[E.M.Supreme] Chapter 3 - Code RED

Mark was met with nothing but a deep black that even his enhanced vision could not pierce through. 

It looked like a viscous tar. 

No point in wasting anymore time. 

He took a deep breath and pushed through, the world blinked for a moment before vision returned to him. Mark stumbled forward onto a ledge of more stone and into a massive cavern sprawled before him. Stairs of ancient rocks and carved out of the bed rock wound down from where he stood to the only floor below. 

Undead skeletons by the dozens all lay in piles over the marble tile flooring. More than he could quickly count. 

Each one was had newer armor and no rusty equipment unlike the skeletons he obliterated just outside of the doorway behind him.

On the very furthest side, after another small set of stairs going down, was another doorway made of wood. An exact replica. 

Seems like a tower that’s going to spiral down.

Welcome to the Tower of the Undead Ancients - Floor 1!

Grade Dungeon - RED

Level of Party Suggested - Level 77

Mark blinked at the notification he just read. 

He hadn’t studied up on much of the dungeoneering topics his father had tried to teach him. What was the point in it he had thought. There wasn’t a chance he would ever enter a dungeon as a [Tanner] anyway. His father hadn’t. Why would he?

It had made sense back then. 

Then again, he didn’t need to have gotten a degree from the Magus Universities to know that all capital ‘RED’ did not bode well for anyone in his situation. 

Unless they have a Golden Class, obviously…

It’s assessment for the level of a party was only the cherry on top of the iced cake. 

Mark took another deep breath. He knew well enough that he would have to unleash the unruly and quite frankly uncontrollable mana within his core to clear this area out. He wasn’t sure where level 77 sat in the grand scheme of things. His own father was only a level 41 [Tanner], but he had never really traveled or delved any dungeons. Steve was level 58, but he was nothing but a drunk. 

Maybe it was expected for someone with his type of class to defeat them so handedly?

Would the energy obliterate them as it did the level 55 undead skeletons?

Can’t imagine otherwise. 

The entire cavern had turned into a hellscape of molten lava and black ash that had been his accosters. He doubted anything here would survive. 

Now was more of a question of whether he could control the mana when released.

It tingled in his core just waiting for any reason at all for it to erupt like a volcano regardless of what type of emotion he felt. 

He closed his eyes and searched for the man within his core. 

It reacted violently to his probing, surging and almost running out of control before he forced it back into his core. 

Mark took multiple deep breaths as he felt sweat bead down his forehead and over his eyelid. A tremble ran down his spine as he tried to keep the turbulent  energies within him blocked away to be used only when he desired. 

He tried it again, this time pushing it just a little bit further than he did before. 

A dawning realization came upon him as he quickly learned that there was no chance in hell that he would ever be able to control this amount of power at his current skill level and ability. The man within him broke past his control and flooded through his body and mana vessels to materialize within reality. 

This time, he had his eyes open to watch as it broke past and originated just a few feet in front of him. 

Energies of many colors flooded the entire cavern within seconds, burning, scorching, and melting anything in their way. The skeletons had no chance to survive as the energies crashed into them before they could fully wake from their slumber. Crashing into them with a physical weight that blew them away towards the back of the dungeon floor. 

No skeleton survived, no armor or weapons, not even an ounce of mana. 

His own completely filled the entire dungeon floor. 

It almost felt suffocating within the bounds as the very air was scorched into nothingness. 

Mark was confident that if his body hadn’t been changed dramatically by the system, he likely would have died from suffocation had he survived the initial energies that ravished the place. 

He stared at the devastation he caused while trying his best to prevent it from happening. 

It was just another testament that he either needed to figure out how to control this, or he would force himself to sit in here until the day he could prove to himself that he would not kill everyone around him finally arrived. No matter how far away that day could be. 

It took nearly half an hour before the dungeon was no longer covered in these scorching flames. An hour longer for the molten lava to cool down.

Once The floor was no longer red, he went down and sat in the centre of it all. 

He watched as dozens of notifications appeared in his vision. 

Level ups and another skill.

Yet, more importantly, the first skills he received leveled up as well. 

89x Level 72 Undead Skeleton Warriors Defeated!

Experience Gained - 385,637

Just the thought of receiving hundreds of thousands of experience with one battle made his head spin. 

It's just too ridiculous of an amount to visualize. 

Mark already overtook his father's class by nearly fifteen levels and that was after just two fights in total. The speed by which he gained them was completely broken. Another reason why it was clear and obvious to him the Royal Knights executed Golden Classers on the spot. 

Class Level up - [Endless Mage Supreme - Absolute Level]

29 -> 61

Level 55 attained!

Class Skills unlocked!

Spatial Inventory - Level (∞)

Level fricking 61?

Mark knew that the richest merchants and nobles carried spatial pocket rings on their fingers as a sign of wealth and prestige. Flaunting them to anyone willing to look, especially when the poorer trades were in the same room as them. Mark remembered attending his first annual trades meeting the year prior, an introduction to society before unlocking his class. 

It left a horrible taste in his mouth to see how pompous anyone that walked with a spacial pocket ring acted.

Now? 

He literally had a class that did it for him. 

Mark tried to activate it and was mentally aware of how empty it actually was and how naked he was. Without the ability to control his power, he would never be able to wear clothing at all without having hundreds of sets in his new skill prepared for every attack he casted. 

It was just more reason to figure out a way control or readjust his usage of his new power. 

Then he needed to figure out he would pass as a normal person with what constituted as a volcano for a mana core within his body. 

Any mage would notice him from a mile away.

They were not people he wanted to deal with, all the guarded knowledge and secrets meant they could be anything at all. Not that they would guard his secret, rather they would be the first to point all the Royal Knights within a thousand miles toward his location like a beacon on a foggy day. At least with the common people he could make up a believable lie. 

That likely wouldn’t work with anyone that knew even the basics of what they were doing. 

He pulled up his status page to see if it had changed any at all. 

It did not. 

Nothing was different except the added new skill and the number next to his level. 

Next he let the system bring up all the skill upgrades he had received. 

It was fruitful to use a dragon’s core worth of energy and mana when it came to bringing his skills up as fast as possible.