly sits upon the Cinder Throne. “Good.” “For the Black Dragon’s arrival… I offer up fated death.” .... This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story.
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