Chapter 132
Translator: uly
Chapter: 132
Chapter Title: Gladiator King Uruuta
The lighting converged on the edge of the arena.
Within that light, the orcs parted to the left and right.
Their rough, crude appearances had already vanished completely.
A solemn atmosphere.
As if welcoming their master, every one of them stood in perfect formation.
And amid the swirling sand dust, a massive palanquin soon came into view.
Atop it sat a single orc, arrogant and imposing.
Twice the size of the others.
A red headband wrapped around its head.
Two battle axes laid side by side on the palanquin.
This orc, extraordinary even at a glance, lounged half-reclined, gazing down imperiously at the battlefield.
A staggering level of 150.
The boss monster dominating the current battlefield.
That was Uruuta, king of all orcs—the Gladiator King.
Uruuta's spawn conditions were twofold.
Defeat a certain number of orcs and trained elephants.
The former was something most teams could manage, but the latter was another story.
A massive monster with random patterns and a berserk mode.
Taking down enough trained elephants was no easy feat.
"Th-they actually summoned Uruuta!"
"This is the second time this year—first Roxie, now Iron Mask is the second to call him out!"
As the spectators chattered, this marked the second boss appearance since the last promotion exam.
But one key difference: he'd met the conditions without relying on the stele's protective barrier.
Even Roxie, the former top rookie, had waited safely inside the barrier for the patterns.
Iron Mask had shattered the random patterns head-on, skipping that phase entirely.
"No way they're actually going to take him down, right?"
"...Nah, no chance. The level gap alone is insane. Even Roxie gave up on him."
Indeed.
Even Fist Master Roxie had thrown in the towel against this boss.
Take it down?
It was hard to imagine.
They'd already racked up massive points from the trained elephants.
And skipping the barrier hadn't cost them any points.
Just securing points from the orcs and elephants would guarantee Iron Mask's team's comeback victory.
But unfortunately for them, Luke had no such plans.
He'd activated the World of Night precisely to hunt the boss.
Gladiator King Uruuta.
The final target from the start.
"Hey, you aren't seriously thinking of..."
Kenny trailed off, gritting his teeth.
The reason was simple.
Iron Mask.
Luke was wrapping bandages around himself while downing a mana potion.
At the sight, Kenny let out a defeated sigh.
"...What a cheeky bastard."
His job was straightforward.
Support his partner, just like always.
So Kenny chugged his own mana potion, getting ready in his own way.
Gladiator King Uruuta.
To tackle the battlefield's boss.
Of course, facing the boss directly fell to Luke.
But he had to provide constant support to let Luke fight unhindered.
Did Luke sense that?
He glanced at Kenny briefly, then looked up at the sky.
'It's still holding... but...'
No telling when the deep night would lift.
So wrap it up before World of Night ended.
The moment that thought sank in,
power surged into Luke's ankles.
His form shot forward like a barrage.
"Damn, damn, damn!"
Ignoring Kenny's grumbling, he plunged straight into the heart of the enemy lines.
"Chwiik!"
"Chwik!"
As expected, the orcs reacted first.
Boosted by Uruuta's arrival, they charged without hesitation, weapons raised.
But their blades never reached Luke.
"Your opponents are me."
Kenny.
With a resolute expression, he swept his hand.
Like a conductor on stage.
Perfectly controlling the poison wave.
And just like that, the orc horde was swept away in an instant.
Left in front: a handful of orcs.
And a single trained elephant.
Dragon Eye
Dagger Mastery activating!
Current additional damage: 3%
Lustrous golden eyes gleamed.
Red silhouettes danced and flickered before him.
Surrender to that flow.
With that thought, Luke twisted his upper body.
Then, like slamming the brakes, he twisted his ankle and poured strength into his arm.
Slash!
An orc's head flew through the air.
Its eyes bulged wide in its face.
No death cry.
The head soon rolled across the ground.
"Hoo."
A light breath.
Then his eyes cooled to ice.
A single path traced in his mind.
Calculations complete.
All that remained: follow the solution.
Green flames rode the wind.
A nearby orc stomped frantically, trying to peel the flames from its face.
Luke didn't miss the opening.
Psssh!
Heat erupted everywhere.
Its skin already burning, now its whole body seared doubly hot.
Hell for the orcs.
But the true hell was just beginning.
Throwing Mastery activating!
Current additional damage: 2%
Current additional accuracy: 2%
Pfufufuk!
Throwing daggers embedded in the orcs.
Coated with regular poison, acidic poison, and paralyzing poison—a lethal combo.
No wonder they writhed in agony.
