Dimension System: SSS Rank Talent Awakening

Chapter 165 The Hidden Chamber

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Dabi countered with a shield of light, a new skill he had learned recently.

The radiant barrier absorbed the lich's attack, but the strain was immense. He knew he couldn't keep this up for long.

The lich laughed, its bony fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air. "You are strong, mortal, but your light will fade."

Dabi's mind raced. He needed to outthink his opponent. Observing the lich's movements, he noticed a faint glow emanating from a crystal embedded in its staff.

"The staff is the source of its power," he realized.

Summoning his remaining strength, Dabi launched a feint, firing a series of fireballs to distract the lich.

As the lich deflected the attacks, Dabi surged forward, his agility allowing him to close the distance in an instant.

With a burst of mana, he struck the crystal with a thunder-infused blade.

The impact shattered the crystal, sending shards flying and cutting off the lich's power.

System notifications comes -

The Mid-Tier Boss: Lich of the Black Spire received a critical hit.

The lich screeched, its form flickering as its connection to the necrotic energy weakened. Dabi didn't hesitate.

Summoning all his remaining strength, he combined his lava and thunder elements into a devastating final attack.

The ground beneath the lich erupted in molten lava, the heat searing its skeletal frame. Thunderbolts rained down from above, reducing the lich to ash.

As the lich disintegrated, the oppressive energy of the realm began to fade.

The skeletal warriors crumbled to dust, and the red moon dimmed, replaced by a soft, pale light.

System notifications comes -

The Mid-Tier Boss: Lich of the Black Spire is defeated.

Reward: one million exp point and one hundred thousand gold coin.

Dabi dropped to one knee, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

His body ached, and his mana reserves were nearly depleted, but he had won.

The gate began to shimmer, signaling that it was ready to close.

As he stepped toward the exit, a small, glowing orb appeared in the lich's remains a rare artifact, pulsating with power.

Dabi picked it up, feeling its warmth spread through his fingers.

"This will come in handy," he murmured, slipping it into his pouch.

As the portal enveloped him once more, Dabi couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

The battle had been grueling, but it had also proven one thing: he was ready for whatever lay ahead.

The Undead Realm was just another step on his journey, and he was determined to see it through to the end.

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The aftermath of the lich's defeat brought an eerie stillness to the Undead Realm.

Dabi stood amidst the scattered ashes, his breath steadying as his body begged for rest.

The faint glow of the artifact he had retrieved from the lich pulsed in his hand, a beacon of hope in a desolate landscape.

But something felt… off.

His keen senses caught the faint hum of magic emanating from beneath the ground.

Turning slowly, his eyes locked onto a patch of earth where the lich had fallen.

The soil had begun to crack, revealing ancient runes glowing faintly with necromantic energy.

Dabi approached cautiously, his mind racing. "A hidden chamber? What were they hiding here?"

With a careful application of his elemental mastery, he conjured a small stream of lava, directing it to melt away the brittle soil.

The runes grew brighter as the ground gave way, revealing a spiraling staircase leading into darkness.

The stairs seemed endless, winding deeper and deeper into the earth.

The air grew colder with each step, the oppressive weight of necromantic magic pressing down on him.

Wisps of spectral energy floated through the air, whispering unintelligible words that sent chills down his spine.

Finally, the staircase ended, opening into a vast, dimly lit chamber.

The walls were lined with ancient murals depicting battles between the living and the dead, and at the far end, a pedestal held an object that pulsed with a dark, hypnotic glow.

But the room wasn't empty.

Dabi thought he might find some treasures in this hidden chamber. But his hopes are shattered.

As soon as Dabi stepped into the chamber, the sound of metal scraping against stone echoed through the space.

System notifications: A powerful enemy approaching. Recommended to be alert.

From the shadows emerged undead knights, their armor corroded but imposing. Each carried a weapon that glowed faintly with cursed energy.

Unlike the skeletal warriors he had fought earlier, these knights moved with precision and purpose.

