Ex rank talent Awakening: 100% Dodge rate Chapter 302 - CHAPTER 302: RAPID GROWTH

User: Nesis

Title: God of Dragons and Sea Creatures

Job: Devourer

Level: 105 (21,583,251 / 22,000,000 EXP)

Health: 310,000

Strength: 1,874 ( 937)

Speed: 1,782 ( 891)

Stamina: 2,411

Intelligence: 4,527

Constitution: 2,145

Divinity: -2,882

Free Attribute Points: 0

Created Race: Copy Cats (1,180)

Talents:

[S-rank Talent – Talent Share]

[SSS Rank – Observer]

[EX Rank – God of Wealth]

Concepts:

[DARKNESS]

[ABSOLUTE RESOLUTION] (Absolute Concept)

[DEATH] (Absolute Concept)

Law of Darkness Assimilation: 48.11%

Absolute Concept of Corruption Assimilation: 23%

His level had increased by two. A minor leap on paper, but the benefits were anything but small — especially the sharp boost in his intelligence stats. It had been well worth the grind.

And then there were his copy cats.

In just under four hours, the new race had surged past a thousand mbers. It was insane, even by system standards. Each one contributed 0.1 divinity, and since they were all automatically loyal to Greg from birth, every single copy cat beca a follower under his banner. It was a slow but steady purge of his divinity debt, and at this pace? A future where he had a positive divine score didn't seem so far-fetched anymore.

Over a hundred copy cats now scoured the ground below Greg, combing through the battlefield. The enemies had been dealt with, one after the other.

[Congratulations! You have cleared the second stage.]

[Proceed to the next stage or exit dungeon?]

[Y/N]

Without hesitation, Greg selected "Yes."

He was ready for more.

Dungeons with difficulty tiers followed a familiar structure. The Level 75 dungeon he was inside had four stages—three mob-clearing phases and one boss battle at the end. That was typical of dungeons offering multiple difficulty options. So, of course, had only a fixed mode — either hell or easy — but this one had it all.

Greg was transported into the next stage, and this one was different. The enemies were not just more in number — they were stronger, and their ranks had expanded. Alongside the witches and their flying familiars ca another threat: slaves.

These weren't weak, mindless mobs. The witches' slaves possessed the strength of seasoned adventurers, and in Hell Mode, they beca even worse — swift, clawed, and almost beast-like in their aggression and reflexes.

And then there was the environnt.

Unlike the open valleys of the first two stages, this area was a tangled forest. Thick tree trunks blocked line of sight. Low-hanging branches and chaotic undergrowth restricted movent. Visibility was abysmal, and mobility was compromised. For most players, it was hell.

For Greg and his copy cats? It was nothing.

The stage that terrified most players was dealt with swiftly. The witches were eliminated. The slaves fell next. And then ca the final room — the boss stage.

A Level 80 Ancient Witch stood at its center, cloaked in corrupted mana. She was the apex of the dungeon, wielding a frightening arsenal of spells that could wipe out entire raid groups with ease.

But she wasn't prepared for Greg.

While he tore her apart, the summoned beasts she unleashed were overrun by his growing copy cat legion, who now fought like an organized army. The coordination between them was almost eerie.

Greg cleared the dungeon.

And then — he ran it again.

And again.

And again.

Each clear stacked more intelligence stats onto him. Each kill fed Void's evolution. Each new copy cat born lowered his divine penalty.

And then, on one of the clears, sothing triggered.

[You have assimilated 50% of the law of darkness!]

[You have awakened the absolute concept of darkness! Assimilate 100% to gain the law of darkness!]

[Note! Small essence of darkness can no longer help in increasing your assimilation percentage!]

Greg grinned wide, his chest rising and falling with satisfaction.

This was progress. Real, tangible progress. His strength wasn't just increasing — it was evolving.

