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

Chapter 631

I walk down a small curving path within a well-maintained park on the edge of the city.

It's dimly lit, leading to a portion of housing that looks like hundreds of people live in, near one of the local markets. Like most cities, the outer edges are less crowded than the center, where massive apartment complexes, towering association-run businesses, and the main dungeon hub sit.

I keep my stealth skill fully activated, and Raven does too, walking next to me and communicating telepathically as we move into the more populated areas of town.

"Tell me more about this island... I'll be the one taking control of it soon, after all."

As we walk further into the large city, it's a little eerie how clean and orderly everything is. The housing communities are identical, and even the level of hunters asleep inside are nearly the exact same, all sectioned off to certain districts.

There is about one guard awake, slowly surveying every block for every 100 residents, and the average level of these residents increases more and more as we get to the center of the city.

They all range from level 100 up to roughly 450. Most of the B and A-rank hunters are on the finger islands.

Raven's response to my question makes everything on this island make so much more sense but disgusts me all the same.

"It's as close to slavery as you can get. Over 70,000 residents all trapped on an island kilometers above sea with the closest bit of land nearly a thousand kilometers away. They may get to live somewhat normal lives, but the Kingdom of Palmyra is one of the highest-grossing raw dungeon loot exporters in the world. I've visited a few times over the decades; they often use raw luminite and pure mana farmed from central to trigger the creation of unique dungeons. In exchange for free housing and stable pay, long hours of dungeon farming are a mandatory weekly quota for residents."

I raise an eyebrow at Raven's mention of luminite, as I've never heard anyone speak of it other than Bri in my past. It appears the fluke of an experiment I tried out in the forest bordering Vice City to accidentally create dungeons has been replicated by the Association before.

There's no reason to pry further, so I raise a different question as we approach the center of the city with the taller skyscrapers, well-lit streets, yet still no one outside other than the occasional guard.

"So what? Like an extended contract with the association? They're allowed back to the mainland with enough money to live off for the rest of their lives once their duties are paid? Or—"

While the vibes this place gives off aren't savory, I want to give it the benefit of the doubt before doing a full investigation. Allies with morals that align with my own never hurt, but Raven's reply confirms the fact floating around in my subconscious.

"More like work or die. Sure, there's many contracts in place, but the terms are always extended for the most minor infractions. A single missed farming quota, failure to secure breaks in a timely manner. The King and Queen rule this place to profit, nothing more. Residents are hunted down by the high-ranking guards if they ever try to escape before their terms are up, and those that by a miracle manage to fulfill their contracts often have accidents on the way back home..."

Raven pauses, and I shake my head while replying.

"I bet it's quite the lucrative system... but it could be done with a little bit more humanity in mind."

I roll my eyes and turn my gaze to the thumb of the island far off in the distance that houses two dense yellow wells of energy and a single red one standing guard on the estate.

"The ruthless leaders are always the ones that manage to stay in power. At least I won't have to forcefully take over a kingdom run by saints."

I smirk while looking back down the empty street we walk on toward a very concentrated area of dungeons.