Monopolizing Skills to the 666th Floor - Chapter 151
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Skill Devouring Up to Floor 666 Episode 151
151. The Mad Apostles
After finishing negotiations with the Three Gods and leaving the Eternal Room, I checked my status window.
《Terra : 4,740》
【Stats】
●Strength : 5,872 / Penetration : 5,872
●Endurance : 5,872 / Agility : 5,872
●Life : 5,872 / Mana : 5,872
●Regeneration : 5,872 / Resistance : 5,872
●Dark Magic: 5,872
I had secured 900 Terra for calming the Twelve Apostles of the Three Gods, and 900 Terra as a reward for sponsoring the 400th Floor, totaling 1,800 Terra.
Since I would also get information about the Tentacle Monster, it was quite a profitable deal.
‘Dealing with the Twelve Apostles won’t be difficult. I just need to know their locations.’
These mad apostles were only around 100th Floor level in skill.
I just needed to find them one by one and restore their sanity.
[The God of Time Kairos says he will share the locations of the Twelve Apostles.]
Soon the Three Gods shared the location of each apostle through messages.
Looking at the messages, they were scattered across truly diverse locations.
‘Paris, Rome, Moscow, Beijing… They’re really scattered all over the world.’
It seemed each had returned to their own country to throw wild parties.
I could even check news articles on my mobile phone.
[Breaking! Unidentified terrorist attack near the Eiffel Tower in Paris.]
[Eiffel Tower casualties estimated at over 50, continuing to rise.]
[Breaking! Large-scale destruction at the Colosseum in Rome. Perpetrator presumed to be an Apostle.]
[Italian government declares national emergency.]
[Moscow Red Square occupation incident. Russian military engaged with unidentified individual.]
It was an urgent situation.
Other apostles could step in, but I needed to handle this myself.
‘That way I can earn additional Terra.’
I should start with the closest location.
Let’s begin with Wei Li in Beijing, on the Asian side.
Beijing, in front of the Main Gate of the Forbidden City.
Wei Li spread both arms wide and shouted toward the sky.
“I am the true emperor who has received the Mandate of Heaven! This rotten government must step down immediately!”
Around him, dozens of corpses were already scattered about.
They were police officers and soldiers who had tried to stop him.
“Wei Li! Snap out of it! You’re an Apostle just like us!”
Zhang Wei, China’s Apostle, cried out desperately.
“Apostle? Ha! I am no mere apostle. I am an emperor!”
When Wei Li waved his hand, a massive wind arose and sent Zhang Wei flying.
Thud!
Zhang Wei crashed into a building wall, coughed up blood, and collapsed.
“Zhang Wei!”
Other apostles rushed in, but the result was the same.
Wei Li’s power was beyond what they could handle.
“Th-this monster…”
“We can’t possibly match him!”
It was when even the apostles had fallen into despair.
“Wei Li.”
A calm voice was heard.
Everyone turned their heads.
A young man wearing a black hood was looking at Wei Li.
“Who are you? How dare you address me, the emperor…”
The moment Wei Li tried to reach out in anger.
“Snap out of it.”
When the hooded man extended his hand, Wei Li’s movement stopped.
“Guh, guhk…”
Wei Li, whose throat was grasped in mid-air, gradually lost consciousness.
And they could see dark energy leaving his body and being absorbed by the man.
“Huff… Wh-where is this place?”
Wei Li, who had regained consciousness, looked around in confusion.
“What… what did I do?”
It seemed he had no memory of what happened.
“Who are you?”
“I am Amon.”
With those words, the hooded man disappeared.
Trocadéro Square near the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
Luca Deschamps was laughing madly while hurling cars around.
“Kuhaha! Weak! Too weak!”
At his feet lay five French Apostles.
They were Apostles dispatched from a guild that prided itself as the best in France, but they were no match for Luca, who was infused with Terra.
Apostles from the same guild shouted out.
“Luca! Please come to your senses!”
“What are you talking about? I’ve never been more clear-headed than I am now! I’ve realized that all weak humans need to be eliminated!”
Luca stretched his hand toward the Eiffel Tower.
“I’ll start by bringing down this ugly pile of steel!”
Massive telekinetic force reached toward the Eiffel Tower.
The steel structure began to creak and groan.
“No!”
People screamed in terror.
If the Eiffel Tower collapsed, the entire surrounding area would be devastated.
That’s when it happened.
“Stop.”
Someone appeared with a calm voice.
It was a young man wearing a black hood.
“What? Did another prey come to me?”
Luca stretched out his hand with an excited expression.
He had changed the target of his telekinesis.
However.
“Why… are you unharmed?”
His telekinesis had no effect at all.
It felt as if an invisible wall was blocking it.
“That’s not how you use telekinesis.”
Instantly, Luca was forced into an attention stance.
An unknown force tightly constricted his entire body.
