Unholy Player Chapter 481 Suicide Skill

"Is the floor capable of surviving another trial?" Adyr inquired in a level tone, gesturing toward the delicate fractures spiderwebbing across the walls like thin veins.

The damage appeared superficial, as if nothing more than the outer plaster had flaked away. Nevertheless, he harbored doubts about the structure's ability to endure a second tremor of that magnitude.

"Do not fret, simply grant us a moment to reset the chamber," the lead researcher answered with suspicious haste. It seemed as though the integrity of the facility mattered little to him compared to the influx of new data on his monitor.

With a few swift taps on his tablet, he initiated the command to unlock the room.

The door emitted several sharp, mechanical clicks. Then, accompanied by a resounding, heavy thud, the massive portal cracked open. It immediately began to ravenously pull air from the hallway, drawing in fresh oxygen to displace the scorched, stagnant atmosphere inside and equalize the pressure.

The resulting vacuum was violent, reminiscent of a cabin door being breached on an aircraft at high altitude.

The research team struggled to maintain their footing on the polished floor, battling the force that threatened to sweep them into the room.

However, Adyr and the three Lunari stood as immovable as pillars rooted to the earth. They did not budge an inch, allowing the researchers to grab hold of them and use their bodies as anchors against the gale.

Only Rhys, among the ordinary humans, managed to stay upright through his own strength, bracing his frame against the suction. Henry remained at his side, clutching Rhys’s shoulders firmly to weather the storm.

The pressure stabilized within a mere three seconds. As the suction died down with a soft hiss, the researchers exhaled in unison, the intense strain finally leaving their bodies.

"We ought to install dedicated air ducts to manage the pressure equalization," the lead researcher remarked. He and his colleagues began scribbling frantically in their notes before swinging the door wide to inspect the interior.

Contrary to expectations, the chamber was not sweltering after the blast. Instead, a peculiar chill hung in the air, making it cooler than before.

The walls appeared unchanged, though the matte gold finish seemed a shade darker, as if it had swallowed the immense heat. Within moments, however, the surface regained its original luster. The gold coating remained perfectly intact across the entire room, showing no signs that an explosion had ever occurred.

After a thorough inspection, the researchers exited in small clusters, whispering excitedly while recording their findings on tablets and pads.

Once the data review was finished, the head researcher addressed him. "My Lord, the room is ready for your entry."

Adyr gave a nod and walked inside. He scanned the surfaces for any lingering structural failures from the previous impact but failed to find even the smallest crack.

They truly are skilled, he mused. He was genuinely impressed that they had engineered a facility capable of withstanding the strike of a Titled Practitioner—a feat that surpassed any construction found in the Outer Regions. Zephan, observing from the threshold, looked visibly stunned. He glanced between the flawless room and the scientists in white coats, his admiration for them surging.

Had any mortal within the Lunari kingdom produced such a marvel, they would have been hailed as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy, earning the profound respect of the Practitioners themselves.

Satisfied that the environment was secure, Adyr turned slightly toward those in the hallway. "You may seal the door."

The request caught everyone off guard. The head researcher spoke up, his voice tight with concern. "My Lord, I fear that may be unsafe."

He was unaware of the specific technique Adyr intended to practice. Given that it likely rivaled a 20-kiloton detonation, being trapped inside with such force seemed beyond dangerous; it was suicidal. Adyr dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand, his expression remaining unruffled. "My technique differs from Silverlight’s; there is no delay. It is instantaneous." Zephan’s method involved charging his silver spear and triggering a detonation seconds later, allowing him time to distance himself from the epicenter.

In contrast, Adyr’s power was immediate, bordering on a suicide-style attack. The final strike of his combo triggered the moment it was executed, leaving no window for a standard retreat.

Noticing their lingering hesitation, Adyr chuckled softly. "Close it and count to ten. Do not worry about my safety; I have my own methods."

Faced with a direct repeat of the order, the head researcher had to comply. Despite his dry throat and obvious nerves, he tapped his tablet, and the heavy door shut with a deep, metallic boom.

Simultaneously, Henry’s fingers flew across his wrist device, sending out an urgent evacuation order for the entire building.

The group began a silent countdown from ten, some whispering the numbers under their breath. They braced for a display of power that would define the current peak of Human capability.

As the mental count reached zero, every heart skipped a beat in tandem with the building’s foundation. A collective tremor rattled their chests.

The sealed chamber convulsed violently. The support columns connecting it to the main structure began to snap with sharp, splintering cracks.

The ground heaved under a powerful quake. Damaged walls began to crumble, sending fragments of stone crashing down and filling the air with thick dust.

The overhead lights flickered weakly before dying out, casting the corridor into absolute blackness.

The only remaining illumination came from Zephan’s lightning armor. The pale, electric glow dancing across his skin provided just enough light to see.

"Protect them," Silverlight commanded his Elders calmly, his gaze fixed on the escalating destruction that threatened to spiral out of control.

He was uncertain of the physical durability of these ordinary Humans. Regardless, he would not permit them to come to harm while they were under his protection.

The two Elders reacted with speed that eclipsed the falling ceiling. Their swords cleared their Sanctuaries in a blur, intercepting the plummeting debris. They sliced through every boulder large enough to cause injury with a precision and velocity that no mortal eye could hope to follow.