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

"Later today?" Seraphel replies.

I nod. "Yes. I have a few tasks I must finish first, then I will come to train right away."

"Very well, I look forward to it."

The transmission feed to the High Orc's Tower cuts off, after mutually ending the connection.

While Seraphel dropped an overwhelming amount of knowledge about reality itself on me these last few minutes, my mind feels more clear than ever. I know exactly what to do next.

It is certainly a result of having my Noble Form activated for this long.

My thought processes and depth of understanding of my environment have drastically increased. No fatigue is building up at all; it feels as though I can stay using this ability forever. I'm not quite sure what my body's reaction will be if I decide to deactivate this form, but I have too many things to do in the meantime to worry about that just yet.

I turn around while letting my conceal skill change my appearance and cover my body in demonic energy while activating ether commands to open up a hatch in the floor just like Ember did moments before my call.

In the same moment, I send waves of telepathy through the tower directed solely into the control rooms housing thousands of demonic servants.

"All of you that have witnessed today's events and wish to serve your new Citadel Lord, report to the first-floor lobby. I have an announcement to make."

Instantaneously, teleportation arrays light up all over the tower.

Directly following Andras Vermillion's death, all of the Demonic Servants had their slave contracts severed.

Many were unable to think or move for themselves, as they are lords of many different races trapped in the avatars of demons to do their mindless labor on the Citadel.

Though, even with these chains lifted, none of them dare defy the will of the new Noble Demon that killed their past leader. If anything, they are in a worse position than they were in before. Yet, teleporting to the lobby to receive new contracts is better than giving up and dying. So, in a matter of seconds, all servants within the tower do as they're told.

Once I manually float down through all of the many training rooms, empty offices, storage rooms, housing suites, and control rooms of the central tower, I make it to the large white lobby where the Warlords entered from the main road earlier today.

A sight of 8,942 Demonic Servants lined up in rows is what I see as I enter the room from the ceiling.

I allow my purple barrier to suppress my mana control and divine aura to a manageable amount. My Ether control is also possible for me to mentally suppress; but the Noble Vibrations coming off me are impossible to keep from radiating outward.

No one in the room below can comprehend it, or understand what is happening; but a natural state of suppression vibrates through all of the lower races below me and they instinctively bend down on one knee.

I assume this is common courtesy to their Citadel Lord, but there are many intricacies at play here when I open my mouth to speak using [Screech] to fill the room with Drako Vermillion's Noble Voice.

"The Ellipsia Citadel is now under my control, but my rules of management will be different than your previous Lord."

My gaze sweeps over all of their palms to see varying amounts of worlds.

A select few that are specialized for guard patrols and Lord management in high-risk zones have anywhere from 25 to 100 worlds in their possession.

Others, who just work in the control rooms within this tower have 0 worlds.