Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: Occupation War (3)
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[Death Mist Wharf Defense Battle has begun.]
[Defend Death Mist Wharf for 1 hour.]
[Merit points and fame gained during the defense will double.]
“Puhahat-ha!”
One hour after the surprise attack on Death Mist Wharf. Rokan burst into hearty laughter as he gazed at the Black Dragon Legion users swarming back and the armies from nearby strongholds.
It wasn’t because the enemy forces were pathetic. Even if the users’ levels were low and insignificant, their numbers easily topped two to three hundred, and there looked to be around five hundred NPC soldiers at least level 220-230.
Leading them was a knight who seemed at least level 250.
Unlike the original wharf guard captain, this one appeared incredibly aggressive—enough to make Rokan think a breakthrough might actually happen if he wasn’t careful.
So why the laughter? It wasn’t because he’d lost his mind at the sight of such formidable foes. No, it was due to the notifications that popped up the moment the defense battle started.
[Title ‘First Knight’ activates ‘Knightly Valor.’ All stats increase by 10% during defense battles.]
[Title ‘First Occupation Force’ boosts all stats by 20% during defense battles.]
[Title ‘First Occupation Force’ increases attack and defense proportional to the numerical disadvantage against the enemy.]
His existing titles alone were enough to punch through the wharf single-handedly, but now 10% and 20% stat boosts stacked on top? It was basically telling him to turn into a monster.
‘This is insane!’
And the final option was the real jackpot.
Attack and defense boosts proportional to the numerical gap!
The enemy numbered at least seven to eight hundred by rough estimate, while Rokan’s side was just him alone. So just how high would his stats climb?
A quick check of his status window left even Rokan reeling.
‘At this level, these stats are possible?’
Most titles boosted stats by fixed amounts rather than massive percentages, which was why this absurd situation had unfolded.
Even though he hadn’t quite hit level 230, his raw stats alone surpassed level 300.
Considering how bonus stats jumped massively every hundred levels on top of the standard gains per level-up, this went beyond abnormal—it was downright crazy.
“No way they can take it back now.”
On top of that, titles related to multi-player combat started popping up one after another, filling Rokan’s face with confidence.
The path to the flag was blocked solely by him here, and he’d built a ‘Eye of Detection’ facility in the rear to catch stealth attempts. If they broke through, he’d be better off biting his tongue and dying.
His confidence overflowed, and it had every reason to.
“Come on!”
Rokan bellowed triumphantly at the enemies charging with venom in their eyes, desperate to reclaim the stolen wharf.
* * *
“Monster…….”
“No way! What kind of ranged attacks aren’t even landing?!”
The defense battle lasted one hour. But the attackers lost their will to fight in less than thirty minutes.
At first, when Rokan single-handedly blocked the pier entrance, they’d thought it a foolish choice and vowed to kill him this time. But watching soldiers over level 200 drop like flies made them realize they’d been wrong.
Yet obsession is a stubborn thing. Even knowing better, they couldn’t easily pull away from the wharf—and their presence became a huge boon for Rokan.
“Y-You bastard!”
Rokan grinned at the troll knight’s roar as it wielded its lance with spear-like agility.
He’d wondered if he’d need to save Berserk for the enemy leader at the end, but he was toying with it effortlessly.
‘Can’t send you off that quickly.’
But he wasn’t tormenting it just for fun. Killing the leader would give the enemies a choice.
Abandon the reclamation battle.
Occupation or reclamation was still possible without a leader, so they might not give up—but given the mood, the odds of retreat were high.
‘About time for that contact…….’
And that wasn’t what Rokan wanted. He had reasons to drag this out longer.
“Die!”
“Guard.”
The troll knight tucked its lance under its arm and charged with full force, but Rokan swatted it away with a casual wrist flick, like shooing a fly. The attack fizzled.
That single motion sent the thing tumbling disgracefully across the ground.
At its base stats, it would’ve been a tough foe—but soaked in title effects, Rokan wasn’t even in the same league.
And then, the alert Rokan had been waiting for appeared.
[Nameless Detachment has occupied Kalstein Advance Base.]
The Nameless Detachment—Rokan’s group—had seized another area.
It was none other than one of the Black Dragon Legion’s strongholds, the closest to Death Mist Wharf.
While minimal guards remained, nearly everyone else rushed here, leaving the rest vulnerable to the detachment’s raid.
A classic empty-house heist.
[Nameless Detachment has destroyed Kalstein Advance Base.]
[Additional occupation bonus: Merit points and fame increased.]
And that achievement flowed straight to Rokan.
