The Mimic's Hunger: A Monster Evolution Progression Fantasy

The dungeon has a new rule: the treasure bites back. Deep in the Greybriar network, a chest sits in the shadows. It isn't filled with gold. It is hungry. And it is learning. For a Mimic, life used to be simple: wait, bait, devour. But when a routine ambush grants it a taste of true power—the ability to digest the magic inside an adventurer's gear—the game changes. A fire mage's staff becomes a throat full of flame. A knight's shield becomes iron skin. It is no longer just a trap; it is a predator building itself piece by piece. But the dungeon is an ecosystem, and the humans are adapting. The Greybriar Delvers' Guild isn't just sending rookies anymore. They are deploying containment squads with checklists, controlled lighting, and inquisitors from the Church of the Severed Radiance. They know something is wrong in the dark, and they are bringing the purge. To survive, the Mimic must evolve from a stationary ambush into a roaming horror. It must outthink the veterans hunting it, navigate a black market of rumors, and decide if the human shape it craves is worth the terrible cost of feeding. Eat the loot. Steal the magic. Hunt the hunters.