Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster’s Power - Chapter 1081

Chapter 1081: Chapter 1081
Fisher and Lydia kneel before me, both radiating mature Royal Vibrations and Advanced Primordial auras with similar strength to the Warlords behind me.

They have Abby’s protective arrays sealing their Purple Core’s overwhelming gravity from destroying the Lower Realm, appearing similar to the generals above.

However, they look far more aged than Arie and Raven. They are far past what middle-aged humans normally look like, leaning toward the edge of their twilight years.

They have the same look of contentment and wisdom. When I scan the moon and artificial world we orbit around, I feel a scattered bloodline resonance throughout many positions of power.

There are quintillions of humans here, but the few thousand strongest are all descendants of the two Commanders kneeling before me.

It is an interesting sight to behold. Fisher was one of my first teachers, assigned to guide me through mana control back on the human world. Lydia was the same guide for Maria. Now, they speak to us with humble tones.

“You have returned. Our Emperor has succeeded.”

“Welcome back, Empress. We watched your battle for all these years, it was the faith that kept me going.”

Maria’s fingers move, and she pulls both of them up with thin webs of mirrors.

“You have done well,” she replies, while my consciousness follows all of the ether pathways streaming out from this enormous base.

It has even more surveillance and energy ports than the Galactic Core, just hidden behind complex arrays. While the public base we just left is larger and outfacing as the epicenter of the galaxy for trade, this base is the true core for intelligence and control. All signals flow through here before ending up at the Galactic Core.

“It looks like we have one more stop to go.” I tether us together again and void step up toward the deepest hidden link between every zone.

Deep within the Ravine, behind layers of shielding arrays, there are dark caverns where not even the light of ether highways glows enough to shine through.

All of the pathways between the Cyan Zone and Green Zone bend around this consolidated space. There are no public transport routes leading to the Ravine, only special nodes within Fisher and Lydia’s moon base, and one more at the very top of the Upper Realm where Abby’s control center lies.

When we appear at its center, I witness a team of a few thousand people all kneeling before me.

At the front, Monk and Luna both kneel. Extremely strong Purple Cores fill their chests, and two extremely distinct Advanced Primordial Auras permeate out of them.

One is pure white, emanating out of the old bearded man that I once knew as the young man from the Dark Continent’s Valor City Arena of the Human World. It feels serene and perfected, as it integrates with the near-flawless grade ether filling his soul energy core.

The other is made from controlled demonic chaos, flowing out of the old stature of Luna. Her eyes are closed as she bows her head to the ground. However, I can see through their true form.

Her ranked-up transformations have merged and evolved over the centuries. Instead of summoning the many demons and monsters she’s defeated into the sky, they now all stack into her own.

I feel millions of pupils hidden behind her eyelids.

The team behind them is made up of three distinct types of people. The first are pure white ether forms that do not integrate with the mana-based system any longer. Many of them are elders of the temple that Monk originated from.

The second group is comprised of unrelated humans, all with very standard potentials, and there are a few faces I recognize from long ago. One is Lith, the old leader of Valor City. Another is the Old Association Director of the Bedrock Region. More and more familiar faces appear, and some still remain unknown, but they have all grown old and devoted the rest of their lives to work here.

The third group is small, but they are all from the new eras we left, sharing law fluctuations that link them back to the many generations of the commanders before me.

At the very back of the crowd, there is a bright white ascended elf kneeling and bowing their head too. Ren, the final admin, has gone through very unique Primordial Aura shifts. Usually, after one uses this legacy to sacrifice their physical forms, they can no longer progress. At least, that was what often happened to demons that tried it in the Purple Zone.

Yet, the last light elf has become many times stronger and radiates an aura filled with far more confidence and sense of belonging.

With a swift hand movement, the thousands of beings before me rise. Though, my gaze looks far past them, analyzing the billions of sorted and studied compartments filled with Originator Artifacts collected all throughout the Lower and Upper Realm.

