Chapter 163
Chapter 163
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 163
Chapter Title: Legend of the Stormwind (1)
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'What the hell?'
He had barely leveled up after taking down several groups of Red Crusaders. But during all that time, there was no sign at all of the Dukon Guild.
Was it because they couldn't find his location? Just flying around on Kai?
No. After that post went up, Rokan had deliberately exposed his position—aside from the Berserk cooldown periods.
His top priority was the Red Crusaders, but as a bonus, it was also to deal with any Black Dragon Legion users who came looking for a fight.
Catching them didn't yield much reward, but it alone created significant pressure.
To put it exaggeratedly, once they realized even brushing past him meant death, they wouldn't dare interfere in his battles with the Red Crusaders.
There had been some attempts to snipe him despite that, but after experiencing the ironclad defense of his Iron Chains and the vengeful barrages that hammered down, they all slunk away.
'Guess they were all talk after all.'
It wasn't like there were no interruptions during his fights with the Red Crusaders beyond chance encounters while passing by. But none bore the mark of the Dukon Guild.
There was no way those guys, after posting something like that, would show up flying someone else's flag. In the end, it was all bluster.
Rokan sneered, having seen more than one or two such loudmouths in the past. He focused on the present.
"Please..."
The moment he hit level 299, Rokan returned to Taimura and entered the Berserker Guild with eager anticipation.
The class change quests were the same up to Class Expert. But Master class was different. What quest you got was purely random.
If you were lucky, it might be relatively easy. If you were unlucky, you could get an insane difficulty quest, hold back tears, and dep level.
And for the truly, truly unlucky, it could happen over and over.
"I'd like to receive the Master-level quest."
"Whoa, you've grown that far already? Hold on a moment."
Rokan took a deep breath and requested the quest from the Berserker Guild Master.
The guild masters in the central continent's major cities were all set as Master level by default, but even that was astonishing growth speed.
Of course, he'd heard rumors of other users hitting level 270+, but from 280 to 299 was the infamous wall known as hyper-leveling hell. The gap was enormous.
Perhaps because of that, the Berserker Guild Master seemed to hesitate.
'Don't hesitate! Don't even think about it!'
Rokan screamed internally at the serious expression, but the guild master's deliberation only deepened.
The most common Master-level quest was simply gaining recognition from a Master level.
It applied to any Master-level NPC. If you just got their acknowledgment—no need to kill or defeat them—the quest was complete.
So if he handed out a quest without thinking, Rokan's prior record of slaughtering multiple Masters would retroactively apply, auto-completing it on high pass.
In other words, the longer he hesitated, the higher the chance something annoying would happen to Rokan.
"Alright. I'll give you a test."
[You have acquired the class change quest 'Legend of the Stormwind.']
"...Damn it."
Rokan cursed at the assigned Master-level quest.
Not the easiest ( ) recognition quest from a Master, but some bizarre one. The fact that the success condition didn't auto-complete on retroactive application already felt ominous.
[Legend of the Stormwind][Quest]
Long ago, surpass the legendary being passed down only in tales.
Succeed, and you shall gain power stronger than any other.
-Success Condition: Acquire Master's Crest 54 / 500
-Success Reward: Class change to Master level
"Ha... ha..."
All he could do was laugh. Master's Crests were token items dropped from hunting Master-level monsters.
"This is insane."
And now it wanted him to hunt 500 of them. Things were better now—he could handle four or five at a time without issue—but this was still daunting.
But at the same time, his fighting spirit ignited.
"Stormwind... huh."
The name Stormwind pricked at his pride.
[In Search of Stormwind's Traces][Quest]
You have found traces of the ancient Stormwind that once ravaged the world. Follow the remaining traces to inherit Stormwind's will.
-Advanced Training Grounds cleared (Complete)
-Seafloor Tunnel first cleared (Complete)
-Kill 5 Class Masters as Class Expert (Complete)
-Acquire Sealed Stormwind Battle Axe (Complete)
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Was the Stormwind referenced in the quest the Berserker class itself? Or did the Berserker Guild Master simply think of him based on his exploits?
He couldn't tell yet, as the new quest details hadn't filled in. But if he played it right, he might fill another of those question-mark slots.
And at the same time, a stubborn resolve welled up: if that guy did it, so can I. Not item-luck bullshit—when it came to combat, Rokan refused to lose to anyone.
"500? Piece of cake."
Flames of battle roared in Rokan's eyes.
