An Extra’s POV

"I still think it's a waste, though..." Esme commented as she watched Rey use Magic to shove all the treasures within the room they were currently into his Grand Inventory.

This was the Treasury, and just like the Ground Floor and Boss Room, it was incredibly large.

It was definitely bigger than the Ground Floor, but not quite matching up to the Boss Room. Hence, somewhere in the middle.

As one would expect from its name, the incredibly spacious area was packed chock-full with treasures and riches beyond count.

'This is another proof Adrien wasn't involved. If he was, all of this would be gone by now.' Was Rey's first thought when he and Esme entered this place.

A lot of Miasma-filled Enchanted Items were present, all looking like well-crafted weapons.

If the soldiers at the Front Lines were to equip weapons and Items like these, they would be unstoppable.

'The issue is the Miasma, and while I could purify it by washing it with Mana, it'll sort of ruin its corrosive effects.

The advantage of having Miasma-based weapons was the added damage. Removing that would just make it lose its luster.

'Well... I'll think of that later!' It was with this mindset that Rey simply poured all the Items and treasures within the Treasury into his Grand Inventory.

Thankfully, the Miasma they exuded didn't get in the way of his Skill function. However, just in case, he created a separate compartment within his Storage Space so he could store them without any dangers to the rest of his Items.

While still going through his process, Rey heard Esme's remarks and turned to her.

"What is a waste?"

She simply shrugged, seated while folding her hands and watching him.

"The Skeletal Dragon... you said you had a Necromancy Skill sometime ago, right? Why didn't you place it under your command or something?"

Undead; then controlling those creatures of abomination. However, they could also control Undead that were not made

dependent on the quality of their

a stronger Necromancer could subjugate a weaker Undead. As long as their Magic was stronger than what Magic the weaker Undead was under, they could

chance to make a Dragon Lord--fallen

was simple--he

tried to do so many times, but nothing worked. I was surprised myself, considering

a perfect addition. If he used [Fusion/Fission] and perfectly mixed the effects of those Skills together, it would have been more than enough to control the

"Yet it didn't work..."

as she processed Rey's response. "And it didn't have

I remember correctly. None of them seemed out of place, and I even used Do... I

didn't understand why

care if I did it in front of everyone. If

Skeletal Dragon as a

have measures to

used some kind of Illusion on everyone present,

"It is what it is, I

to why?" Esme's furrowed brow and her slightly concerned demeanor was a bit surprising

his desired subordinate—wasn't as hung up on

he gave his

too corrupt and old, with only mere vestiges left, or maybe too much time had passed since his death. I actually don't know much about Necromancy, so… I really can't

ask Ater later, so he wanted to take

with the treasury, he clapped his hands and

only thing left to do now was to teleport back to the Capital, leaving the

confirmed from the duplicate I sent outside, but the Dungeon has already vanished from

to investigate more, or even make it his hideout if he wanted, but for now… he was pretty

want to lie down on an actual bed and sleep

days straight had taken a severe toll on him. Right now, he was also only at 50 percent since his other Duplicate was

it soon. I don't feel comfortable leaving