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

Chapter 684

Not wanting to reveal the full extent of my abilities, after draining the Divine threads from Elara and her familiar, I still only let out the exact strength that I peaked at during our short exchange.

I sent a ripple of perception at the two remaining teams in the room.

The Demon's status is still blocked entirely, filled with purple question marks and unreadable characters.

However, the last remaining member of the big three has a status that shines bright in my mind's eye.

Beckman's level reads [Lv. 23,985], and his single skill is [Foresight][Divine Grade]. His three buffs include [Mental Fortitude], [Perfect Calculation], and [Divine Clairvoyance], making it clear his abilities are very mental strength focused.

The horse he rides on has an identical level but somehow has no skills. It just has one buff called [Mind Devourer].

The eerie feeling I got before when looking at the duo actually came from this horse, as its strength alone is not the most frightening thing about it. Its True Core has combined with its singular buff, and this aura it gives off makes me both excited and hesitant to move forward.

My instincts are immediately confirmed by a private telepathy message from Ember.

"You'll be fine if you keep your guard up; just don't stare that horse in the eyes for too long."

I nod, grinning and stepping forward while yelling out loud at Beckman.

"Kill me? That's a little extreme, don't you think? I thought you were the sensible one. Swear your loyalty to me, and you won't have to die a meaningless death."

My blade flickers red as it senses me walking closer to another potential enemy.

The man on horseback, at the back of his sector, continues sifting through data, taking in the consistent readings of my greater form and power output of my sword.

"No... It's impossible. I cannot take the gamble; the odds are not in my favor... Given your current strength, I can defeat you 71.88% of the time, while even if we worked together to challenge this demon, we would not be able to breach a 9% probability of victory. It is simply not logical—"

I cut him off.

"Maybe you don't have the full picture. Is this all the world is to you? Numbers, probability, a winnable game of chance to preserve yourself above all else?"

Beckman looks up from his screen and tightens his gaze.

"You would be a fool to believe this world is anything but that. To make it this far, you must understand there is always a time and place for battles to be fought and other times to retreat with what you can carry. We only have one chance at life; through our own eyes, we are the most important thing. Hundreds of millions of lives are worth the trade-off for my own, even the whole world if it was necessary. What would be the point of all of this if I gave up now?"

I continue to walk forward, increasing my speed, then respond.

"So this was your plan from the start? Ever since you made contact with the Demons? Stage a Great War, lie to your people in Central, and sacrifice the rest of the world just so you can live on?"

Beckman responds while motioning for his horse to move forward, the rhythmic echoing footsteps coinciding with his response.

"It wasn't my plan before the system linked to this world. I was rather content overseeing humans as the centuries went by. However, the system gave me new insight on the rules of reality. I am meant to live forever; I have the ability to choose the right path every time. You are far too young and lacking sight to understand my choice is the correct one. If you put your sword down now, there is a certainty you will live like royalty in a kingdom surrounded by flames. The humans left behind have no idea the world around them has moved on, and when the demons use the humans we've sacrificed to farm this world dry of mana and leave, we can be the saviors that put out the flames and open the walls to show the desolate world to the humans we've saved. It is a win-win."