Luca actually wanted to purchase a few more S-grade cores, but figured it was better to first ask about their preferences. After all, there were far more choices this time around.
Well, not that twenty was a huge amount, but compared to three? Twenty was practically a feast!
Still, at 500,000 CP each, he couldn’t exactly go picking them like vegetables at a market, could he?
So he would ask them later. For now, he had to concentrate on figuring out how to make weapons from the cores he already bought.
Which, as it turned out, was not as easy as he thought it would be.
Luca only had experience working with mostly A-grade cores and one S-grade core. But none of those had offered this much resistance.
"!!!"
"Host! It’s escaping!" D-29 cried out, its voice high and shrill with shock.
See, this wasn’t obvious when they initially purchased the beast cores because they had gone straight into the dungeon inventory. But now? Now the beast core was floating. Floating away.
"What?!" Luca lunged after it.
He rushed forward, hands outstretched, trying to catch it manually. But to his complete disbelief, the glowing core actually dodged.
It evaded him.
Like some cheeky child playing tag.
"Ah!"
But that wasn’t even the worst part. Because right after it slipped past him, the beast core suddenly vanished.
"!!!"
"Host! There are no other spiritual energy traces! It disappeared!" D-29’s alarmed voice echoed.
"Are you sure?!" Luca’s head snapped around, golden eyes wide.
Did this thing have the ability to teleport? He stretched his senses out, straining, but he hadn’t felt any distortion. No shift in spiritual energy. No warning. So where could the two-million-CP beast core have gone?
Apparently... behind him.
Dead.
Luca would’ve probably died if he had been a split second slower. Because right then, something slammed into his hastily raised barrier with the force of a battering ram.
The barrier cracked. A sharp, splintering sound tore through the air.
"!!!"
When it happened, it was as if his entire world slowed.
His skin prickled as the faintest ripple brushed across the back of his neck. Just a minuscule shift, the kind most would have ignored. If he hadn’t been actively searching for anomalies, he would have missed it. And if he missed it, that would have been the end.
He spun instinctively, spiritual energy flooding out of him as he conjured a shield. The glowing wall flared into being around him, facing the spot where the core had reappeared.
Then came the impact.
The beast core struck like a meteor, its spiritual pressure howling against his hastily formed barrier. Cracks spiderwebbed instantly across the surface, lines of light racing outward like the glass of a shattered window.
Luca’s heart hammered, but his eyes burned with focus.
"!!!"
He forced the cracked barrier to collapse, redirecting the fragments into a new lattice. In that split second, he reached out and caught the beast core with both hands, spiritual energy wrapping around his hands as he shoved it back into the dungeon inventory.
The glow winked out. Silence fell.
Only the faint sound of his own heavy breathing remained.
The surprised mechanic fell to the floor, the ground around him now littered with scattered materials that had gone flying from the impact.
Luca’s mind raced, his heart thumped like it was trying to escape his chest. That was far too close!
"Host! Are you alright?" D-29’s worried voice pinged in his head. "I checked and scanned your health and detected an elevated heart rate, but no physical injuries!"
"Y-yes," Luca breathed, pressing a hand over his chest. "I think I’m okay. Just startled. But clearly, we can’t just handle high-grade beast cores the same way as the others. The question is, how do we deal with something like that?"
Apparently, he was about to find out, because a blur of robes came storming in.
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