Novel & Cerita Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster's Power

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

Summoning every ounce of strength left, I jumped on and tore off toward our hideout. I slammed the door shut behind me and crumpled to the floor, breathless. Blood oozed from my arm, but I had no time for that then. I opened my hand to reveal the prize: a pink diamond, glinting with an otherworldly glow. "It's here. Now talk," I said. Old Fox, ever the cool customer, took the diamond, inspected it briefly in the light, and then pulled out a sealed dossier from his desk. "Everything you need to know about your guy is right here."

If the Dungeon Core can manage to get its hands into the corpse of such a being, and quite possibly its soul too, it could absorb it and gain enough energy to rank up and finally cross the X-Rank Realm to reach the Divine Dungeon Realm! Oh? But there was more… An X-Rank coming with it and… another Pseudo Demi Deity too! It was a big challenge… and the Dungeon only had X-Rank monsters at most… but it also had traps, the ability to manipulate its own interior partially, and the ability to lure them with all sorts of monsters and types of creatures… whatever power they had, if the dungeon did it just right like it always has done it… perhaps, they would all die at the end! How glorious would it

My mind raced wildly. What is Scar doing kidnapping me to some remote scenic cave? As we passed under the thundering falls and through the veil of water, however, I quickly realized this was no ordinary cavern. Strange contraptions and piles of treasure glinted in the shadowy depths, flames flickering suggested this was Scar's horde. "Since when did he start you horde?" Scar ignored me and glided smoothly into an open chamber and touched down lightly. I craned my head around anxiously, not sure what he wanted to show me.

It gets up again, though, and starts running towards us. Alec jumps down from the tree and rushes towards the white gorilla thing. I want to tell him to stop, but that would alert the monster to him. Instead, I reach for my strength. It's not there, though. I can't summon it like I usually can. My stomach sinks. Crap. The monster's eyes flash, and it throws itself at me and Damon. We brace ourselves, but suddenly, Alec lands on its shoulder and sinks his teeth into the white fur.

Suddenly, the dive bar trembled. It wasn't the bass from the speakers. It was a massive, localized anti-gravity displacement happening right above them. The neon signs outside flickered and died. Through the grimy window, they saw a massive, serpentine shadow descending through the toxic rain. It was a Cyber-Dragon Gunship—a terrifying, hundred-foot-long mechanical beast made of polished black chrome and glowing red thrusters, bristling with heavy orbital-strike cannons. "ATTENTION ROGUES," a voice boomed from the Gunship, shaking the foundations of the entire slum block. "YOU ARE IN POSSESSION OF STOLEN DIVINE PROPERTY. SURRENDER THE DRIVE, OR THE ENTIRE SECTOR WILL BE FORMATTED."

"The Archive offered me a seat at the new table, a place where the debt is managed by logic instead of a man with a savior complex and a blood-oath he can't even define anymore. The contract isn't just null and void, it’s been archived, and you’re the only piece of bad debt left on my personal ledger." As Miller’s finger began to tighten on the trigger, the water beneath his gunboat didn't just churn, it erupted in a massive, pressurized geyser of silver and black. It wasn't the Archive’s tentacles, and it wasn't a Thorne torpedo,it was the "Ghost of the Harbor," the diver in the obsidian-black exoskeleton who had saved Silas in the vault. The figure slammed onto the deck of Miller’s boat wi

If there is anything that I could say I don’t like about him, it’s that he agrees with this horrific practice of stealing dragon eggs. I dismiss my maids and look at myself in the mirror again. I have a secret, a big one. Every time my father finds an egg, I do everything in my power to steal it and return it to its mother. I’ve become adept at it. It’s not easy and I can’t always find the mother. But when I’m out in the wild trying to find a nest, the dragons find me. It’s as if they can sense their missing eggs and they come for them.

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”