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Chapter 337: Fate Always Find Its Way II

Emit and Amon stood opposite each other, just outside the Freezer\'s entrance, on the sixth

floor.

"Just us?"

Amon snickered at his question and then looked behind him, eyeing the security guards surrounding the lab rats.

They were tasked with protecting this place, but looking at them now...

"Unfortunate."

Shivering in their boots was all that they could do.

"Yes, unlike the others, you only have two classes, so expect that I\'ll be asking more of you to compensate for that imbalance."

Ignoring his words, Emir glanced at those whom Amon called his men and scoffed.

\'They must\'ve seen what was in there, and even with all that they\'d experienced, it amounted to something a \'bit\' more than they could handle.\'

"Aha... Sure boss."

He teased, his tone hinting at how useless he perceived Amon\'s men to be.

The principal rolled his eyes and then turned to face the door, performing the scan.

"It\'s above their paygrade, besides, professors are usually tasked with dealing with situations like these. And since there\'s only a few professors that could be trusted in high-stakes

combat, we have them deal with the rest."

Emir nodded, silently accepting his excuse.

Moments later, a hologram of Brain appeared, a floating blob of slime, subtly asking if they were ready for what was inside with only the two of them:

[Principal Amon, are you sure?]

"Yes."

Not arguing with its owner\'s reply, the blob dissipated while saying:

[Understood. Access granted.]

They entered the isolating chamber, but no filtration system cleaned them.

Once the lockdown was initiated, all the systems shut themselves down, so the door before them was wide open.

A monster stood waiting for them.

It was a Zerathar.

Though in its humanoid form, it was still massive, reaching the roof while pushing away many of the other monsters next to it.

They looked up at it with faces that were all smiles.

"Hello."

"Thank you for welcoming us~."

The shadowy beast raised its long arms in reply, intending to cut them from limb to limb.

"YOU\'LL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MY-"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Those were its last words.

It didn\'t die, no, no, no, that would\'ve been a mercy. It was still alive.

Amon defeated it with a thought. Materializing chains of Reapers all around the monster, which cocooned it like a shell.

"I see your copy-paste ability is overpowered as always."

Not reacting to Emir\'s \'jab,\' he stepped forward and did the same for all the Six-Core Tyrant- ranked monsters in the room, trapping them in moments.

He might\'ve struggled a second longer if they were seven-cores, but thankfully their pods had tougher defenses that weren\'t so easily broken, frozen in ice way beyond absolute zero.

"Done."

They only went after the weaker ones once they were sure the Six-cores were dealt with.

\'Hm... Guess he already suspected that I knew of his abilities.\'

Emir stayed behind him, watching and thinking, letting him do all the work.

\'A Devourer... An incredibly rare specialization. It\'s strong just as it\'s hidden. So how did he

get a hold of all those abilities? The novel mentioned nothing about that.\'

The Devourer Path was one of the rare branches of those called Spell Weavers.

It was a path that many would kill millions to have.

After all, with it, one could copy any ability of the same or lower rank of an absorbed Aether core.

So for example, if Amon absorbed Emir\'s core, he would gain all six of his abilities as a one- time use.

And yes, it could only be used once, since Amon would not comprehend the ability but only devour it, store it, and release it whenever he wished.

It was a tough ask, not just because of how hard it was to unlock the abilities that allowed \'Devouring,\' \'Storing\' and \'Releasing\' but also because the body had to have a special network within that could handle the use of such different abilities.

The Celestial\'s Aether Core had to be exceptionally strong as well because it had to store tens of different Aspects within it.

Even a Devourer finds converting neutral Aether to all elements impossible, that law wouldn\'t change no matter what. So instead, the Devourer would simply retain the Aspect, the already converted Aether, in their core, and whenever the ability was chanted, it would pump out the

needed Aspect.

But even with all those limitations and difficulties, the specialization remained among those that Emir considered overpowered. Like seriously overpowered.

If Amon grinded abilities for years and was completely ready to die...

He could fight against their very sun and win.

Anyhow, with that in mind, Emir wondered why his presence was needed-could the man not

deal with everything by himself?

"I want to conserve my abilities."

An answer was given.

It seemed that Amon knew exactly what Emir was thinking, but neither of them commented

on that as they formed their own opinion quietly.

\'While he\'s using it as an excuse, at least he knows something big is coming. Good.\'

Emir smiled and walked forward, joining Amon in the other room.

"Let\'s begin."

***

While Emir and Amon went ham, beating the monsters into submission and sending them back into their ice cages, their pods, students continued their classes for the day without

knowing that anything had happened.

No sound was heard from the sixth floor. Not a scream, screech, or even stomp.

Once the floor entered lockdown many minutes ago, it was shut off completely, as if it were in

a different dimension entirely.

Everyone on that floor was sent out, except the two, of course.

The lab rats that got injured while escaping the quagmire were carried to the Hub, joining

Quinn as her neighbors.

She inwardly questioned the sudden spike in patients but didn\'t care enough to ask. Her mind was busy listening to what Emir said on repeat.

"Quinn is last... Pick an opponent that\'ll give you a chance to showcase your skills next time."

She, Quinn, the daughter of Mercer, got last place?

She lost to those nobodies?!

Even without a path, she exceeded the strength of most that dueled in the arena today.

"That bastard!"

She spat out with gritted teeth, simmering with barely suppressed anger. Blaming her low rank on him being her enemy and wanting to ruin the chance of her receiving any advantage.

But just as she was about to curse him again, someone stopped her with eyes that screamed

cold.

It wasn\'t Elijah, nor was it Aria.

Unexpectedly, it was Sofia.

She came up to restock on old-world medicine, as she swallowed a few after the fight, and midway through her post-purchase exit, she decided to visit Quinn.

Not to wish her a speedy recovery, but to scold her. Scold her for constant class interruptions

and RETARDED decisions.

The girl finally found someone that she could learn from, so she had no patience for someone

who would ruin it.

"You\'re dumb."

Saying that, she turned out silently and left the room, leaving a flabbergasted Quinn behind.

\'.... What the fuck is wrong with her?!\'