Treasure Hunting System： The Ocean Conquerer-Chapter 637 - 295 Completed_2

Hearing Alka's words, everyone nodded.

"I'll go in first," Alka said, standing on the Teleportation Platform.

However, he wasn't undertaking a challenge; instead, he was undergoing a trial.

As his figure disappeared, Alka instantly spawned in a stone chamber and pushed open the large door before him. He entered the stone platform he was already familiar with.

The mentor was standing there; he had been waiting for Alka for a long time.

Looking at the arriving Alka, he smiled and said, "Two of my colleagues have already completed their tasks. It seems two of your friends have successfully passed the challenge."

Alka nodded. "Yes, it seems to have been fairly successful."

"That's good. And what about you? Are you ready to challenge?"

Hearing the mentor's words, Alka shook his head. "No, my strength is still insufficient. I'll only do it when I have enough strength to completely pass the challenge mode."

Hearing Alka's words, the mentor's expression showed obvious satisfaction. He nodded with a smile and said, "Very well, that's the best timing. You have the aptitude to clear the entire tower. Challenging just for ordinary rewards would be a real pity."

"Alright, let's save the chit-chat for later. Now, let me see what you mentioned—the ability that improved your close-combat prowess," the mentor said, as light combat attire materialized on him.

Alka nodded and, without hesitating, a Mirror Surface materialized in his hand. But this time, what surfaced on the Mirror Surface was no longer Mirmi's figure. It had turned into a pitch-black shadow instead.

Subsequently, the mask transformed, becoming as black as ink, with three sharp horns extending from its top. Its entire surface took on a somewhat triangular structure. Alka donned the mask.

Billowing shadows began to spread downward from the mask, forming a shell-like Soft Armor that clung to Alka's body.

Alka's hands became robust. His palms transformed into claw-like appendages, each with four fingers and as broad as half his face. The shadow at his rear formed a slender, whip-like tail. Its tip featured a sharp, fin-like structure, evidently making the tail another flexible weapon at his disposal.

The most striking change occurred at Alka's shoulders and back, where another pair of hands extended upwards. These hands appeared much more distinct and slender than his primary ones. The hands of these shadow-formed arms transformed into exceptionally sharp blades. This was the extra pair of arms Alka had gained, which would be more effective in close combat.

"A transformation simulation similar to a deer?" the mentor mused. "Your mask indeed seems to be made from the Divine Essence of the Magic Mirror Walker."

This remark made Alka, who had been preparing for battle, pause and ask curiously, "Demon Realm Walker? What is that?"

"A demigod's title. He hid his real name; the world called him the Magic Mirror Walker. Before the age of the Divine War, his name was quite renowned. He delighted in pranks and mischief, possessed an extremely vile personality utterly lacking in empathy, and frequently caused widespread destruction through his 'playful' antics. If his father hadn't been so powerful, he would have been jointly annihilated long ago. It seems he also perished during the Divine War, which, frankly, is a good thing."

After briefly recounting the deeds and origins of the Magic Mirror Walker, the mentor charged directly forward. Alka quickly met his advance. The two instantly clashed.

After so much close-quarters combat training, Alka's melee skills had improved by leaps and bounds. With the help of this new form, his combat stance became smoother. Aside from needing to adapt to the two new arms on his back, everything was progressing well.

The mentor also seemed intent on training Alka's use of these new arms, constantly forcing him to bring them into play. He didn't overlook Alka's tail either. Since it was clearly a weapon, and Alka's entire body was now armed, every part had to be utilized effectively.

From the mentor's expression, it was evident he was very pleased with this performance. Combined with the bizarre maneuvers Alka interspersed throughout the melee, his offensive actions became highly deceptive. Alka was now able to effectively apply his deceptive techniques in offensive close combat. Even though this shadow creature form he transformed into was skilled in close combat, it was undeniably still a being from the Dream World.

They fought like this for a long time, until Alka's stamina was completely depleted and a punch sent him sprawling to the ground. Only then did he lie there, weakly waving his hand to signal he could no longer continue.

The mentor walked over, extended a hand, and pulled Alka, who had already removed the mask, up from the ground. "Not bad. This form is truly impressive. Indeed, the Dream World is full of all sorts of strange things. I've actually never seen anything like it," the mentor said, a hint of regret in his voice.

Hearing this, Alka couldn't help but smile. His mentor had always prided himself on his erudition, but the Dream Realm was the one area that repeatedly stumped him.

The two of them sat down nearby, chatting casually. In truth, it was more a case of Alka asking him various questions. After all, this mentor had lived since the era before the Divine War. The only regrettable aspect was his limited knowledge regarding certain details of the Divine War. This was because he had already died before that time and had subsequently become a mentor within this tower.

"After today, you no longer need to enter the trial every week. At this point, there's very little here that can enhance your strength. You simply need to continue along this path."