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User: Nesis

Title: God of Dragons and Sea Creatures

Job: Devourer

Level: 106 (22,012,883 / 22,500,000 EXP)

Health: 320,000

Strength: 1,924 ( 962)

Speed: 1,826 ( 913)

Stamina: 2,788

Intelligence: 6,837

Constitution: 2,145

Divinity: -2,582

Free Attribute Points: 0

Created Race: Copy Cats (5,000)

Talents:

[S-rank Talent – Talent Share]

[SSS Rank – Observer]

[EX Rank – God of Wealth]

Concepts:

[ABSOLUTE RESOLUTION] (Absolute Concept)

[DEATH] (Absolute Concept)

[DARKNESS] (Absolute Concept)

Law of Darkness Assimilation: 50.00%

Absolute Concept of Corruption Assimilation: 24%

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Greg took a mont to breathe. Two things stood out on his stat screen — and he hadn't bothered checking them earlier. Now was a good ti.

First up: his job.

Job – Devourer (soul bound)

This job is bound to your soul. It cannot be stripped or changed.

You are the Devourer — the end of all things, the bringer of doom, set upon the path to consu everything before you.

[Locked] – Requires awakening your origin bloodline...

[Locked] – Requires awakening your origin bloodline...

[Locked] – Requires awakening your origin bloodline...

[Locked]...

Greg blinked. "...Seriously?"

The system gave him a job na and nothing else. Just rows of locked traits, teasing what he could soday access — if he unlocked his "origin bloodline," whatever that ant.

He felt scamd.

But then again, he had this strange sensation... that the system might be listening. Watching. Waiting. So he kept his curses to himself.

Next, he moved to the Darkness Concept.

[DARKNESS]

[Shadow Realm]: Enter the mirror world of reality — a shadowy copy of the current world. Travel between both instantly. Movent in the shadow realm is unhindered and far quicker.

[Darkness Manipulation]: Mold and shape darkness like a limb. Your control is absolute. Weaponize it, shield with it, command it.

[Cloak of Darkness]: Beco undetectable, hidden from all senses. No one can perceive your presence while cloaked in true darkness.

The powers didn't look overpowered on the surface — not the flashy type. But Greg understood sothing: with the right skills, Darkness was deadly.

A whisper interrupted his thoughts.

> "Hmmm? How did you inherit so of my Darkness... and for the power to be independent of ... what exactly did you do?"

Greg's reflexes kicked in before his brain could process the voice.

He twisted on instinct, turning at an unnatural angle, his hands morphing mid-motion into scaled dragon claws. Rebecca stood behind him, unexpected and uninvited.

His clawed hand slashed downward in a violent arc.

She dodged with minimal effort, more surprised than afraid.

"That's rude. You can't just attack soone withou—"

She didn't finish.

Greg opened his jaws and released a torrent of abyssal fla, forcing her to create a shield of darkness that devoured the attack completely.

"Against the Heavens!" Greg shouted, gripping Heaven Defier tightly as the sword's power flared to life.

A surge of energy blasted from his body. His stats multiplied — tenfold. Even his divinity debt doubled, though it barely registered in Greg's mind.

Rebecca's eyes went wide as she felt his qualitative leap in strength.

"That sword...?" she whispered. Sothing about it struck a deep chord.

Greg didn't wait.

He swung again, faster this ti, his movents sharper, his blade humming with divine energy. Rebecca barely dodged, the shockwaves ripping through the space around her.

His stats were higher now — undeniably so — but she wasn't outmatched yet. Her stats, though nurically lower, were refined, purified through divine ans. She could keep up... for now.

"If you don't calm down, I'll be forced to retaliate," she warned, her tone cold but strained.

Greg ignored her completely. His body was in motion again, strikes flowing like a hurricane.

"Have you truly forgotten ?" she asked, her voice gentler now. Her eyes weren't even on Greg anymore.

She was staring at the sword.

"You're really going to strike ... after all this ti?"

She wasn't talking to Greg.

She was talking to Heaven Defier.