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

I float back to the High Orc Tower, and unlike before, once I get close enough, the intricate ether commands and structural patterns that made it impossible to see through before are easy for me to crack now.

While leagues above the rest of the Citadel, by simply touching the wall with an open palm, I'm able to take control of the entire building and send a simple message to the High Orc and Blue Ogre inside. They are resting, admiring their newly crafted Soul Weapons and Avatar shells.

As soon as I get a response back, I open up the side of the top floor, simultaneously editing the surveillance footage to seem as though the building was never manipulated at all.

My eyes track over the crafts they've been working on all this time, and I nod with respect as they are not built with the same craftsmanship interface that I'm familiar with, but instead a mechanical interface of its own that does not connect to the Citadel's systems.

The avatars have a very similar signature and complex layering structure to the building, making me piece together the fact that it must have been him or an ancestor who created this structure as well.

The Soul Weapons are very intricate too, with similarities to the avatars, but they have the Blue Ogre's craftsmanship imprinted on them, and their bases are all unique, like compressed ether, giving off whispers of intent. They are, in fact, old dormant souls.

I close the door behind me and nod.

"Your work here looks very good—and I thank you very much for the data provided on Soul Weapons. My craftsmen in the Lower Realm are making good use of it."

My gaze falls on two large containment cases in the back of the room, and then over to Asic as he sits up straight in his tall-backed throne hooked up to many wires.

"Indeed, I'm glad my research can be of use to you."

He smiles and looks over to the Blue Ogre.

"Torvak may be more in the market of buying and selling my work, but he's a talented Soulsmith in his own right. A few thousand research papers in my reports are his. I don't know if you read them all, but it was a Red Ogre's world where we managed to get the data on the throne to analyze Artifact-Class Soul Weapons."

I nod slowly and respond while opening my item storage.

"Yes, I did look through your work briefly..."

Then I pull out my sword, not bothering to use my concealment or demonic energy on it, letting the blade float in front of me in its natural state.

It is jet black, as it doesn't feel any threats nearby, but the red eye on its base opens up and looks around the room out of curiosity to see why it's been drawn.

"I'm suppressing a lot of my power right now, so you're not going to be able to witness its full capabilities. But—I read you've never seen an Amplifier in person, is that right? I don't have much time, but study it all you'd like while I'm here."

Both Torvak and Asic's eyes open wide at my words as I let the suppressed blade, which would normally be sending out its own Noble Vibrations right now, float in the center of the room.

Then, I walk forward past the Avatar Shells toward the concealment cases in the back of the room.

"These are for me to pick up, right? Seraphel said you would have some leftovers, plus an important item for him."

The two snap out of their stares at the floating blade, and Asic nods quickly.

"Yes—all of that is for you. The white box is actually all incompatible Relic- and Basic-Class Soul Weapon materials. Feel free to feed them to your blade. The blue box is for Seraphel; he says it's necessary for your last stage of training..."