Their hollow eyes burned with malice, and their very presence radiated an aura of despair.

"Of course, it couldn't just be simple," Dabi muttered, raising his weapon as the knights charged.

The first knight swung a massive, two handed sword, its edge humming with dark magic.

Dabi dodged to the side, the blade missing him by inches and smashing into the stone floor, leaving a deep gash.

Before he could counterattack, another knight lunged from his blind spot, its spear thrusting toward his chest.

Dabi twisted his body, barely evading the strike, and retaliated with a fireball aimed at the knight's exposed joints.

The fireball hit its mark, momentarily destabilizing the knight.

Dabi pressed the advantage, summoning a chain of lightning that coiled around the spear wielder and sent jolts of electricity coursing through its body.

The knight convulsed before collapsing in a heap of armor.

But the remaining knights were undeterred.

The second wave of attacks came faster and harder. A knight wielding dual axes charged at him with blinding speed, while another launched a barrage of cursed projectiles from a distance.

Dabi summoned a shield of light, deflecting the projectiles as he dodged the axe wielder's relentless strikes.

The chamber was alive with the sounds of clashing metal, crackling magic, and Dabi's controlled breaths as he moved with precision.

"This isn't sustainable," he thought, his stamina beginning to wane.

It was then that his photographic memory kicked in. The murals on the walls weren't just decorative they were instructions.

He recalled similar traps detailed in historical texts he had studied, traps designed to weaken powerful enemies.

His eyes scanned the chamber, searching for mechanisms hidden within the stonework. There a faint outline of a glyph etched into the floor.

Summoning a burst of mana, Dabi activated the glyph.

The ground beneath one of the knights erupted in a burst of spectral chains, binding it in place.

Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed a combination of lava and thunder, reducing the immobilized knight to ash.

One by one, he activated the traps scattered throughout the chamber, each one tailored to exploit the knights' weaknesses.

A pressure plate triggered a burst of holy light, disintegrating two knights at once, while another glyph summoned spectral blades that tore through their ranks.

As the last knight fell, the chamber fell silent once more.

Dabi still maintaining his defense form. There might still be some type of hidden trap or ambush attack. As he slowly looks around the hidden chamber.

At the center of the room he finds something, the relic on the pedestal beckoned him.

It was a small orb, swirling with dark and light energy, its power palpable even from a distance.

Dabi approached cautiously, his instincts warning him that this was no ordinary artifact.

The moment his fingers brushed against it, a surge of energy coursed through his body.

His stats temporarily spiked, his strength, agility, and intelligence doubling in an instant.

But with the power came a warning.

The relic's energy resonated with the chamber, and something stirred in the shadows.

System warning: The boos in coming!!!!

The air grew heavy as the temperature plummeted. From the darkness emerged a wraith, its translucent form shimmering with dark magic.

It was humanoid in shape but featureless, save for the glowing runes etched into its ethereal body.

In its hands, it wielded a staff that radiated malevolent power.

"You dare disturb my sanctuary?" the wraith hissed, its voice echoing like a thousand whispers. "You will join the ranks of the damned."

The wraith raised its staff, summoning a torrent of dark energy that surged toward Dabi.

Dabi dodged the attack, the energy scorching the ground where he had stood moments before.

The wraith moved with uncanny speed, its attacks are powerful, relentless and precise.

But Dabi wasn't the same person who had entered the Undead Realm.

The temporary boost from the relic enhanced his reflexes and spellcasting, allowing him to keep pace with the spectral foe.

He retaliated with a combination of fire and thunder, the two elements merging into a storm of destruction.

The wraith screeched as the attack hit, its form flickering, but it quickly recovered, countering with a wave of necrotic magic.

The battle raged on, each side refusing to yield. Dabi's agility allowed him to evade the wraith's attacks, while his intelligence helped him identify patterns in its movements.

He noted that the wraith's form grew weaker whenever it attacked, its energy momentarily dispersing.

"That's the key," Dabi realized.

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