"So what if you discovered it? It’s already too late." Mirabella stopped her advance, her voice cold and final. She didn’t need to move another inch to end this. She simply uttered the skill that would crush the life out of the undead:
"Sonic gravity."
Instantly, the atmospheric pressure increased a thousandfold within her 500-ter domain. The force was so imnse that the skeletal army didn’t just break—they were instantly pulverized into fine grey ash.
THUD!
The Necromancer mage dropped to its knees, its ancient bones creaking under the artificial weight. It stared at Mirabella in pure, unadulterated shock, the erald flas in its eyes flickering wildly.
"What... Are you still a human?!!" it wheezed, its voice box rattling. Its intellect was high enough to realize it wasn’t facing a re Level 170 adventurer, but a conceptual anomaly.
Mirabella took a single step, the spatial distortion making her appear instantly in front of him. She stared down at the skull for a few seconds, her expression unreadable, before placing her palm directly onto its cranium.
"I will say it... Thank you for the skills you just used," she said. It wasn’t gratitude; it was an epitaph.
Suddenly, a swirling mass of toxic green energy gathered in her palm, which was still pressed against the skull.
"Poisonous Ball."
She uttered the command coldly. The Necromancer’s own signature attack detonated against its face, the magical feedback and physical force throwing the mage ters backward.
"You! I am immune to magical—"
BAM!!!
An invisible Guardian’s punch smashed into its head mid-sentence. Before Mirabella’s eyes, the World Boss finally shattered into nothing but a cloud of dark dust.
[Congratulations! Spectral has killed a World Boss.]
[Reputation has been maxed.]
{Congratulations, Host killed a Lv300 World Boss and gained 3,000,000 EXP.}
{Level increased: Lv175.}
Mirabella listened to the global announcent echoing in the void and smiled thinly. "I guess this announcent is only active in this dungeon; those outside in the academy can’t hear this."
She turned to leave, but froze, looking over her shoulder. A glimring object had manifested where the boss died. She opened her palm, and a golden skill scroll floated through the air, landing softly on her skin.
"Another Legendary scroll... It seems my luck isn’t that bad after all. There is only a 1% chance of getting legendary scrolls, and you can only gain these from World Boss kills," she mused. She slowly unwrapped the parchnt, and a brilliant light shot out, embedding itself into her forehead.
{Congratulations, Host gained a skill.}
"Huh?" Mirabella was stunned.
{Skill: Poison Immunity: Host is completely immune to poison.}
{Imperial Bloodline activated.}
{Skill has been maxed: Poison Immunity: Host is completely immune to all poison in existence, and gains Spirit energy equal to the damage taken.}
"Huh? I thought I would gain so undead summons skill," she muttered, a hint of disappointnt in her voice.
{Aren’t you happy with what you already have?}
The system queried dryly.
"Hey, having the power to summon an undead army... won’t that be the ultimate strength?" She started walking towards the massive gate, already fantasizing about the tactical possibilities of the skill she didn’t get.
{Poison Damage: 1.}
{Poison completely neutralized.}
{Spirit energy: 1.}
"If I had the powers to summon undead, and each of them could use my multiplier, I would be a goddess... the strongest Goddess in this world. Then, when the third server opens, I will be truly invincible," she smiled, her eyes gleaming with ambition.
{.....}
Mirabella reached the iron gate and gestured to one of her invisible guardians. "Take down this gate."
WHOOSH!
The Guardian shot forward and smashed the massive structure with a single blow, sending a colossal cloud of dust and debris into the air.
"So easy," she said, stepping out of the dead zone.
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"Ah!"
Mirabella took in a deep, clean breath. She looked over her shoulder, but instead of the destroyed gate or the jagged boundary wall, she saw... nothing. Just an endless, open field. The transition was seamless, a characteristic of high-tier spatial dungeons.
She blinked, scanning the horizon. "Wait, is this another zone?" She was montarily speechless at the shift from decay to vibrant life.
BOOM!!
BAM!!
"Is that the sound of a battle? For it to reach this place, it must be intense!!" She snapped her fingers, and Cupcake appeared before her, lazily licking her paws.
"Huh?" Cupcake looked around the field. "You found a way out of there, Master?" she asked in surprise, sensing the lack of poison.
"Yes, co on. Take to that battle... Grow," Mirabella commanded, her voice urgent.
"Yes!"
Cupcake’s small form expanded rapidly. In seconds, a two-ter-tall winged tiger stood proudly before her, its fur shimring under the dungeon’s blue sky. Mirabella mounted the beast without hesitation.
"North."
Cupcake nodded and shot into the air, a white blur flying towards the sounds of conflict.
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Below them, a fierce struggle was unfolding. A group of thirty heavily armored fighters was locked in combat with a fifty-ter-tall dragon, its scales glistening like obsidian, with massive chains wrapped around its body. The group strained against the chains, trying to ground the beast.
"Hold it!! Don’t you dare let it escape!!!" A lady in her late 20s with long brown hair and sharp eyes yelled. She wore an eagle emblem on her chest and stood 50 yards from the thrashing dragon, directing the chaos with terrifying authority.
"Yes, Leader!!!" the knights, warriors, assassins and mages roared back, leaning their full weight into the chains anchored to the dragon’s legs.
GRAAAAAAA!!
The dragon unleashed a torrential wave of flas toward the group. To the dragon’s shock, the fire didn’t burn the humans; instead, the flas swirled and moved upward, flying toward the woman and rging into her palm. The Dragon stopped, staring at her in rage.
The woman brought her palm to her mouth and licked it, a predatory grin on her face. "I love absorbing others’ skills," she smiled. Then, her voice bood:
"Co on, you Knights and Warriors! Can’t you pull this dragon down?!!!"
"We are sorry, Leader Zephyra! We’re trying our best!!" they yelled, unaware that a much more dangerous predator had just arrived above them on the back of a spirit beast.
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