Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster’s Power - Chapter 1077

Capítulo 1077: Chapter 1077

There are far more system users present in the cyan and blue zones, with levels ranging anywhere from 5,000 to some surpassing 100,000. In the Purple Zone, almost everyone has risen to the six-figure level mark.

Yet, the Purple Zone is far more relaxed. The only progression taking place happens within the Ritual Domains where legacies are stored, or in private cultivation chambers filled with remnants of ancient glyphs or others’ primordial aura to increase their comprehension.

It is the pinnacle of the Upper Realm. Through the overindulgence of magical items and the infusion of the Immortal Healer’s Artifacts, many facilities allow those with lesser talent to merge and survive ascending to the purple core.

There are limits to the potential of most beings. It is where many dwell to retire or set up strongholds for their kin to visit from the lower zones from time to time.

In this transitional zone, where various means of commerce take place, the variance of new budding system users is more evident.

There are plenty of system users that are less than five centuries old, some extremely fortunate talents even below a hundred years. They are products of the newest era’s system laws, and their essence is far different from earlier generations.

From a single glance, I can feel the resonating difference in the generations of living beings from their fluctuations alone. They appear brighter and more vibrant, as if they have melded with the rich essence of an Origin Plane with fewer poisonous restrictions.

The presence of each soul tie Maria and I severed is visible in their physical makeups. The younger the Lords I see, the less tainted by the old era they are. The deeper I look into the crowds, the more I feel my mind slipping away, recalling the exact memories that coincide with these changing laws.

Before I know it, the entire construct begins to blur, and I start peering through the membrane again. Yet, when I blink, I release a large amount of my fragmented essence back into the void to return to my real body. Holding this much power in my avatar is not necessary, and will only hinder my enjoyment of the moment.

My gaze returns to one of only inspecting the divine threads, mana, and ether in the air; yet I can still pick up on the interesting shifts in the status progression of the new generation.

There are very different buff rewards being granted during the rank-up stages. Many prodigies born in the Upper Realm receive divine bodies upon reaching level 500. Some are even born with celestial forms when born here in the environment of the Cyan and Blue Zones.

Yet, with these fortuitous system events unfolding, I see that the old Rising Emperor’s functions for borrowing skills and buffs at an unlimited rate have ceased.

During the Galactic War, in order to eradicate the Ancient Imperial Demons left behind, every single system user was able to borrow any skills they desired. There was even a free flow of infinite Advanced Primordial Aura and energy control granted to the citizens of the Origin Plane.

Yet, it appears over the years these power allocations have been locked behind walls of authority.

Only the Admins, Knights, Commanders, and Generals retain full access to this power.

However, within this Cyan and Blue Zone, I can feel that it is not just the presence of Seraphel that keeps the peace.

There are millions of Lords granted specific allocations of this extra power who maintain the balance. In the Purple Zone, I did not recognize any beings like this, because Abby’s fragmented consciousness alone is strong enough to separate into an army of body doubles to handle every Purple-Cored Lord in the galaxy.

Within this zone, hovering around every tower, the presence of real system users is evident.

Many of them belong to the lizard and snake races.

A few hold Purple Cores and act as enforcement squad leaders, but the majority within these zones hold True Dark Blue Cores.

They consist of lizardmen, black and white serpents, emerald geckos, and various races that have found it convenient and fulfilling to serve under the Reign of the Last Blue Wyvern.

I pull my curious probing back and smile as I retract my hand from the respectful greeting with the blue-haired human form of Seraphel.

“You have amassed quite the guard squad here. I remember a few of those captains from below Ellipsia. They’ve grown a lot.”

While this infrastructure is impressive, my senses keep seeping downward, and I feel that the changes within the Green Zone are the most profound.

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With another instant activation of silver threads, I tether the four of us together and void step downward into the green zone.

Unlike the last two meetings that ended up in confined cultivation chambers, this time we find ourselves out in the open, with green clouds floating by left and right.

On an expansive platform atop the Grand Citadel of the Green Zone, there is only one figure present, looking out over the edge into the vast green zone.

There are many towers built on the base of this zone, rising high above the thicker cloud layer below most citadels. They all look very similar to the towers in the zone we just left; however, many of these buildings are not sealed off from the outside zone.

There are many open windows, doors, and public markets with the same green divine thread gravity count as the rest of the zone.

Of course, a few buildings are specially crafted, but in the main hubs near the citadels, that is not the case. As I peer all the way across the zone, many smaller private chambers are built with these specifications.

The fast travel orbs in this zone are far slower than in the zones above, as the average level of system users here ranges from 500 to 10,000 on average. There are rare exceptions of singular six-figure level holders at the top of most towers, working as business owners or private guards.

Yet, the normal citizens I watch roam about are mostly newly ascended system users, or weaker beings that are far more interested in business and managing worlds, item sales, and dungeon rentals rather than becoming stronger themselves.

I quickly begin to map out the wealth districts in the general vicinity. The Grand Citadel’s bottom floor, which is the largest, holds the majority of high-end shops and commerce centers. It works like the heartbeat of the cities that surround it.

Many of the fast travel lanes connecting the buildings that are not on the citadel still connect at the same altitude, millions of kilometers above the zone floor, perfectly in line with the lower layer of the Citadel.

The further away from the epicenter, the less prosperous the markets become.

There is no definitive separation, but over the centuries of alliances and natural growth, new districts and community habits have been born.

Though, unlike my first time entering a major city in the green zone, fear and oppression do not fill the air. I see over a million guards within the Grand Citadel alone. The majority are at the peak of the green true core, while littered among the captains there are some Cyan and Blue cored Lords in charge.

I recognize many of these higher-tiered guards as system users I saved from Ellipsia centuries ago. They were souls trapped within Demonic Servant Avatars, yet after conquering the zone, the Warlords crafted new Avatars for all of them.

When I spot other citadels floating far off in the distance, it appears they too have adopted similar models, having their floating islands as the city epicenters, and for millions of kilometers surrounding them, larger cities are built.

A smile slowly forms on my face as I retract my senses back to the platform we stand on.

The presence of a deep purple-cored Goblin Queen turns around as she senses movement behind her.

Ava’s eyes open wide as our gazes meet, and the subtle fluctuations of long-range telepathy messages burst off of her. It would be easy to intercept and even read the contents of her messages, but I sense who they’re headed to and decide not to intervene.

A thud echoes through this entire floor of the citadel.

It is the third time I’m witnessing such a sight, but watching old battle partners that I thought of as near equals all kneel at the very sight of me has still not become normal.

“The Emperor has returned. I humbly welcome you back to the Green Zone.”

Just as wisps of silver threads start to form on my fingers, a red and white burst of light from afar approaches at a rapid rate, so I wait until they arrive.

The enormous battle forms of a Purple Cored Scarlet Berserker and a Pristine White Griffin both touch down behind her.

Upon impact, they revert to their smallest suppressed forms and bow their heads while falling to a knee, not saying a word.

Maria sends out threads of mirrors intertwined with my simple silver threads, and the three of them are lifted to their feet again.

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Author’s Note:

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