Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster's Power - Chapter 780 -

A Di [legitimate-born] daughter of a noble house turns into an abandoned daughter. No father to dote on her, no mother to love her, no problem. She uses one silver needle to save a dying man. What’s so unusual about a medical injection? She roams all over the world with a scalpel in her hand. Cutting throats, cutting open abdomens, cutting open skulls to mend bones. With amazing medical skills and ethics, she gathers a flock of officials, obtains the will of heavens, gains public favor, and receives Taizi’s [Crown Prince] doting. In the midst of a powerful momentum, her cheap father comes to reunite. She coldly refuses to go home or acknowledge ancestors.

Chen Yuan transmigrated and became a Mountain Patrol Military Officer.The eight hundred miles of Langdang Mountain is his pasture.Unfortunately, the Great Qian Dynasty is in its final years, with its fate collapsing.Demonic disasters plague the land, bringing devastation to all living beings. The human world becomes a battleground, entering the mortal realm to face calamities.Monstrous beings and malevolent spirits take the stage, disrupting the martial world.Chen Yuan, armed with the Tiger Talisman for Mountain Moving, patrols on behalf of heaven, cutting down mountains and destroying temples.In the eight hundred miles of Langdang Mountain, demons and monsters shall not appear!

It has been about 30 years since dungeons were suddenly appeared in the modern world and Seekers, people who are adapted to dungeons, began to appear among the population.

One morning, Musou Daichi, a high school graduate and freelance worker, realizes that he has become a seeker. Seekers are people with unique abilities such as level, status, and skills.

Daichi bikes to a nearby dungeon and explores his first dungeon through trial and error. This is the story of a young man who gradually gains power while raising his level, acquiring skills, and cashing in the magical stones obtained by defeating monsters.

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