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

Chapter 689

The instant the green divine orb hits the open air, the compact threads within continue their violent unraveling.

With the Demon nowhere to be seen, shadow stepping my way in the darkness, I don't waste any time and swallow the strange prize from the first floor.

The Vermillion Family Demon materializes in a black and purple mist, towering over me as he swings his blade.

All possible paths I can take using my foresight skill show the next few milliseconds ending in the fall of the human world...

I still attempt to block and twist out of the way, but the moment my Soul Sword clashes with his, I feel myself being overpowered by an astounding degree. A dangerous pulse comes from my chest.

Instead of the green orb unraveling in the open air, it's been swallowed, now sitting at the center of my chest, unraveling inside me.

An absurd amount of pressure squeezes my core, like I'm having a heart attack; but at the same time, sharp energy explodes throughout my arms, legs, and even shoots into my brain.

It's both the most pleasurable and most painful feeling I've ever experienced.

It feels like the times I tried to absorb green threads in the past, eating the divine fruits, and absorbing the green serpent's aura—but as if I'm doing thousands at once.

It's impossible to tell how much divine energy was in that orb. Now, as it tears my real body to shreds but simultaneously empowers my Astral Form, I let out a blood-curdling scream and swing my blade back at the Demon.

From the center of my Astral Form, an eruption of green light spreads outward like dye dropped into pure water.

My strength skyrockets as my Astral Form expands, instantly matching the Demon's height at just over 1,100 meters tall.

His strike, meant to kill me, is instantly negated, and the Demon is hit across the chest with a fiery green slash, blown back to the opposite side of the room.

Just because I've managed to fend off this strike doesn't mean the battle is won.

As the green light in my core continues to expand, not even my Astral Form is large enough to contain it.

My physical body is being torn away faster than I can heal it, and the small green orb keeps unraveling more and more, with a seemingly endless amount of divine threads.

The pleasure I felt at the start of this process is quickly overwhelmed by far more pain and a sharp ringing in my ears.

Cracks in my Astral Form explode outward with dense waves of green divine threads, and I continue growing in size, struggling to stay upright and conscious.

All I hear over the ringing is the Demon yelling in a rage-filled tone.

"Disgusting. That much green divine energy in a True Core that isn't fully saturated will only lead to your demise! It takes years to assimilate with the throne—you have taken the coward's way out!"

This is all I hear through his laughter as my Divine Core struggles to process all the green threads being forced through it.

Large portions of the threads aren't even processed and are just shot out into the atmosphere. But enough stay within my core to change its tint from bright yellow to pale green.

I feel my links of loyalty skyrocket, breaching 80 million after this stunt. Through the pain, ringing, and hazy mind, I rely on my foresight ability to guide my next movements.

More cracks in my Astral Form break open as it grows, but I need to take advantage of this strength while it's at my fingertips.

Lunging forward, I clash with the Demon again, bouncing off his sword and countering to leave another green fiery slash across his flesh, sending him flying to the back of the room.