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

Chapter 772

Instead of creating random blackouts, I continuously edit out the visuals where I walk through the streets. With a light layer of ether around my body and the simple alterations of commands imbued in millions of ether strings, not even a fluctuation can be sensed in the internal system.

Not even the demonic servants constantly monitoring every block of the Citadel know I've returned.

My perception easily reaches through the entire floating structure, and as heads turn my way while floating through the streets, I alter the visuals of what is being transmitted to the surveillance systems to make it seem as though the Lords spotting me are just going about their daily lives and not eyeing me with fear.

I am truly a ghost, and can feel every humming ether command on this Citadel ready to be altered to my wildest imagination like clay.

There is only one message I send to a single servant while slowly floating toward the central tower.

Afterward, my entire focus is on the massive structure full of ether, mana, demonic energy divine threads, unique blood-bonded teleportation systems, and a very subtle signature of my Noble Vibrations rippling through it.

While I am not exerting any Noble Vibrations out on the environment, that doesn't mean I can't receive the data from my prior work.

In fact, I'm far more sensitive to the intricacies of my craft.

A few minutes go by as I float around the tower, leaving trails of demonic energy behind while inspecting every single layer with a fully focused and refined gaze.

Knowing what I know now, I'm quite impressed by my past self just a week ago for pulling off such an extensive, intricate, and delicate craft with such little experience in massive structure manipulation.

While it would have been fine to leave it exactly how it was, I make minor tweaks all over the structure, injecting about a million low-quality ether worth of structural support and additional automation commands into the walls of the contraption to suit my professional satisfaction.

My mind scans the tower a few hundred more times while I wait high up in the sky, out of sight from any average Lords, up near the top floor with my arms crossed and a slight grin on my face in silence as the green clouds slowly pass by all around. That is, until Rukor arrives, answering my call from a moment ago.

"You're back, sir. I've completed the task of purchasing as many worlds as I could with the specifications you outlined. The entire balance has been spent, plus the additional ether collected from this week's tax collection."

I nod, opening up the side of the private top floors.

"Very good."

We walk right through the corridors to the same private trading room from a week ago, and the worlds his team of servants collected while I was training are transferred directly to my world token with a long series of light dings in my inner ear.

The number on my palm beneath my concealment ticks upward quickly until it stops on a final reading of [294,552].

"Nearly two hundred thousand new worlds, not bad..." I murmur out loud for the servant to hear that I am pleased with the results.

109,272 of these new worlds are 5th Class, while 58,045 are 4th Class. Lastly, 21,086 are 3rd Class Worlds.

While their average system users' levels don't compare to the strong 1st Class Worlds I looted from Andras and the Demonic Cyclops, the pure quantity far surpasses this level disparity.

A large number of the 2nd Class and above worlds I inherited from these kills were infected by demons or long dead and abandoned. While the beasts on these worlds are abnormally strong, some averaging over level 1000 for a total population, having such superpowers on a chaotic world leads to not many demonic beasts left.