But Luke didn't stop there. He piled on more pain.
Slash!
Pssshuk!
Bloodthirsty Kukri's bleed effect.
A new torment that wouldn't end until healed.
Stacking status ailments doubly in succession.
Thus, orcs flailed amid poison and bleed.
Luke granted them peaceful rest.
Black Wolf's Fang slices the orc's throat!
Piercing damage! Ignores defense for 20% fixed damage!
By death.
Bwoooo—!
Unable to watch its kin die?
Soon, the orc tamer appeared with its elephant.
The elephant's menacing trunk.
But Luke felt no fear.
Instead, he raised Black Wolf's Fang straight, as if he'd been waiting.
And the moment a single point appeared,
Mute Strike cast!
Silence inflicted! Trained Elephant's Trunk Swing canceled!
His form accelerated.
Pfuk!
Black blade buried in thick leg.
Heat bursting from within as Luke's world flipped upside down.
No—precisely, he'd somersaulted while embedded.
The saddle prepared for the tamer.
To climb the ladder on the elephant's flank.
Parkour cast!
Shadow Step activating! Balance heightened!
Tatadatak!
His form scrambled up like a flying squirrel.
The panicked tamer orc hastily drew its sword, but too late.
Puk!
Dagger to the face.
Black Wolf's Fang pierced its brow.
"Chwi... chwi..."
Life faded from its eyes.
A pathetic end for a warrior.
The elephant shared the same fate.
Kuuung!
The fragile fortress crumbled.
No resistance meant anything before Luke.
Just corpses claiming space on the battlefield.
As the elephant fell.
Luke leaped high amid the thick dust.
Fluttering blue cape.
Falling from the sky, Luke's eyes locked on one spot.
The battlefield's ruler.
The moment he spotted the one on the palanquin, a black fist slammed the earth.
Kwajik!
Crushing the fancy palanquin.
Landing boldly before it, trampling subordinate orcs.
The ruler forced to roll ignobly and stand.
Its mood ruined, eyes bloodshot with rage.
Two beings faced off in an instant.
Spotlights from above illuminated them as Luke cracked his neck first.
"Let's make this quick."
"Krwaaaah!"
The boss fight began.
People always go wild for the new.
Anything grows stale with time.
Boredom creeps in from familiarity.
So they chase novelty.
Agas was no different.
Over two years since launch.
All established users had long settled in.
The same old rankers.
The usual streamers.
Predetermined hunt and battle outcomes.
New rookies popped up occasionally, but most hit walls fast.
Vanishing without a trace, failing expectations.
But Iron Mask.
He was different.
A supernova from his debut.
Now, writing a new legend.
Kang!
Breath caught.
Every moment dizzying.
The stands already ablaze with heat.
Spectators watched with trembling eyes fixed on one spot.
One human.
One orc.
Clashing endlessly under the lights.
Puk!
The level gap was real.
Slash!
The boss had random patterns too.
Psshaaaak!
More berserk modes than even trained elephants.
Yet he was overcoming it.
One step ahead.
Shattering everything.
Surpassing the boss everyone deemed impossible.
So they watched, breathless.
Even the lively stream chats fell silent.
-Kr, krwaaa!
One step.
Another.
Uruuta slowly yielded ground.
The boss's helpless form—unprecedented.
Since when did the Gladiator King groan so pathetically?
Unbelievable, even seeing it.
But no need to understand.
Iron Mask was unpredictability incarnate.
"...Iron Mask."
That was why they admired him.
"Iron Mask."
Cheered.
And went wild.
Because he achieved the impossible with flair.
Iron Mask!
Iron Mask!
Iron Mask—!
The voices swelled like a wave, filling the arena.
The stage's star had changed to Iron Mask.
Starlit night sky.
Spotlights on the ground.
Beneath them, he danced like on a theater stage.
Sometimes fiercely.
Sometimes gracefully.
Every motion flawless.
And at last, the finale approached.
Chaeng!
Two blades crossed in midair.
Battle axes flung far.
Time seemed to slow, like slo-mo.
So fixated were the people.
Soon, the blade burrowing into Uruuta's shoulder blazed with heat.
Vision blurred briefly.
Uruuta swung its remaining arm in counterattack—futile.
Black Wolf's Fang already arcing in pursuit.
Pssshiiik!
Powder scattered everywhere.
Uruuta's head soared above.
Amid the deep darkness, rays of light pierced down one by one.
Dawn's herald.
The brilliant light signaling the end of the long night and the curtain's fall.
Thud!
When morning returned, the battlefield's master had become Iron Mask.