[CH598+ Continued] Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster's Power

The energy surging through me settles into my muscles and bones, similar to earlier when I was learning how to properly use my true core in the battle against the dragon.

Every step upward through the air assimilates this new power into my being and makes my movements feel more natural.

After a short pause, notifications begin ringing in my inner ear again, showing an increase in the average number of MCP being farmed, telling me my double has raised floors once again.

Hundreds of trillions of MCP rush into me as I fly up through the scattered remains of the bronze earth dragon and out of the crater in the ground.

My mind replays the last exchange over and over as I scan for my enemy, visualizing the pure hexagon of divine energy I manifested, and thinking of the possibilities that are now in the future for me. The fact that a True Core is unique to everyone that awakens it means the more of them I fight, the more unique True Core abilities I'll gain.

No matter how many waves of perception I put out, I still can't sense the silver sword user.

Still, I fly higher into the sky, hoping they'll be the first to attack and show themselves.

I yell out as I reach the altitude I was fighting at before, into the endless open air where a desert once stood.

"Now what? I manage to block one of your attacks and you run away?"

My yell, powered by my mythic grade screech skill to travel hundreds of kilometers, echoes as my greater form glows yellow.

Then, my gaze turns in the direction of the Crimson City, considering the possibility that maybe that is exactly what this invisible being did.

They could have seen my ability to kill their dragon and grow from seemingly powerless in a matter of minutes to a killer capable of blocking their own attack with their dead ally's ability. From an outsider looking in, there could be a lot of things I'm still hiding or holding back.

My heart sinks, piecing together a logical path that I would take in the same position.

If they were ordered by someone to take me out after somehow being notified of the Apex Region Director's death, they would find my weakness and attack it.

Based on the three attacks I've felt from this invisible assassin, they don't hold back and aim straight for the kill every time...

My next echoing yell through the open air is even louder, reaching far out into the dead zone of the desert, in case this invisible sword user has already flown away and devised a plan.

"If you dare lay a finger on my City, I will level the entire Volcanic Region you came from! Every military base in these mountains will be burned to ash! I won't stop there, I'll split this world in tw—"

Mid-yell, I sense the silver blades pierce my purple limiter, and a grin forms on my face as I turn my body and strengthen my Soul Energy shielding, enhanced by divine threads in the area being attacked.

Even with these, the blades still sink through, but the eruption of energy slows the silver weapons enough for me to summon another reflective hexagon of yellow light in its place.

If not for this ability, I would have been stabbed deep.

With my new increase of power in my core, I could have dodged a fatal blow, but it still would have hurt.

Now, as another blast of divine light fills the sky, the silver blades disappear and their holder is flung back with it.

Relief washes over me, but total concentration does too.