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

Chapter 646

The entire island of Palmyra is quiet.

Contracted hunters are deep within the mana-shielded structures down below me on the palm, farming away to fulfill their quotas.

A few high-level guards line the streets near the center of the cities, and on the finger islands, there are quite a few C and B-Class hunters awake, spending their leisure time inside the facilities.

However, on the largest finger island, the thumb, where I currently stand, there are only three other individuals present.

There are two strong yellow-cored individuals inside the large mansion at the back of the estate, and behind me, landing just as I arrive here, the red-cored A-Class hunter arrives carrying multiple containment cases full of item boxes from the long period of farming collected from the main island below.

He walks straight past me without noticing a thing, as I'm using stealth, and the doors of the large mansion open wide.

As he walks in, I slip in right behind as the high A-Grade shielded doors close behind him.

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The young A-Class hunter's voice echoes through the entrance hall.

"Mr. Alfred and Ms. Fiona, the daily quotas have been met. We are scheduled to have a meeting with the District of Ashmore in 15 minutes."

There is some pain in his words, and as he walks further in, I watch his steps become slower.

Two figures stand at the back of the large entrance room, in front of an enormous curved bookcase that fills the entire back wall of the entrance hall.

There are art pieces on the walls and a few interesting statues, but it is rather bland.

The doors near the back of the room that lead to elevators and walkways to the main estate make me believe this is just the front hall they show to visitors. I can sense secret rooms and corridors behind this artificial main hall.

Though, my mind doesn't harp on that fact for long, it is more focused on the dense yellow divine threads permeating from their bodies.

The pressure is strong, and it seems to be suppressed a bit by their mana shielding, not to kill their A-Class red-cored guest; however, with my own eyes and advanced perception, I find that they're roughly the same strength as Mr. Freeman was.

Their cores aren't as damaged as the old Apex Region's director. They look slightly younger, but trying to guess a person's age when divine energy is involved is nearly impossible based on looks alone.

The man, presumably Mr. Alfred, is slightly stronger, standing with a well-groomed mustache, slicked-back hair, and sharp black-and-white professional attire. He is [Lv. 9901] and holds a superior wind magic skill.

He speaks up first and motions for the young man to come closer.

"Very good. We shall leave soon..."

He pauses and twists the ends of his mustache before asking another question.

"Do we have any updates on that new shipment? There were a few accidents this week with the surges, and we need to replace a few faulty units."

The red core stops after taking a few steps forward and bows his head before answering.

"Yes, sir, we had new contracts processed from central. There will be 400 new workers- I mean units... with 10-year contracts soon to replace the defects."

He nods a few times.

"I only ordered 350, but extra will do... Very good, thank you."

He turns to the woman beside him, who is slightly overweight, wearing a deep purple-colored dress and bright red lipstick. She is [Lv. 9785] and holds a superior water magic skill.