"Ha!"
"Ping ping pong pong!"
"Ha... ha..."
Gapar was panting heavily, wiping sweat off his forehead as silver tear drops slowly turned into smoke and dispersed beneath his feet.
Watching the creature shape-shift into an identical version of himself, only to wither away as ash was certainly an intriguing experience. The silver tear drop replicated him without any equipnt, only a rag—and yet, that's an impression he really didn't want now.
The silver tear drops mimicking himself turned out to be even more troubleso than he had anticipated.
Each possessed the sa strength as the tear drops that had attacked them at the entrance of Nox Lorn, but back then, he had Leon and the others to share the load. Now, however, these two silver tear drops were mirroring everything about him.
Appearance, ability, weapons...
Just now, Gapar truly felt the pressure of battling two versions of himself simultaneously.
If it weren't for the fact that the silver tear drop's copied form had no armor, lacked the intellect to employ versatile strategies, and had weaker bodies than normal people, allowing him to seize the opportunity and unleash a powerful combat skill to empty their health bars—
He definitely would have been crushed in this fight.
Biomitic Tear Drops were a creation studied by the Eternal City's inhabitants to create their king. Although nurous and unimpressive in appearance,
They were imnsely formidable. For the residents of the Eternal City, Biomitic Tear Drops were their secret weapon.
Unfortunately, before more could be deployed onto the battlefield, their city was buried underground, leaving behind countless tear drops.
Gapar now needed to catch his breath after quickly forcing his body to unleash a powerful combat skill.
"Why can those silver tear drops still mimic when my strength is incomparable to the past?"
After all, no matter how those mimicry-capable monsters mimic, their strength shouldn't surpass the mimicked target. Otherwise, monsters with mimicry skills should be the world's strongest race, replicating hundreds of Sword Saints, Spear Saints, Bow Saints, and more.
Gapar is puzzled now.
Since his strength experienced a second spring in the Sain Dungeon, he hadn't faced monsters capable of humbling him.
"Darn it."
He sprinkled so Repair Light Powder onto his weapon and walked along the edge of the building where a misstep would lead to a straight drop.
Walk two steps, jump, walk two more steps, climb to a new platform, and then...
"Puff puff puff—"
Upon seeing Gapar, three silver tear drops blocking the way instantly transford.
Gapar watched as three "versions of himself" gradually took shape in the mist, furiously twitching his eyelids before charging at the silver tear droplets at lightning speed.
"!"
Maximized the big move's power for a decisive blast!
Yet to complete their transformation, the silver tear drops t their end with such a strong skill—death!
Their freshly ford blades tried to fend off the chaotic sword light, but after a few clattering sounds, it was silent. As the smoke cleared, remnants were strewn about, alongside Gapar leaning on his sword, gasping heavily.
"That's... enough for now..."
A few minutes later.
"Puff puff!"
Staring at the two silver tear drops appearing once more, the muscles around Gapar's mouth and eyes twitched.
"!"
A few minutes passed again.
"Puff puff puff!"
"!!!"
After walking a bit more.
"Puff puff puff puff puff!"
"Slash... whew... ..."
Feeling increasingly fatigued, after taking down the silver tear drops blocking his path, Gapar lay flat on the ground, his chest heaving wildly.
For him, it was akin to continuously unleashing big moves, leaving him completely drained.
No injuries, his exterior seed pristine, but internally, his Fighting Qi was severely depleted.
He's beyond caring if his frequent big moves are reasonable—he just knows if he doesn't, he'll get caught in an endless tug-of-war with silver tear drops.
"How many of these blasted things are there..."
A lot.
Who knows how many the Eternal City's residents made, who knows what number limit Gong Qiying set for automatic monster replenishnt in the Dungeon.
Before knowing the limits, they're better treated as elite monsters, resurfacing after every blessing-filled rest.
Now, at the sight of silver liquid, Gapar shudders with disgust.
There's a saying—your greatest adversary is yourself, fighting with yourself offers countless insights even if victory isn't achieved.
This rings true, seriously battling a duplicate truly hones martial art skills.
But if your duplicate was skilled in Soul V Six Arts Marathon's eighteen running styles, advanced fecal pot throwing techniques...
Spending ti battling oneself becos no longer honing skill, but training blood pressure.
Though seldom using the ntioned tactics in combat, Gapar still knows—and the silver tear drop copies do as well.
After encountering two silver tear drops, Gapar concludes internally.
If he turned into a monster, adventurers would certainly label him as ultimate filth.
Thus, even his Shura-level enthusiasm for combat couldn't withstand persistent silver tear drop entanglent, necessitating the preemptive use of powerful big moves before transformation completion.
He's figured it out now, figured out how to strategize in this cursed underworld-like area—
Bring weaker than him adventurers, let silver tear drops mimic more, then effortlessly eliminate them himself.
Unlike other areas where adventurers team up and the stronger, the better, but here teams up with weak ones is preferred instead.
It's truly a counter-strategy.
One comfort for Gapar is the quantity of Lune Silver Tear Drops provide—far surpassing the currently recognized most valuable Giant Guard, surely linked to their mimicked strength resembling Gapar's strength.
The drop rate of [Biomitic Tear Drop Remains] is exceedingly high; he's picked up seven or eight without using a single one, with tear drop shells and other materials also being dropped.
Additionally, Gapar obtained sothing peculiar.
[The King's half-body, beca the Eternal King, ruling a long-empty city]
After the silver tear drops died, a stone tablet fragnt-like object dropped from their dissolved bodies, inscribed with Magic Words akin to riddles to him.
While he found other inscriptions unintelligible, this sentence made sense.
"It ans that the big boss here is what's called the Eternal King."
He's quite seasoned in Sain Dungeon, fully understanding its peculiarities.
Fragnted narratives, hidden intel in map corners, repeatedly ntioning particular impressive terms...
Whatever is repeatedly ntioned must possess high status in this region!
Just like how the Casas Underground Tomb repeatedly ntioned Overlord Vonier, who turned out to be the final boss.
Now, Gapar truly believes Night Divine Domain's boss is what's terd as the Eternal King!
The na sounds grand, but after enduring many impressive terms in Sain Dungeon, Gapar considers "Eternal King" less terrifying!
Even Greg boasts a "Golden King" title full of style.
Before witnessing the Eternal King's power firsthand, Gapar won't hastily judge or blindly regard them as a mighty presence.
He indeed developed a new mindset after prolonged exposure to Sain Dungeon.
"Damn it, is there no other monster here?"
Feeling sowhat recovered, Gapar stood up again, heading towards the not-so-distant Divine Temple.
Not far along, yet another silver tear drop blocked his path, prompting a sigh as he unsheathed his sword.
But as the mist rose, the silver tear drop within transford into a figure he'd never seen before.
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