Chapter 619
During my last hibernation process, when I was cleansing my body of demonic energy poisoning, I was fully unconscious until the process was complete.
This time, it's a little different.
While my fully alert and conscious decision-making mind is asleep, my passive perception abilities and the absurd rise in power keep the back of my mind semi-aware of my surroundings.
The dark red plunderer aura grows in size, filling the entire boss room and seeping into the very fabric of the labyrinth itself.
Trillions of MP flow through my body every few seconds, drained from the entire 52-floor structure, and channeled directly into the activation of my mythic-grade hibernation skill.
Every few minutes, I feel the odd sensation of an entire labyrinth floor collapsing beneath me, its essence disappearing from reality, much like those dungeons out in the desert vanishing into thin air when I was farming them months ago.
There's an initial click that vibrates in my mind, like a breaking point, then a woosh as all the stored-up mana is greedily absorbed by my passive plundering.
While the quadrillions of MP flow through me, I'm not actively using this mana. Only a small percentage is being applied to my mana control. However, even that small percentage is enormous and will more than double the amount of mana control I gained during my entire battle with the true cores out in the desert's dead zone.
These calculations are an afterthought, as my mind is running on autopilot while the clicks and whooshes of floors being collapsed and absorbed race through my mind one after another.