synchronisation

[ thank you for adding my novel to your collection🙂.]

Making my way to the bottom of the dungeon I tried to sort out my mind or my quest.

'Let's see i want to kill Roxanne<refer 1 to the marquess in chapter> yep that bitch needs to feel my pain,who else mm yes the demons all.....No, just Avaroth, Lucifer and all the 72 seats of hell...guess that all for my kill list.'

' I also want to fund out who the hell I was for _×_%×6×%@ I can't even say her name in my mind.'

' Evolve and find out what race I belong to although I control shadows and a have a little bit of necromancer it still not enough to know what I am.'

"So many quest so little time."

' I also need to fund a way back to mysteria and ask the those bastard that conducted my test for Maya and my hart.'

"That should...fuck...my wife or wives..I'll confirm it when I see them let see Medusa, Seraphina hold on who is Seraphina..mm well there Aurora, and finally Selene I wonder how my cute system is doing."

After naming them I came to realise that I already have 4 lovers.

"I just started and i have 4 well it not like i stated the amount unlike some people who promised three but ended having...I lost count."

"In the end whether this life or the one's I lived it all boils down to one thing power,strength."

"By the way how long is this fucking stairs."

"Oh, am there already."

Looking the dimly lit room whose only source of light was a floating crystal ball.

I moved closer to it and noticed the ball seem to be.

"Hold on is it sentient."

"Not yet it close to being sentient but also not close."

Done with observing the dungeon core Adrien stretched is hand to assimilate the core.

"Hold on how do you sync with a core?"

Taking a step back i accessed my memories has an alien weeb and checked the fantasy novels.

"That might work."

Concentrating my energy I ever my hands downward cutting a part if my soul.

"...."

"Argggghhhhhh!!!"

(3rd pov)

Since our mc can't think due to the pain I explain what going on.

"FUCKKKKKKK!!!!"

Adrien was writhing and rolling around on the floor like a freaking baby.

"FUCKYOU do you.....Arghhh.."

/Tsk/

After an hour Adrien finally regained himself.

"Fuck off I'll take it from here."

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Adrien [pov]

'Why the hell was it not written in novels that it hurts like shit.'

Looking at the tennis ball sized soul wisp I suffered I couldn't help but think what will happen if the size I cut was bigger.

I shuddered just by the mere thought of it.

I touched the wisp and my hand phased through it.

"So I can't touch it but I can move it with my mind."

Moving the wisp with my mind I sent it into the dungeon core.

Seeing that the effect us not immediate I decided to leave and attend to other pressing issue.

"I should try that skill."

Looking around I jumped into a shadow.

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"I wonder what sire is doing?"

Aeru asked.

"He's probably bus...."

BOOOOOOM!!

A LOUD crash went off and the two ran towards the source of the loud noise.

On heating their they saw Adrien leaning against the wall.

"Sire what happened?"

Aeru asked.

Waving his hands Adrien replied.

"Nothing much turns out just testing a new spell."

"Really?"

Aeru grandma questioned.

"Yes,now tending to more important matters meet me in the throne room."

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Sitting down on the black obsidian throne Adrien began to address his subject.

Stepping forward Aeru spoke.

"Well,we need training and more scenario to perfectly adapt ourselves to our new bodies we also need weapons and armour."

Done with speaking he stepped back and his grandma came forward.

"Hold on i can't keep on calling you Aeru his grandma you need a name."

Bowing her she replied:

"It would be my greatest honour to be named by my liege."

With this Adrien began pondering.

"Nothing comes to mind for now but when it does I'll alert you, go on."

"Yes my liege you see we the gynes have decided to support our Lord."

[Gynes are the name of female insectoid.]

"And how many of you are they?"

" We are 2000 in number."

She answered.

"Mmm and how long can the food last you?"

" 3 feuals<weeks >."

Clapping his hands Adrien responded.

"Am gonna to transfer a training protocol and aether technique, I want you to see to it everyone and i mean everyone master it by the time am back."

Transferring the technique to the their mind Adrien prepared to leave.

"Should I accompany you my liege."

Shaking his head he replied: "no am just visiting an old friend, nothing much."

At the entrance Adrien suddenly stop.

"Illinith I'll call you Illinith."

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After Adrien was gone Aeru nudged Illinth and asked:

"Wanna bet who'll do better when sire return?"

Cracking a confident smile Illinith responded.

"SURE."

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"Argon I....."

/ /sigh//

"Tell them to escort him in."

'I wanna see how much he has changed.'

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Alene pov.

I have seen many men, Gods,monarch, devils even;yet a scrawny kid was the one that stuck with me the most, I've been wondering.

It is said that the more powerful a being become the more beautiful he or she is.

Yet he who is just beginning has beauty that rivals even the top races.

As he enters the room I immediately understand why I kept thinking of him.

For he is a vision of timeless elegance and mystique. His silvery white hair, reminiscent of moonlight on freshly fallen snow, cascades with a graceful sweep, framing a face that could rival any work of art.

But it's his eyes that steal your breath away – one scary yet enticing shade of red, the other a mesmerizing, enigmatic green. These heterochromatic orbs hold a world of secrets, like ancient jewels that have witnessed centuries of history. They seem to bear the weight of countless stories, concealed behind a veil of regal composure.

Draped in a royal suit of deep indigo, embroidered with threads of gold and studded with gem-like buttons, he is a living embodiment of nobility. The suit's luxurious fabric clings to his form, defining his stature and grace, while a silk cravat, crimson as the most passionate of black roses, adds a touch of dangerous allure.

His cold yet captivating gaze.

Every step he takes is a symphony of poise. In his presence, you feel like an enchanted traveler, drawn into a world where he is king ruling the land and making it green but on the battlefield he bath and strives in the blood of his enemy.

'A monarch a naturally born monarch.'

Making a captivating smirk he asked:

"Miss me?"

R3fi_Cul here thanks for reading.

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