Dungeon Corpse Stacker: I Absorb Everything to Become Ominous Monarch

The monumental golden blast doors of the Presidency Apex Bunker—a three-foot-thick slab of enchanted adamantite forged with ancient nullification runes—groaned violently under the crushing atmospheric pressure radiating from the dark hallway outside.

Outside the chamber, the air had grown so dense that ordinary steel struts along the subterranean ceiling bent like wet clay. Renan stood quietly in the center of the passage, his long black coat fluttering in the draft. His gloved right fist was pulled back toward his ribs, dark-golden Monarch runes burning like liquid sunlight across his forearm, shoulder, and neck. The full weight of fifty thousand physical stat points gathered into a single, concentrated vector of absolute kinetic destruction.

”Open,” Renan whispered softly into the freezing air.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Renan’s fist struck the exact center of the golden doors.

The three-foot-thick adamantite slab did not merely buckle or cave inward—it erupted in a catastrophic burst of flying golden shrapnel! Tens of tons of shattered reinforced alloy, broken locking mechanisms, and pulverized concrete detonated into the interior of the Apex Chamber like an artillery shell. The shockwave tore through pristine white marble pillars, pulverized rich mahogany walls, and blew out the heavy glass chandeliers lining the subterranean ceiling, leaving a wide crater of burning wreckage in its wake.

A thick, suffocating cloud of pulverized granite, gold dust, and superheated steam billowed out into the cavernous underground hall.

Through the settling gray dust, Renan stepped across the shattered threshold, his boots clicking softly against the hot metal remnants of the blast frame. Standing silently at his left and right were his newly extracted Shadow Commanders—Drake, Marcus, and Vane—their dark phantom armor and glowing golden visors burning with absolute, lethal loyalty to their master. Behind them, three thousand heavy Shadow Knights filed through the broken doorway in absolute, terrifying discipline, instantly securing every perimeter corridor and sealing all possible escape routes.

The Apex Chamber was a colossal, circular subterranean dome over two hundred meters wide. At the far end of the marble hall, built upon a high elevated marble podium, sat the executive desk of the National Hunter Association.

Behind the desk stood President James.

He was no longer wearing his immaculate navy tailored suit or his gilded politician’s pin. President James was clad in a ceremonial set of ancient black-and-crimson plate armor known as the Regalia of the Sovereign Founder. In his trembling, bone-white right hand, he clutched a pulsating, heart-shaped crystal artifact wrapped in glowing violet veins—the Ancient World Core Relic (Tier-EX).

The artifact throbbed with a sickening, wet sound, pumping raw, unfiltered primordial mana directly into James’s circulatory system through thick, glowing crystal needles embedded into his right forearm and neck. Black, swollen veins bulged across James’s throat and face, turning his skin pale gray, while his eyes burned with an erratic, chaotic crimson light.

”Renan...” President James gasped, his voice raspy, distorted by an unnatural, double-toned screech echoing from the corrupted core inside his chest. ”You destroyed the Association... you slaughtered my Directors... you turned my Three Pillars into your shadow hounds...”

Renan stopped fifty paces from the elevated podium. His glowing golden eyes locked onto the pulsating crystal heart locked in James’s hand.

[Target Profile: National Hunter Association President]

Identity: President James (Corrupted Status)

Active Relic: ’Ancient World Core’ (Tier-EX Primordial Artifact)

Current State: Forced Assimilation / Pseudo-Monarch Transformation

Warning: Entity Core is Unstable & Drawing Directly from Subterranean Veins!

”You hoarded that relic in the dark for twenty years, James,” Renan said softly, his layered, double-toned voice echoing through the massive dome with an icy clarity that caused the marble floorboards to vibrate. ”You let millions of citizens live under the constant threat of Dungeon Breaks, using the crisis to consolidate absolute political, military, and financial power over this country.”

President James let out a manic, hysterical laugh that bounced off the high vaulted ceiling.

”Power?!” James shrieked, slamming his armored fist onto the heavy mahogany desk, instantly shattering it into flying splinters. ”Humanity needed a shepherd! Without the Association, without my authority, this country would have collapsed into total anarchy years ago! I built the system! I decided who became S-Rank! I decided which guilds controlled the gates and who received the mana crystals!”

”You built a cage,” Renan corrected, taking a slow, deliberate step forward that cracked the marble tiles beneath his boots. ”And you declared yourself its absolute master.”

”I am the Apex of this nation!” James screamed, his face contorting in maddening rage as blood leaked from his eyes. ”I will not bow to a resurrected outcast who crawled out of an unranked gate!”

President James savagely plunged the crystal needles of the Ancient World Core deeper into his own chest cavity!

WHOOOOOOOOOOSH!

An explosive, apocalyptic pillar of dark violet and crimson energy erupted from James’s body, tearing through the high marble ceiling of the Apex Chamber. The subterranean bedrock groaned as a hundred-mile-wide mana shockwave blasted outward, shattering every light fixture, melting metal conduits, and throwing tons of stone shrapnel into the air.

[System Alert: Anomaly Detected!]

Target ’President James’ is Undergoing Biological Reconfiguration!

Absorbing Primordial Core Mass...

Entity Rank: S-Rank Human $\rightarrow$ Tier-EX Pseudo-Monarch!

The black-and-crimson armor on James’s frame began to warp and mutate, fusing directly with his bone structure, muscle fibers, and flesh. Four massive, razor-sharp chitinous wings erupted from his spine, dripping with dark corrosive acid that hissed against the stone floor. His height expanded to twelve feet, his hands transforming into jagged, seven-foot bone scythes that crackled with unstable spatial lightning.

The sheer pressure radiating from the mutated President James caused the air temperature inside the Apex Chamber to spike to over five hundred degrees Celsius, melting the surrounding marble floor into bubbling white glass.

”Look at me, Renan!” the monstrosity that was once President James roared, his voice sounding like two grinding tectonic plates deep within the earth. ”I have assimilated the primordial core! I hold the strength of a true gate sovereign! You cannot extract what is already divine!”

The twelve-foot Pseudo-Monarch raised its massive bone scythes, launching its monstrous body forward with mountain-shattering speed, tearing a hundred-foot trench through the subterranean bedrock straight toward Renan!

Renan didn’t flinch. He didn’t order Shadow Commander Marcus or Shadow Commander Drake to step in front of him.

Instead, Renan slowly drew his dark Monarch blade—the sword forged from condensed shadow steel and burning golden Monarch runes—and raised it into a high execution stance, his golden eyes flaring with absolute, unyielding malice.

”A false god in borrowed armor,” Renan whispered as fifty thousand points of physical power surged through his blade. ”Show me if your stolen divinity can bleed.”