After basking in the glow of triumph, Aelion's breath slowed.
But the pride in his chest slowly gave way to caution.
His emerald eyes turned toward the corpse of Kamish, still intact. That alone was odd.
Monsters in The Myth of Dungeons—especially bosses—usually disintegrated into particles upon death.
But Kamish's body remained.
Unmoving. Intact. Radiating something ancient.
Aelion frowned. "That's not right…"
He stepped forward and pressed a hand against the dragon's still-warm scales.
The moment his palm made contact, golden particles began to rise from the corpse—spiraling upward, circling him like celestial dust. A deep hum resonated in the air, vibrating through the stone floor.
Then, without warning, a brilliant golden halo flared into existence above Kamish's body.
And from it, the unmistakable, thunderous voice of the Dragon Overlord boomed once again.
"Looks like I have been defeated."
"The tutorial version of the game has ended."
The world, still watching through the global livestream, erupted into chaos.
[WORLD CHAT - LIVE STREAM THREAD]
[SkyPiercer_72]:
WHAT??? This is still the tutorial???
[ArcadeMonk]:
Wait, what does he mean "TUTORIAL"!? BRO THIS WAS 100 FLOORS.
[NecroZane]:
Kamish was a tutorial boss??? We're all scrubs 😭😭😭
[Seirith]:
THE WAY HE SAID IT. I FEEL LIKE I'M IN DANGER IRL.
[DawnBreaker_Elise]:
That dragon has a f***ing HALO now?? WHAT EVEN IS THIS GAME.
[Torinth]:
Aelion better pick the OP reward or I swear 💀💀💀
[DracarysQueen]:
"THE TUTORIAL HAS ENDED" — This is some final boss prologue energy 😭🔥
[Admin-Mod-Beryl]:
Please remain respectful in chat. Dev team is also watching this unfold live. We're... as shocked as you are.
And just like that—
The stream went black for the public. The world was cut off.
Aelion stood alone with the last remnant of Kamish's will.
The halo flickered once more as Kamish's disembodied voice continued, less thunderous now, but still carrying the weight of something divine.
"As the one who has managed to defeat me… you have proven your worth."
"You are granted three choices. Choose wisely."
A glowing panel materialized in front of Aelion.
[You have been granted three choices:
OR
OR
Aelion narrowed his eyes.
The choices were too vague. Deliberately so.
Each one gleamed with potential… and hidden consequences.
He didn't move. Not yet.
His mind was racing.
The glowing panel hovered silently in the air, each option pulsing with quiet promise—and quiet danger.
Aelion's gaze fixed on the first option.
Straightforward.
Or so it appeared.
It would likely grant him an overview of what came next—perhaps the structure of the post-tutorial world, the upcoming threats, or the optimal growth paths no ordinary player could find on their own.
A massive advantage.
But the way Kamish phrased everything… the eerie calm behind the chaos… Aelion's instincts screamed that there was more to it.
"If this world is anything like the tutorial, then nothing comes without a price."
Even knowledge.
His eyes shifted to the second choice.
This one was far more ambiguous.
A "head start" could mean early access to areas, bonus stats, gear, or even territory. But unlike the first option, it came with no hint of how it would help—or when.
It was the kind of gamble that could make or break someone.
And oddly enough, even the first option—knowledge—could be considered a form of head start.
Which meant the second was a wild card.
"High risk. High reward," he muttered under his breath.
Finally, his gaze settled on the last and most cryptic offering.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"A title…"
In Myth of Dungeons, titles weren't cosmetic fluff. They were identities—permanent, binding designations that came with bonuses, unique effects, and sometimes skills.
But they also came with restrictions.
Some titles made you a beacon for enemies. Others changed how NPCs—or entire regions—interacted with you. A few even locked out classes or skill trees.
It was the biggest gamble of all.
Aelion let out a slow breath, remembering what the game had taught him so far.
Titles were the game's way of branding you.
Sometimes as a hero.
Sometimes as a monster.
And sometimes as something else entirely.
He stared at the three glowing options before him.
Each one a thread that could unravel into destiny—or doom.
And yet…
He already knew which one called to him.
Aelion's fingers hovered for only a moment.
Then, with unshakable resolve, he pressed the third option.
The choice locked in.
Golden glyphs erupted into the air, panels flickering rapidly around him—lines of data, effects, bonuses—but he ignored them all, sweeping the system messages aside with a wave of his hand.
His attention was locked on Kamish.
The Dragon Overlord's halo dimmed slightly, but a grin spread across his face.
Then he began to laugh.
A deep, thunderous sound that echoed like an ancient mountain cracking in half.
"Looks like I didn't misjudge you after all," Kamish said, his voice laced with approval.
"I would've been disappointed if you had chosen anything else."
There was something more in his tone now.
A weight. A history. Maybe even a hint of sorrow.
Kamish's abyssal eyes softened as he looked at Aelion—less like a defeated boss, and more like a teacher imparting his final words.
"No matter what situation you face…"
"…there's only one way to survive it."
"Be strong."
His eyes gleamed.
"At least… stronger than your enemy."
As he spoke, Kamish's massive form began to shimmer, becoming translucent—his golden scales turning to stardust, his aura dispersing into the void.
Aelion watched silently, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.
But just before Kamish's form vanished completely, his voice whispered one final phrase—low, urgent, and unmistakably important:
"Find the Church of the End."
And then he was gone.
Only silence remained.
Aelion stood alone once again—but now, a strange pressure stirred in his chest. The title he had chosen pulsed faintly under his skin, as if watching… or waiting.
The tutorial had ended.
The real game was about to begun.