MARGE: FROM DUNGEON TO MURIM
Chapter 0 — The Day the World Made a Mistake
The sky split open without warning.
No prophecy. No divine sign. Only a sound—like metal being torn apart by invisible hands.
A Dungeon Gate appeared beside a research facility on the outskirts of the city.
Inside the laboratory, alarms screamed. Screens flashed red. Scientists froze in place.
"Gate confirmed!" someone shouted. "Containment level—failing!"
A man in a white coat turned toward the forming gate.
He did not run.
"Seal the data," he said calmly. "If we fail… make sure the research survives."
The lights died one by one.
The dungeon swallowed the facility whole.
By nightfall, the news named it the Dog Phenomenon—the first uncontrolled dungeon appearance in recorded history.
Casualties: Classified Survivors: None
Except one.
A child not yet born.
Years later, that child would be named Kairos Vale.
From the moment he could think, numbers arranged themselves without effort. Chemical reactions made sense before he learned their names. Patterns revealed outcomes long before events occurred.
His mind did not think.
It calculated.
Dungeons spread across the world.
And inside them, a strange truth emerged.
Monsters erased everything.
Bodies dissolved. Blood vanished. Murder left no record.
Criminals learned quickly.
Dungeons became the perfect place to kill.
Kairos entered his first dungeon at seventeen.
He wasn't the strongest. He wasn't the fastest.
But he never stepped into chaos without preparation.
"Target confirmed," a quiet voice said beside him.
A tall boy pressed his palm against the dungeon wall. His eyes darkened.
"Someone died here," he said. "Yesterday."
That was Reben.
He saw death where others saw stone.
Another presence moved ahead of them.
A girl with silver hair inhaled softly.
"Come closer," she whispered.
Her voice flowed like silk through the corridor.
Monsters turned. Footsteps followed. Even trained hunters felt their thoughts slow.
That was Lyra.
Her voice did not command monsters.
It called them.
Kairos watched the dungeon shift.
Routes changed. Aggro patterns aligned. Human panic followed predictable curves.
Perfect.
"Now," Kairos said.
The trap closed.
The criminal was caught without a single strike.
No blood. No killing.
Only truth.
That night, the dungeon cleared.
The system announced the usual result:
Dungeon Cleared. No Casualties.
The world would never know what truly happened inside.
But one thing became certain.
Where Kairos Vale walked, dungeon crimes disappeared.
And somewhere deep within his mind— something watched.
Waiting.
Calculating.
Preparing to awaken.
End of Chapter 0