Ever since their invention, firearms had been the ultimate equalizer. An old adage said, "God created Men, and Sam Colt made them Equal." But when the System came, that was thrown into question, as guns no longer worked as well as a sword and shield in the hands of one who knew what they were doing, and could not compare to the devastation a battlemage could unleash. But what happens when one makes guns with the System's help? Soldiers went into the Dungeon to discover the answer, and suffered mixed results. Worse, the consequences of their failure have left them bound to try and reach the depths of the dungeon, while they are already reeling from the changes they've suffered. Will they be able to get through the Dungeon and escape the Demon's clutches? And what of the Undead Floor the Demon promised they would see?
Mandatory Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. None of it should be attempted in the real world. None of this should be taken as even tacit approval or support of the actions portrayed herein. This is a story about a rotten bastard who gains power to take bastardry to a new level, and absolutely doesn't care what society thinks of him. This story contains gore, cursing, sex, and all kinds of nasty shit. If you have triggers, consider this your warning.