Monster Integration Chapter 1562
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Chapter 1562 - Devil's Gate I
"Are you ready to leave?" Teacher asked, "Ready as I ever could be," I replied. "You know you could still change your mind about going to that place," the Teacher said.
"I know," I said, hearing my answer; Teacher let out a sigh, knowing I will not change my mind.
Today is the day I will leave for that place, a dangerous place filled with vicious criminals; not only criminals are dangerous there but also the environment; even Emperors die there if they are not careful.
The worst thing about that place is the teleportation won't work there; only the tyrants well versed in the place dared to teleport there; space there is not so firm as the other places.
"Do you have everything you need? If you need anything, just ask," the Teacher said.
"No, I have everything I need," I said.
I had checked my storage ten times; I have everything I need. From the resources to break through the Emperor Stage to the food supply for more than a year, everything is packed.
"The airship will come in the afternoon," I nodded, "Good luck, my student; I hope you return safely in eight months," She said with a sigh, yes, eight months.
Through the airship, it will take about a month to reach that place, and I will spend six months there; that place open to airsh.i.p.s twice a year.
I talked to Teacher for few more minutes before I walked back into my quarters.
As I walked there, I showered and changed into a white prison jumpsuit with Academy Emblem and the name 'Sam Duffy' calligraphed on it.
With the jumpsuit on, I had tapped on my temple, and a second later, a mask had appeared on my face. As it appeared, I closed my eyes for a second, and the next moment, my body begins to change.
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The painful process begins, and it lasted for nearly three minutes before I fully transformed to Sam Duffy again, unlike before where I only transform for two or three hours most, this time, it will be a little more permanent.
For the next eight months, this will be my main body, and I will rarely be transformed into my original body.
With everything ready, I walked toward the formation and changed the coordinates toward the place where I only go weekly; a white energy screen appeared, I found myself in the room.
The room is neither big but not small either and is completely white and only has a single bed and nothing else; this is the place the Academy knows Sam Duffy is staying.
As I walked into the hall, the teleportation gate sank into the latch that opened below it, and a few seconds later, the floor had become smooth with no sign of a teleportation gate.
Seeing it disappeared, I sighed and laid on the bed. I just now have to wait for Sir Issac, who will take me to the airship, which will come in the afternoon.
Seeing there is some time before Sir Issac came and take me to the airship, I closed my eyes and went to my Inheritance place.
In these three months, I had made quite a progress; from Mid Level King Stage, I had to reach the Peak Level of the King Stage, and the next breakthrough would be into the Emperor Stage.
Ive already finished with 70% of its design, and while 30%, I will finish in the next few months or sooner.
This design is going to revolutionary; I had this idea during the battle with the werewolf, and the more I research it, the more amazing it seemed.
The best thing about this new armor is going to be a defense; its defense is going to be phenomenal; I even dared to say that barely any Emperor will able to beat in defense unless they have any special artifact, even then I would not be much behind.
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It will be my proudest upgrade; I just hope that the place I am going to live up to its reputation; I want to collect as much data as possible to make the upgrade even better.
Time passed by as I continued to work on the upgrade when suddenly I opened my eyes when I felt a presence.
As I opened my eyes, I saw the door opening, and a blond man in his later thirties came in and looked at me with piercing blue eyes; he is looking at me as I am the wretched thing he had ever seen.
This is Sir Issac, a Tyrant Level powerhouse, part of the Law Enforcement department of the Academy.
He is the one who had solved the r.a.p.e and murder case that the original Sam had committed and hunted him down when he ran away.
"Sam Duffy, it is time for your penance to begin; I hope you will enjoy the Devil's Gate," Sir Issac said, "Hehe, I am sure I will Issack, I sure will," I replied in a grinning taunting voice, just like original Sam.
Sir Issac is truly professional; there is not a shred of anger that appears in his when I taunted them.
"Good then, now stand straight and let me put this collar on you," Sir Issac and next moment, Tyrannical pressure descended on me, this pressure is so powerful, that if Sir Issac wants, he could immediately turn me into the puddle with the aura alone.
The Tyrants are completely different from other stages; the change that happened in the stage is too huge that even the most Emperor have a problem in contending against the weakest Tyrant.
Click!
As Sir Issack locked me with pressure, he took out a thick black collar that looked like it is made of magma stone, took the collar, and placed it on my neck with a click.
As the collar clicked, Sir Issack touched the red switch on the collar; as he did, the runes lit up, and the collar liquefied and begin to spread neck down, as did, my strength is got sealed from within.
A few seconds later, my whole covered in a black suit suppressed; it had suppressed my strength so much that my current strength is no greater than a Knight.
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