Transmigrated with my corruption system-Chapter 33: A Robe Fit for a Monarch

[Ding! Your ordinary robe has transformed into a Corrupted Dark Robe!]

"That was fast," Ulric murmured, peeling his eyes from the robe as he looked at it again. This time, intently.

Even with his enhanced senses, all he’d felt was an influx of energy. The next moment, it was done.

The change, just as he’d expected, was huge. The previously torn robe was now as good as new. And as the name suggested, the green colour had faded, taking on a dark shade.

The robe draping his frame was now soot black. Almost as black as the darkness he commanded. Was it a coincidence? He mused for a second before discarding the thought altogether.

He wasn’t sure about that, but what he was sure of was that the new look seemed more fitting.

Peering closer, he could see faint intricate runes lining the surface, creating a formation of some sort.

The blood that had drenched his body was now wrung dry. Nice. Ulric clicked his tongue, satisfied with the changes. This was already good enough for him, but still he couldn’t resist.

Pulling up his system interface to look at the real changes, he wasn’t disappointed at all.

[Corrupted Dark Robe]

(Abilities: Self Repair — Damage taken by the robe will naturally repair over time as long as it isn’t entirely obliterated at once. The type of damage will influence the time taken to repair.)

"Woah," Ulric breathed. This was one hell of an upgrade. This battle had him racking his brain about all future close-combat fights, but with this feature, his worry was now non-existent.

Taking in a sharp breath, he slowly regained his composure, a faint smile lining his lips. His future battles played at the back of his mind. He didn’t have to worry about suppressing his strength anymore.

Looking at the other feature of the robe, an excited chuckle almost slipped from his lips.

(Defense: 10% damage from all F-rank beings’ attacks will be naturally absorbed, shielding the user.)

(0/1,000)

Astounding. Simply astounding. It didn’t seem like much now, but shaving ten percent of damage from all opponents in F-rank would give him a nice advantage over those unlucky enough to cross his path.

As the thoughts raged at the back of his mind, one took root until he was unable to shake it off.

Seeing the remaining corruption points.

Corrupting it once already made this huge of a difference. What about twice?

He didn’t dwell on the thought. Already acting on it, he dumped the remaining thousand corruption points in, curious to see what the next transformation would lead to.

He didn’t have to wait long. Barely a few seconds later, the air before him shimmered violently. Waves of dark energy unfurled from thin air before suddenly drilling into his robe.

This time it lasted a little longer. When about a minute had passed, the darkness receded to reveal the figure within.

A notification immediately blinked before his eyes as the transformation finished.

[Ding! Your Corrupted Dark Robe has transformed into a Great Dark Robe!]

Nodding at the name, he tilted his head to stare down at it once more. Before his eyes widened in astonishment.

To an ordinary person’s eyes, it looked almost the same as before. But his eyes pierced through the facade.

The faint runes engraved on the robe seemed to have come alive, buzzing with a dark sheen. More patterns and glyphs had been inscribed, moving in a mysterious formation.

Catching his breath, he retracted his gaze, turning to check if there were any new abilities.

The self-repair function had been upgraded slightly, removing the impediment of total obliteration. Now even if his robe was completely destroyed, it would still be able to repair itself.

His defense as well. The ten percent had been boosted to fifteen percent. Granting him additional protection against F-rank attacks and now even E-rank ones, which at this point was groundbreaking.

Only eighty-five percent damage would be dealt if any being within those two ranks attacked him.

Would the damage the robe absorbed across ranks increase as he continued to corrupt it?

He mused for a moment before his face dropped slightly.

Pity. He couldn’t continue corrupting it since all his corruption points had run out. But that was a problem for another time.

Once he exited the dungeon, he would farm as many corruption points as he wanted, before a realization suddenly dawned on him like a goddamn war hammer.

With enough corruption points, he wouldn’t need to follow the conventional path. He could rise endlessly just by corrupting himself and if possible, those around him to milk as many corruption points as possible.

The thought only served to extend the shit-eating grin on his face. Only snapping out of his daze after a few seconds as he turned to look at the last upgrade.

Staring at it for a couple seconds, his eyes blinked rapidly. If the last changes were already groundbreaking, he didn’t know what this was anymore.

[Debuff Immunity: Full immunity against all debuffs cast by F-rank and E-rank beings.]

It seemed simple in description, but the possibilities were endless. He had yet to come across an opponent who would require he use this, but it was inevitable with his path and the road lined with stronger enemies.

There were bound to be people who cast illusions and other mind attacks. This simply nullified them.

Against assassins and archers, fighting him would be nothing short of a nightmare.

Slowly coming to terms with his [Great Dark Robe], he smiled, eager to see what corrupting it next would add. But that was for next time.

Averting his gaze, his eyes fell on a distant figure as he slowly walked up to her.

"This... uh... how..." Lena stuttered, her eyes scanning the approaching figure. Multiple questions brewing at the back of her mind.

One moment he was wearing a torn green robe drenched in crimson.

The next moment, a mesmerizing dark robe clung to his frame. And as he got closer, her mouth widened.

An outrageous thought forming.

It almost seemed like an enchanted robe that only great nobles wore. Even crazier, it looked even better than the one Lord Greyson wore.

The longer she stared, the more dazed she became. Before, Ulric was already devilishly handsome.

But this change made him seem almost untouchable, like a banished immortal.

The thoughts flushed her face. Her mouth opened, stuttering as she tried to force the words out while Ulric stood before her.

But she failed repeatedly until his voice echoed into her ears. Almost as if nothing had happened.

"Take me deeper into the dungeon."

She wanted to ask all these questions. But seeing the expression on his face, she kept the questions to herself.

Maybe the robe had been a gift from the elders. Instead, she muttered something else.

"I’m scared."

Having yet to awaken her class, the pressure the beasts exuded weighed heavily on her. It was manageable for now, but if they continued, the aftermath of such battles would be more than enough to kill her.

Nodding at her words, he gave a faint nod.

It was to be expected. The deeper they went into the dungeon, the more the danger increased.

"With me by your side, no harm shall come your way."

He tilted his head, staring into her faint dark eyes. He was done holding back. And unlike others, with every battle his strength grew explosively. Thanks to his Monarch of Darkness.

Looking down at the ground as their eyes met, Lena’s hands fidgeted nervously, unable to bear his gaze.

She didn’t know why, but his words felt oddly reassuring.

Her eyes landed on the spot where Ulric had just torn apart the level ten dire wolves as if they were nothing.

She gulped before her lips parted slowly.

"I believe you, y-young lord."

"Good." Ulric smiled, watching Lena walk ahead, placing both her hands on the dungeon walls.

Faint vibrations emitted from her palms as she slowly led the way, delving deeper into the dungeon.

"Time for more fun."