Power of Runes Chapter 150: Stealing (2)

Ash hurried toward the direction Taylor had taken. As he moved past multiple rooms, each one contained something, but it was useless for him, nothing he needed or cared about.

And sure enough, at the end of the corridor, here also, the hidden wall was closing and was almost fully shut.

Ash hurriedly teleported himself inside, and just as he appeared within, the Red Dragon was standing right in front of him with his back turned toward him.

Seeing that, Ash froze for a moment as he looked around.

What stood before him was the treasury, and it was even larger than the library he had seen before. It was grand, vast, and filled with an ancient silence that made it feel even more imposing.

But Ash ignored that.

And looked up at one of the corners of the roof, and quietly appeared there. He left another one of his teleport anchors at that spot.

Thinking that, just as he was about to teleport himself away, he heard Taylor mutter in a low and annoyed voice, "I don’t understand why Alarion sent me here. I wanted to catch that rat bastard instead."

Hearing that, Ash stopped in his tracks.

"I don’t get it. Why does he think that brat would even try to enter the treasury or the egg chambers? They are so well hidden, I doubt he could even find them, no matter how much he tries..."

From Taylor’s words, Ash could sense the irritation in his tone, but more importantly, he understood the hidden meaning.

Alarion must have given them different instructions separately, possibly through telepathy or some secret method of communication.

That’s why they had gone to these two locations instead of searching elsewhere.

What Ash failed to consider in that moment was that simply reaching this place was the real challenge, not just opening the hidden door.

That’s when Taylor stepped forward and raised both of his hands toward the small dragon statues placed symmetrically on either side of where he stood. As his palms made contact, he infused them with his dragon mana.

In response, the statues pulsed faintly, and the floor in front of him slowly began to shift, revealing a hidden passage leading downward.

Ash muttered in his thoughts, reflecting on the elaborate ways the dragons had gone to conceal their secrets.

Taylor proceeded down the revealed path, vanishing into the depths below, but Ash found himself pausing in place, conflicted.

His mana reserves, which had already been worn thin, were now nearing complete exhaustion. And to make matters worse, it wasn’t regenerating like it usually did.

He didn’t understand why this was happening, but the uncertainty made him hesitate about whether he should follow Taylor deeper into the hidden chamber.

At some point, he had stopped supplying mana to his armor, finally starting to grasp how to manage his strength and presence without drawing too much attention.

Making up his mind, Ash silently leapt down from his perch and landed lightly on his feet with practiced ease.

Ash looked at the large amount of treasures scattered throughout the room, but his priority remained unchanged in his mind.

With that thought, he moved forward quickly, relying only on his physical strength. His movements were smooth, fluid, and fast enough that he seemed like a blur passing through the halls.

While advancing, he activated his [Omni Thought] ability, allowing his mind to process everything around him with clarity, even as his body moved at high speed. Every item, artifact, and object that entered his vision was briefly analyzed.

His steps came to a stop in front of a small, grey space ring resting on a pedestal. The band was engraved with the shape of a dragon, its carved eyes staring lifelessly forward. A plaque stood beside it, providing details about the item’s function and capacity.

Ash glanced at the description and raised his eyebrows slightly.

His current space ring was already massive, almost the size of a football stadium, and it wasn’t even half full. But the one before him could hold twice as much.

Without hesitation, he bound the ring to himself and continued moving deeper into the treasury.

On his way, he passed by all sorts of valuable items—precious dragon hearts, rare materials, ancient artifacts—but he didn’t stop.

Right now, he needed to hurry. He had no idea when that underground passage might close again.

As he reached the center of the treasury, something familiar caught his attention.

It was the Cursed Eye and the Fragment—items he had earned in the trial which the dragons had taken from him.

Both were lying there casually, placed together as if they were of little value.

Without pausing, Ash quietly picked them up and slipped them into his pocket, not sparing them another glance, before continuing his path forward.

[A/N: I had completely forgotten to mention the Cursed Eye and the Fragment in the previous Chapters, but I’ve fixed it now. You can check it if you want in the Chapter: Torture]

Just as he moved twenty steps forward, he found exactly what he was looking for. There, placed carefully on a pedestal, was an hourglass filled with shimmering sand.

Without wasting even a second to glance at the description written beneath it, he immediately shoved it into his pocket and turned around, moving quickly back toward the entrance.

That’s why, despite its usefulness, its practical value among dragons was limited. After all, dragons already lived for thousands of years—there was hardly any reason for them to rush or slow down time.

What use was temporal acceleration to a race that already viewed centuries as fleeting moments?

He already knew the artifact’s functions, so there was no reason to waste more time standing there. He had already spent far too long wandering the Dragon Continent.

Ash had been planning to steal one or two dragon eggs—one for himself and another for Elysia.

Reaching the entrance again, he saw that the door on the floor was still open, which brought a bit of relief. Without hesitation, he descended the stairs quickly, wasting no time.

He moved swiftly, and within minutes, he descended deep beneath the surface, where his eyes were met with a sight that truly deserved to be called an egg chamber.

The chamber was huge, made of old stone, with high ceilings that curved like the inside of a grand temple.

Soft light came from glowing runes carved into the walls, filling the space with a calm, golden glow. The air felt warm and thick with mana, giving the whole place a quiet and powerful feeling.

Dragon eggs were spread all across the chamber, each one sitting in its own black stone socket.

There were almost a hundred of them, and every egg was different—some were blue, some gold, some silver or green, and even a few were pure black.

Some eggs had tiny sparks of energy on them—small flames, bits of lightning, or light frost gently covering the shell.

All of them gave off a sense of life, like they were waiting for the right moment to awaken. The place felt like the beginning of something big, like the future was sleeping in front of him.

But even with so many eggs, one stood out right away.

In the center of the room, placed a little higher than the rest, was a small red egg. It was much smaller than the others, almost fragile-looking, but somehow it grabbed more attention than any other.

Its shell looked like red crystal, shining like a ruby, smooth and glowing softly. A golden mist swirled around it, floating gently like a soft breath, making it feel even more special.

Ash narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed.

He couldn’t quite explain why, but from that egg, he felt a strange purity—something untainted, ancient, and sacred in a way he had never felt before.

A small grin formed under his mask.

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