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

Chapter 650

The streets are lit with neon lights, and different songs are playing on every corner.

Bars, restaurants, and late-night entertainment of anything one desires line the streets, with towering skyscrapers high above stacking hundreds of floors into the air.

I follow the flow of people to fit in, making my way into one of the largest nightclubs in this small portion of the city.

Rhythmic beats compete with the loud noises of laughter, cheers, clapping, and dancing, while I'm hit with a heavy air pressure shift of pure mana as I walk through the doors.

It's easily five times as dense with mana in here, making for an exhilarating rush for the average citizen once they're inside.

Tables filled with bright-colored drinks, bottles on fire, and private dancers fill my vision as I walk through the crowds of people, using my inspect skill to follow the trail of money and power as best I can.

Most of the people in this club are over level 100, meaning they most likely earn far more than the average citizen dungeon diving. However, the main floor is filled with level 100-250 hunters and some well-dressed unawakened businessmen. All of the C-Grade and above migrate toward the back of the club, where the private rooms are.

I approach and see a woman in tight clothing with shots of drinks and bright neon-glowing pills walking around, offering samples to all the parties entering the private lounge area.

Many hunters take them down in a single gulp, as well as the unlabeled pills, and their eyes dilate, their smiles growing as they move through the privately sectioned-off portion of the club.

A few slots in line ahead of me, a man refuses the offering, flashing a silver card in front of the woman, but she shakes her head, refusing him entry unless he takes the drink and drugs.

They get into an argument, and two B-Class guards come out from the private room a few seconds later to escort the man out with ease.

When it's my turn in line, I just smile politely, taking the drink and pill, activating my master of illusions buff to make it appear as if I've followed her orders. In reality, they simply vanish into my storage, untouched.

She allows me to walk through once my grin grows, and I head straight into the private lounges, where the music is far less loud, and the guests are more well-dressed and influential.

I walk to the private bar, keeping a permanent smile on my face and a slight sway to my steps to play the part.

There are still flashing neon lights back here, and the room is pumped with even denser mana than the main floor. The young women serving drinks walk slowly, taking time to chat with each client, and no one is swiping their silver cards after each order—they only pay when they decide to leave or enter the private rooms at the far back of this exclusive lounge.

I take a seat between two parties. One is a man just over level 400, on the beginning stages of awakening his mana control. He's buying drinks for the many women around him, some awakened, others not.

The party to my right is a group of three men. Two are just over level 250, while the one in the middle is unawakened but clearly a businessman. They're all around the same age, mid-30s, most likely grew up together and chose different career paths.

As I sit down, a young woman with piercing green eyes asks what I'd like the moment I settle in.

Pausing with a wide smile, I order a few shots of their most expensive liquor and a mixed drink to go with it.

The blonde-haired woman pours my drinks, and I feel the gaze of an old man on the other side of the bar. I brush it off, surveying the room and eavesdropping on nearby conversations.