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Chapter 1082: Chapter 1082
I recognize a very small amount of these artifacts from Kelfar. There are far more that were uncovered from abandoned Noble Grade worlds just like it.

The star systems harvested to make Galactic Ports in the Lower Realm had their relics and ancient artifacts saved. Not other from the Lower Realm, but many of these carvings, tablets, pedestals, and text etched into ancient stone are from the Ravine itself.

There are even larger sections of this museum-like research site that have no correlation to any of the past memories I’ve absorbed of this current galaxy.

Quickly, I thread together the backlog of data from spectate feeds and my raw senses of experiencing the passage of time in the Origin Plane while I was fighting in the membrane.

There are various instances where large ancient artifacts were transported from forgotten chambers of the Fortress Citadel in the Green Zone.

Millions of enormous locked rooms were opened up that held High Quality Ether seals on them.

While these were incredibly intricate, and impossible for any living beings to crack in the recent eras, the mental prowess that Arie and Raven hold was enough to break through the majority of the outer seals.

However, deep within the Fortress, there were still Flawless Grade Glyphs holding together arrays locked tight for billions of years, many of which held conditions of specific bloodlines, or fluctuations of Primordial Aura to activate. All of the races that made these seals were long extinct.

I allow my consciousness to flow outward, examining the laws fluctuating off the artifacts acquired here, and begin comparing them to the Fortress Citadel that is still intact.

Now, it is being used as another long-term storage system for the new generations, but the residue from the ancient seals is still present.

The deeper in toward the center of this enormous maze-like artifact I probe, the stronger the density of ether I feel. It even comes close to the purity of my ether pool in the moments before I merged all of my energies in the membrane.

Logically, even with the new enhancement of laws in the system, there should not be any energy so strong and pure in the Upper Realm. Looking back on the 2 billion or so years of memories I hold from absorbing the minds of my enemies, even in those eras there should not have been this purity of ether present.

The Fortress was constructed by a being before the Demons emerged.

I begin to examine and calculate the rate of decay present on these High Quality arrays, and compare them to the state of the Fortress when Noctus scanned the Upper Realm during his life.

It is clear that as the eras passed, many of the complex Flawless Grade seals aged throughout time and lowered their efficacy to High Quality Ether.

Given another few billion years, this Fortress would have probably shown signs of Medium Quality and even Low Quality arrays.

Even without the exact memories of the lost eras, where no living beings or even races exist to prove what happened, I can calculate that this Fortress was crafted approximately 6 billion years ago. It was made without the direct link to a system, instead made entirely of independent ether glyphs and arrays.

It is not a timeless artifact. All of the structures, pure ether, and black soul stone mass are from this galaxy. All of the laws vibrating within them show that this is their true birthplace, the current Origin Plane.

Even without my deductions, there are many records within this museum sealed away in the Ravine. They are sealed away in data packet formations, with a unique lock made from Abby’s Primordial Aura. Yet, for me, this is simple to peer through. Over the past few centuries, the Research Teams here have found evidence for over seven hundred thousand extinct ancient races.

Many of them have unique languages, yet deciphering them is quite easy. Many hold common root languages, and the eras overlap, referencing each other. Approximate era dating was already constructed and documented, even the building of the Fortress Citadel is referenced.

Yet, there are many corridors, storage rooms, and caves that are still left untouched, as they are mysteries the teams down here are continuing to work on.

When my senses flow through them, even the stones that are flat without any symbols or remaining ether to test, I gain far more knowledge than the researchers.

Some vibrate with laws birthed far before the Citadel was formed. Many even exhibit fluctuations of a time before the Upper Realm was even stretched over the Origin Plane.

However, my eyes only widen in surprise when I start to feel the presence of fluctuations present in memories that I have only absorbed through my sword and the golden glyphs in Ember’s eyes.

There are artifacts here that have familiar laws, those from past Great Cycles, that should not exist in this galaxy.