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

Chapter 747

Ember is only in his hybrid dragon form, though his entire body is glowing bright with white ether as he radiates concentrated mental attacks from the center of a massive training room.

Zashen, surprisingly, has none of his offensive skills or buffs activated.

He just sits in the center of the room with his swords by his sides, meditating, concentrating every single drop of newly refined Ether into creating mental barriers to block the ruthless rain of attacks falling down on him.

Every few seconds, entire mental barriers are shattered, and more of Ember's full-force attacks collide with his psyche, sending millions of sharp tendrils of ether into his mind. But every time, Zashen digs deep and forms another barrier. He blocks the incoming attacks once again, giving himself just enough time to flood his mind with ether and neutralize what could be considered mental poison.

That is, just in time for his barrier to be shattered seconds later and for the process to begin again.

This is what the two have been doing for hours.

In the brief milliseconds between attacks, flashes of Ember's words when they first walked into this room rush through the Berserker's mind.

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"Well, until Asic and Torvak can make you a better Avatar, there's no use in tethering your soul to this one. So, until then, we might as well speed up your natural ether refinement. Plus, this will temper your mental defenses to withstand the full-powered attack from a Noble. I heard the Vermillions have been creating some formidable false demonic nobles in the Fortress over the last twenty thousand years or so. Seraphel said the one guarding the exiles has been weakened from an insufficient supply of Noble's blood. But the ones they lock up for times of war must be quite fresh..."

The visual of Ember transforming from his human form to a black-scaled hybrid dragon similar to his memories triggers excitement in Zashen's heart.

Though, Ember's final words before their training began only spell out danger.

"I guess we'll just begin with the mental tempering... say... until your new Avatar and soul weapons are ready."

That, paired with the toothy grin Ember shows when things are going his way.

However, the Berserker Race only grows stronger in the face of danger and certain death. These words, and the uncertainty of whether the mental torture will end in hours, days, weeks, or possibly longer if there is a change of plans, add to the mental challenge necessary to break through to a new and higher level.

This is what the Berserker keeps as a driving force every time the waves of poisonous ether come within milliseconds of killing him, driving his ambition one step further each time.

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Back in the only other ancient structure on the Citadel, the High Orc Tower, the black doors that shut to hold two Nobles inside still have not opened.

The street outside is completely silent. Those uninformed would not have any guesses close to the type of realm-bending training and lost knowledge from a High Noble being shared within those walls.

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Even seven floors up, on the top of the High Orc Tower, Torvak and Asic cannot sense anything through the ancient walls of this structure.

Though, even if they could, they wouldn't pry, as they have pressing matters of their own to deal with.

Torvak crackles with electricity as he paces back and forth along a wall that points directly toward where two of his Red Ogre subordinates carry out the orders he gave them before he went off to die in the public's eyes.