Chapter 94 -94-Entering the Treasury

Chapter 94: Chapter94-Entering the Treasury

However.

This kind of building was actually familiar territory for John.

After playing games for so many years.

In a dark fortress like this.

Where else would they put the treasury?

Either beneath the main building.

Or beside the deepest dungeon.

He could guess it almost perfectly with his eyes closed.

Still, before officially making a move.

The necessary reconnaissance had to be done.

The two split up.

And circled the exterior of the City Lord Mansion.

John continuously used [Hunter’s Eye] along the way.

[Lv36 Elite Guard]

[Lv38 Black-Armored Guard]

[Lv40 Dark Realm Warlock]

...

The situation was basically consistent with the intelligence Rosaline had provided.

The vast majority of the guards were between Lv35 and Lv40.

There was only one person truly worth paying attention to.

Beside the main entrance of the City Lord Mansion.

A burly man clad in heavy black armor was leaning against a stone pillar.

He stood more than two meters tall.

And held a broad-bladed battle axe in one hand.

[Hunter’s Eye!]

[Ottor · Darkseal]

[Level: Lv50]

[Class: Heavy-Armored Executioner]

[Life Tier: Citybreaker Tier BOSS]

[HP: 2,000,000/2,000,000]

[Physical Attack: 14,800]

[Physical Defense: 7,600]

[Magic Defense: 6,300]

[Agility: 2,650]

[Talents: Iron Prison Body, Blood Execution Frenzy]

[Skills: Execution Heavy Slash, Darkseal Suppression, Blood Chain Lockdown, War Stomp...]

The moment John saw the HP.

His footsteps paused.

Two million?

He looked again.

Just to make sure he hadn’t read it wrong.

Two million.

The look in John’s eyes gradually changed.

Lv50.

Citybreaker Tier.

And only two million HP?

A fat sheep.

An absolute fat sheep.

If it were a monster like Grey, whose information he couldn’t even read properly.

John obviously wouldn’t make a reckless move.

But Ottor...

That HP had already entered the range where John could seriously start considering how to one-shot him.

More importantly.

He was a BOSS.

As long as John personally killed him.

[Plunder] would have a chance to trigger.

And with [Armybreaker First-Hunter], the loot drop rate would be doubled as well.

On top of that, once the guard captain was dead.

The biggest obstacle inside the treasury would be gone too.

A bold idea rapidly formed in John’s mind.

He immediately turned around.

And found Aya hiding at the entrance of an alley on the other side.

He waved her over.

"Come here."

Aya leaned closer.

"What is it?"

John lowered his voice.

And quickly whispered a few things into her ear.

"First, do this."

"Then you do this."

His voice grew quieter and quieter.

But Aya’s eyes grew wider and wider.

In the end, she couldn’t help taking half a step back.

"Wait."

"Boss."

"We’re seriously doing that?"

"What?"

"You scared?"

Aya glanced at the City Lord Mansion in the distance.

Then thought about what lay beneath it.

The Night City Treasury.

She swallowed.

John continued tempting her along.

"Think about it."

"There’s an entire treasury behind that door."

"We’ve already made it this far."

"Don’t you want to go big?"

Aya’s expression went through an intense internal struggle.

A few seconds later.

She gritted her teeth.

"Fuck it."

"Fortune favors the bold!"

She nodded hard.

"We’ll do it your way, Boss!"

"Let’s do this!"

John nodded in satisfaction.

"Move."

...

The two quickly split up.

John circled around to the rear side of the City Lord Mansion.

This area bordered an abandoned tower.

And there were relatively fewer patrolling soldiers.

He moved along the wall for a while.

Eventually choosing a spot that looked slightly thinner than the rest.

The patrol above had just left.

John raised a hand and pressed it against the wall.

"Void Shift."

Buzz—

A silver-gray rift opened.

He stepped inside.

The next second.

The outer wall before him had been replaced by a dim corridor.

No one around.

Perfect.

The corner of John’s mouth lifted.

The City Lord Mansion’s first layer of defense.

Skipped.

He didn’t linger.

Based on the building structure he had observed earlier.

He moved toward the rear-central section of the fortress.

Avoiding two patrol squads.

And circling around a training ground.

Before long.

A stone staircase leading underground appeared before him.

John glanced at it.

Sure enough.

Game designers all thought the same way.

The more important something was.

The more they loved stuffing it underground.

He continued deeper down the stone stairs.

The farther down he went.

The thicker the walls became.

And the number of guards noticeably increased.

However, under the combined effects of [Faceless Shadow Mask] and the [Faceless Hunter Set].

John didn’t attract much attention.

Whenever there was truly no way around someone.

He simply used [Void Shift] to pass through the wall.

A few minutes later.

He reached the deepest underground level.

Ahead.

There were no more branches at the end of the corridor.

A massive dark-gold metal door more than ten meters tall was embedded into the rock wall.

Its surface was densely engraved with magical formation patterns.

And in the exact center was a purple-black crystal the size of a human head.

Just approaching it.

John could already sense obvious spatial-locking fluctuations.

Four Lv40 guards stood on either side.

John didn’t approach.

Instead, he retreated around the nearby corner.

He waited for the patrol to pass.

After confirming that no one else would come by for a short while.

He looked directly at the thick rock wall beside the treasury.

[Void Shift!]

Buzz—

A spatial rift opened.

John stepped inside.

The heavy rock wall instantly disappeared from his sight.

The next second.

His feet touched solid ground again.

John raised his head.

His vision was instantly filled with light of every color.

The Night City Treasury was even larger than he had expected.

The underground chamber, dozens of meters high, stretched out to both sides.

Rows upon rows of metal shelves stood neatly arranged.

Gold coins were stored inside enormous black iron chests.

Equipment, skill books, and magical materials were stacked in clearly separated categories.

Lights of every color intertwined throughout the chamber.

There were at least several thousand items here.

If an ordinary player saw this scene.

They wouldn’t even know how long it would take just to inventory everything.

But John didn’t immediately start taking things.

The more tempting the situation.

The less he could afford to rush.

There was only one quest objective.

Rosaline’s grimoire.

At the very least, he needed to confirm where it was first.

John slowly walked around the treasury.

Before long.

He noticed an interesting pattern.

Although the center of the treasury contained an absurd amount of loot.

The vast majority of it was merely ordinary stock.

The things that were truly under heavy protection...

Were all mounted on the walls.

John looked up.

Embedded into the black walls surrounding the treasury.

Were twelve independent magical display platforms in total.

Each one was covered by a translucent barrier.

And each contained something different.

A broken sword.

A pitch-black eyeball.

A pair of silver gauntlets.

A silver-white vessel shaped like a wine goblet.

...

And a thick black-and-red grimoire.

Across its cover.

Dark red patterns spread like twisting thorns.

With just one glance.

John knew for certain.

Found it.

Rosaline’s grimoire.

However.

John didn’t rush to touch it.

Once the quest objective was removed.

Who knew what it might trigger?

So...

He’d take everything else first.

John turned around.

And looked over the entire treasury.

The corner of his mouth slowly curled upward.

"Time to feast."

[Void Arsenal!]