Chapter 117 - The Voices Identity

Chapter 117 - The Voice's Identity

The green liquid flowed down his throat and Varian felt a warm feeling spreading throughout him.

All the aura derivatives in his body—chi, space power and mana, rumbled with the warmth.

Varian sighed in comfort.

It was as if his body was soaked in a warm spring. The pain slowly, but surely, disappeared.

As a Level 4, his recovery rate was high. With the assistance from ambrosia, it rose to a terrifying degree.

Blood was generated, skin was regrown, muscles were rebuilt and bones were strengthened.

Varian knew it was not a mature Ambrosia. The one he took only had a fraction of power.

But even then, he could feel the majesty of its existence.

Ambrosia could not be created anywhere else. Only the dungeons were able to do it.

Despite the best efforts to replicate the dungeon environment, humanity failed countless times.

They didn't know the reason... but Varian, at the moment, somehow knew it.

The greatest gift of a dungeon was neither the beast cores, nor the precious resources. It wasn't even the ambrosia.

The greatest gift was Dungeon itself.

His own level was too low to comprehend it, but as the ambrosia worked its magic, Varian was able to grasp that it held greater secrets.

'Something beyond even Sovereigns...' He sighed as the last bit of injury in his body healed.

Then the warmth coiled around his aura derivatives and finally dissolved into chi.

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The chi in his body rose substantially. On a micro-level, the resonance between the chi and each cell of his body increased.

Not only that, his chi, space power and mana were restored to their peak. Essentially, he surpassed his previous peak.

After a while, Varian stood up and clenched his fists.

Pop!

Pop!

The air in his palms exploded, and he noticed the rise in his own strength.

Varian didn't care and ran towards the center of the Core Zone.

He encountered only a few beasts on the way. After the debacle, they didn't try to pick fights and simply avoided him.

The cute voice continued to guide him.

'Go ahead for a few hundred meters.'

'Turn right.'

'You see those four mountains forming a circle?'

'Yes, that one. Enter it.'

Varian took a deep breath. The anxious feeling in his mind returned.

He rubbed his sweaty palms and passed through the tall mountains.

By his estimates, the area they were enclosing was at least twenty miles in radius.

As Varian stepped into the plain, his eyes constricted.

Without hesitation, he ran to the center.

'What the... what the actual fuck is this?' His breath stopped as he gazed at the thing in front.

Thing indeed.

It was a black and white disc-like spaceship. It was very similar to the UFO of Old Earth.

No, there was an even more popular name.

Ghostship.

It was reported to be seen by humans throughout their 500 year modern history.

However, there was no proof and became a sort of urban legend.

Varian too believed that it was just a fabrication until his first class in the academy.

The words of the lecturer rang in his mind.

"This ghost ship was the one that broke Sun. That caused the re-emergence of aura."

Varian stepped closer to the ghost ship, the orchestrator of the Blink.

"The aura of solar system and its vicinity were locked by something we don't know yet. This ghost ship broke these chains, if you will and aura broke loose."

Having found the urban legend, there was a surge of emotions inside him.

As he prepared to destroy it, a light hologram appeared above the spaceship.

It was similar to a rain doll, a complete white body with a smiley face.

It looked at Varian and smiled widely. "Hi, I'm the cute ghost. AI of Ghost ship."

"....Holy fuck!"