Thanks to baiting and picking off the Red Crusaders, he'd already filled quite a few. About 450 left.
But he had no intention of filling all 450 with Red Crusaders. He could rack up numbers fast that way, but it was too risky.
Instead, he'd poke at them cautiously, then hole up.
The central continent had plenty of spots spawning Master-level or higher monsters.
And so, Rokan's hunt resumed.
* * *
"What the fuck are these idiots doing now?"
Even after receiving the Master quest, Rokan cleaned up several isolated Red Crusader groups, but there was still no attack from the Dukon Guild.
Just as he was starting to forget about them, some mind-blowing news hit the forums.
[Fuck, that bastard bolted.][Author: Ivern]
[Dukon Guild or whatever the fuck, they said they had everything needed to catch Rokan, collected money from guild members and crowdfunded from regular users, then ghosted. Scam eaters ffs.]
└Moonpower: Knew that Lee Hyung-geun bastard would pull something lol
└Minika: Yeah, how the hell were they gonna catch Rokan. Suspicious from the start when they started collecting cash without spilling details.
└Gari: Wtf I donated too. Said if they caught Rokan he'd get a title quest done and return the funds. Small amount but I trusted that shit...
└Kuerka: So what happened to Dukon Guild? Disbanded?
└BlockSteppedOn: Looks like they sold off guild members to other guilds too...
The Dukon Guild master, who had stirred anti-Rokan sentiment within the Black Dragon Legion by provoking him, had sucked his guild dry and pocketed crowdfunding from regular users before fleeing.
The sum was massive—enough to coast forever if cashed out.
'Ah, now I remember.'
That must be why it hadn't rung a bell right away. He didn't stick it out to the end; he just skimmed the cream and bailed midway.
From fuzzy memories, even after fleeing like that, he didn't quit The Lord entirely. He leveled solo, sold items, and eventually started a new guild. Victims from this incident later found out, mobilized their guild, and wiped him out.
'He's just the pioneer of big scams; these kinds of pranks happen all the time.'
Meaning, even without Rokan's involvement, it would've happened eventually. The guy just used the Rokan hype to rake in cash faster and dip.
"Disappointing. But the timing's not bad. They can vanish now for all I care."
The victims might be furious, but for Rokan, the timing was perfect. He'd just finished off the isolated Red Crusaders.
'I expected some, but it's impressive they've followed this far.'
Not every group was Rokan's kill. Black Dragon Legion guilds, and even Golden Lion infiltrators, had handled some too.
Some even mimicked his method, luring Red Crusaders to guild ambushes at life-or-death cost.
Some failed and got wiped, but those bold enough succeeded often enough for the news to spread.
One such was the Ragnarok Guild.
Guys using names like Thor and Odin, cosplaying as gods. Laughable at a glance, but their skills were real.
Their core, 'King of Genesis,' had lost so much to Rokan that he might never recover this lifetime. Yet already, as a single guild, they could handle three or four Red Crusaders.
Despite claiming elite few over hundreds like others.
It made him a bit tense, but that was it. This time, even if the King of Genesis and his whole crew came at him, he'd crush them all.
No matter what they did or how strong they got, he'd pursue his own path to strength.
"Yeah, come at me if you dare."
No—he was even looking forward to their growth.
This time for sure.
Remembering that battle, he stoked his rage. He couldn't demand answers from his past life, but the fury remained unquenched.
Rokan gritted his teeth and entered seclusion. To gather the remaining Master's Crests.
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Rokan halted his self-named seclusion grind exactly one week after entering the Cyclops habitat—Master-level monsters.
One-eyed behemoths surpassing ogres in raw power: Cyclopes.
Some described them firing beams from their single eye, but thankfully, no such thing. Still, their strength was so immense even Rokan struggled to tank head-on.
"Whew, I'm beat."
In that spine-chilling field where dozens roamed at once, Rokan had pulled off mob farming. He'd dart around, aggro three or four Cyclopes, then Berserk them down in one go.
He could solo without Berserk, but any stray aggro forced it anyway. For time efficiency, better to Berserk, farm fast, and endure cooldowns.
Even so, it was grueling.
Cyclopes were so tough even Berserk offered no guarantees, and cooldowns dragged endlessly.
But after that trial of endurance and focus, sweet fruition arrived.
[You have acquired a Master's Crest.]
[500 Master's Crests confirmed.]
[Master-level quest completion conditions met.]
[Class change quest 'Legend of the Stormwind' completed.]
[Class change to Master Berserker complete.]