“Wh-what is this… Do you also use telekinesis?”
“Even though you received sponsorship of a Telekinesis Skill that’s two levels lower, you shouldn’t use something so good like this.”
The hooded man didn’t even extend his hand.
Luca, compressed by telekinesis, gradually lost consciousness.
Then.
Tssss!
Dark energy that escaped from his body was absorbed by the man.
“Ah… where is this? Why am I…”
Luca, who had regained consciousness, was horrified when he saw the devastation around him.
“Wh-what happened here? Who did such a thing…”
“You did this.”
“Who exactly are you?”
Luca asked with a trembling voice.
“I am Amon.”
After giving a simple answer, Amon disappeared once again.
Rome, in front of the Colosseum in Italy.
Marco Berti was roaring while dressed in Roman Empire gladiator outfit.
“Restore the glory of Rome! I am the new Caesar!”
He had already destroyed one wall of the Colosseum.
A 2000-year-old world cultural heritage site was crumbling due to one person’s madness.
“Marco! Stop it! You’re an Apostle just like us!”
Alessandro, Italy’s strongest Apostle, cried out in despair.
“Apostle? I am an emperor! The successor of the Roman Empire!”
Marco swung his giant sword.
Sword aura extended out, destroying another part of the Colosseum.
“The UNESCO World Heritage Site…”
“At this rate, the Colosseum will completely collapse!”
The Italian Apostles desperately tried to stop him, but it wasn’t enough.
Marco’s power was at a level that even all of them combined couldn’t handle.
“Roman Empire, may you live forever!”
It was the moment Marco was about to deliver his final blow.
“Have you played around enough?”
A calm voice was heard.
A man in a black hood stood before Marco.
“Who are you! How dare you face me, Caesar…”
“Snap out of it.”
When Amon extended his hand, Marco’s giant sword stopped in place.
“Ugh, urgh…!”
Marco, overwhelmed by telekinesis, fell to his knees.
Then black energy escaped from his body and was absorbed by Amon.
“Huh… What? Why am I here…?”
Marco, having regained his senses, was confused seeing the gladiator outfit he was wearing.
“Wh-what happened?”
“Ask that guy over there.”
Alessandro was looking at Marco with a somewhat bewildered expression.
As the hooded man was about to leave, Marco hurriedly asked.
“Wh-who are you?”
“Amon.”
Leaving only those words, the man headed to his next destination.
Moscow’s Red Square.
Alexei Ivanov shouted while looking at the Kremlin Palace.
“I am the new Tsar! This rotten government should step down!”
Around him lay the corpses of Russian Special Forces.
Even the elite unit was no match for him.
“Alexei! Snap out of it! We’re on the same side!”
Dmitri, Russia’s strongest Apostle, desperately shouted.
“Same side? Ha! I am the Tsar. I’m of a different class than commoners like you!”
When Alexei waved his hand, giant ice spears flew out.
Dmitri barely dodged, but the building behind him froze solid.
“Th-this monstrous power…”
He had faced him before, but it was truly terrifying power.
Even himself, who had reached the 100th Floor, found it difficult to handle.
“How about we attack all at once?”
“Didn’t you just see? If you get hit by those ice spears, it’s over.”
“Then maybe we should prepare an ambush…”
“That guy may look crazy, but he’s incredibly good at sensing who’s attacking. Ambushes are useless too.”
“Then what do we do!?”
“Wait, let’s wait until more support arrives.”
It was while the Russian Apostles were in such a standoff.
“Alexei.”
A calm voice was heard.
A man in a black hood appeared.
“Another traitor! Kneel before me, the Tsar!”
Alexei launched a giant ice spear.
However.
“Stop talking nonsense and snap out of it.”
When Amon extended his hand, the ice spear crumbled in midair.
“Im-impossible…!”
While Alexei was panicking, Amon’s telekinesis pressed down on him.
Soon black energy escaped from his body and was absorbed.
“Huh… what did I do?”
Alexei, who had regained consciousness, looked around in shock.
It was nothing short of chaos.
“Who are you?”
“I am Amon.”
The man who identified himself as Amon disappeared in the blink of an eye, just as he had appeared.
‘This is simpler than I thought.’
I traveled around major cities in Asia and Europe, dealing with 4 Apostles.
Each of them had gone completely insane from Terra’s side effects, but when I directly absorbed and purified the Terra, they quickly returned to normal.
This would be impossible for anyone other than me, who can handle Terra.
‘I gained a total of 400 by absorbing the Terra from their bodies.’
It was 100 per person, and when combined, it was quite substantial.
‘It’s not over yet.’
There was one remaining in each of Germany, England, Japan, Brazil, India, Australia, Canada, and Spain.
‘Now I need to go deal with the remaining 8.’
Becoming a hero who saves the entire world wasn’t too bad either.
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