His affiliation with the detachment remained, so he shared in the merit points and fame from the base’s capture.
Complete with extra occupation and defense battle bonuses!
“Heh heh heh heh. No need for you anymore. Good work!”
Crack.
Once Rokan decided, decapitating the leader was child’s play. His attack power had ballooned from the extreme numerical disadvantage.
With boosts this massive to attack and defense, it seemed less about absolute numbers and more proportional to the ratio.
Either way, Rokan’s side being 1 enabled this insane scaling.
“Krraaah! Bombardment!”
With that, Rokan beheaded the enemy leader and unleashed bombardment spells of mass destruction potency every five seconds, sweeping the foes away.
He held firm until the defense battle’s time limit expired, securing victory.
[Death Mist Wharf Defense Battle has ended.]
[Defenders win.]
[Decide the fate of occupied Death Mist Wharf: Maintain/Destroy.]
“Destroy it.”
After one successful defense, Rokan chose destruction. Flames erupted everywhere, followed by explosions.
Rokan’s act of destroying and burning the wharf was recognized, spiking his merit points and fame.
“Perfect.”
Confirming it, Rokan left the wharf with satisfaction and no regrets. He’d taken everything he could.
The Black Dragon Legion users and guards he massacred weren’t negligible, but destroying two strongholds was the real prize.
At this stage, it was an unbelievable haul of merit points and fame—amounts once thought impossible.
“I’d like to raise my rank.”
“Uh…… The Knights’ Hall is outside to the left, but……”
Having achieved his goals, Rokan headed to the Hall of Honor in the war zone.
He’d gone to the Knights’ Hall for his knighthood, but this was on another level.
“This is the right place. I’m already a knight.”
“Hmm, you might not know, but advancing from knight takes one step to…… Wha—?!”
The administrator’s eyes widened upon checking Rokan’s merit points and fame. An unbelievable sight unfolded before him.
“You’ve met the requirements for…… Honorary Baron!”
Honorary Baron!
There was a tech tree to advance from knight to knight captain or guard knight using merit and fame, but that risked tying him to one group. So Rokan chose Honorary Baron instead.
It granted near-baron, quasi-noble status—treatment without actual land or subjects, an ambiguous position. The immediate perks were weaker than a great noble’s knight captain, but meeting certain conditions changed everything.
“Yes. Process it.”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
Honorary or not, it was noble status. The administrator’s demeanor turned polite, eyes watchful as he rushed the paperwork.
“Here you are. The magic seal and Ring of Authority.”
[Unbelievable feat! You are the first visitor to obtain noble status.]
[Acquired title ‘First Noble.’]
[You are the first to acquire this title.]
[First Noble][Unique]
You are the first visitor to become a noble. Many will praise and admire your achievement.
[Effects]
- Can hold territory
- Enhanced voice in councils and noble society
- Gains noble rights and privileges
Accepting them, the system recognized him as a noble. The title effects seemed vague and underwhelming at first glance, but Rokan knew better than anyone how vast their potential could grow.
“Now I just wait to be hooked…….”
With a meaningful smile, he returned to Linai Territory in peace.
* * *
Rokan’s rampage threw the Black Dragon Legion into utter chaos.
They were just starting serious expansion into the central continent—same as everyone else. But with Death Mist Wharf destroyed, guilds not yet relocated grew anxious, unable to advance for a while.
“About time.”
Yet it wasn’t all bad. Those spooked by Rokan pledged ‘unconditional full cooperation,’ banding together.
Plus, with two strongholds gone, NPCs who should’ve been there roamed like vengeful hunters, tracking the detachment. This hampered the group’s activity more than before.
At this rate, the path to the fourth city would open soon.
“But they’re just starting.”
Still, they’d barely toed the starting line. Catching Rokan—who’d lapped them several times over—was impossible.
So Rokan didn’t rank them as rivals. His primary target was his past self.
The SSS-rank on the user power rankings, dubbed King of Violence. To surpass that version of himself—not shoulder-to-shoulder with others, but standing alone. He doubled down on growth.
“Now, until contact comes, just steady reinforcement stone farming here.”
But growth in Linai Territory was hitting limits.
The mystic’s sleeping cave for mining reinforcement stones was too low-level now. Other monster zones topped out at 220-230, matching Rokan’s cap.
Time for a new hunting ground.
“The pyramid, after all…….”
Stepping out briefly was no issue. Security was ironclad, and he had communication artifacts to reach him anywhere.
The lord focused on the second mine, so Rokan left Linai Territory carefree.
Next target: the pyramid in Scorn Desert, pointed to by the human race quest.