Chapter 165
Chapter 165
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 165
Chapter Title: Legend of the Gale (3)
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“Keheheheheheh!”
Rokan, who had entered the dungeon inside Remington Territory alone, began laughing like a madman.
The area around him was reduced to ruins. It was in such a devastating state that words couldn’t even describe it, and the monsters hadn’t even left behind wreckage—they were utterly destroyed.
Not only that, but Rokan’s appearance was somehow off as well. Golden and red light flowed across his skin, and his body was swollen to the point where it seemed like an optical illusion.
It was a massive, imposing figure that could pass for one of the legendary giant race, the Titans.
[The duration of Gale Incarnation has ended.]
[Re-incarnation is impossible for the next 1 hour.]
[Due to the aftereffects of Gale Incarnation, all stats are reduced by 20%.]
“Good. It turned out better than expected.”
Rokan shrank back to his original form, looking somewhat drained, but his eyes were alive with energy.
Master Skill.
Not only had it turned out exactly as intended, but by incorporating stories and a few additional skills based on what he’d heard from the Berserker Guild Master, it had produced a skill far beyond expectations.
Its name was Gale Incarnation.
It was a skill that embodied a certain being known as the Gale Storm.
It wasn’t truly a possession-type shamanic skill, but it was powerful enough to make one believe it was. It combined not just Berserker skills, but every kind of passive skill, buff skill, defensive spell, and shamanic ritual.
Thanks to that, his maximum health surged dramatically, and all his attack power and defense rose to extreme levels. And that lasted a full 30 minutes.
At this point, it wasn’t even at the Master level anymore. You’d need a High Master or higher to put up a real fight. The power of Rokan’s Master Skill was that absolute.
“The skill restructuring seems solid enough too.”
On top of that, new generated and combined skills had come out quite nicely. It covered the Berserker’s sparse skills with those from other classes, boosting power and versatility.
Having completed such a massive hardware upgrade, a smug smile spread across Rokan’s face. He looked just like a mischievous brat pondering how to torment someone.
* * *
“Not bad.”
Rokan, having returned, first checked the state of the battle.
He could monitor the outside situation from inside the dungeon, but he’d been so focused on creating the Master Skill, combinations, and generated skills that he hadn’t had the mental bandwidth for it.
And in the meantime, Chrono and the Crimson Cross Legion had already overrun around forty bases combined between the Golden Lion and Black Dragon Legion camps.
However, the admiration Rokan uttered wasn’t directed at Chrono and the Crimson Cross Legion—it was toward the players.
“The future changed, but in the end, those bastards still find a way to get stronger, huh?”
If the enemy had just rampaged indiscriminately through the bases, it wouldn’t have been forty but over a hundred smashed to pieces, and the top powerhouses of each race would’ve come out in full force. Fortunately or unfortunately, players hunting in hunting grounds or taking on side quests had lured them away, so fewer bases than expected had fallen.
“Six hundred to seven hundred, huh…”
And the Crimson Cross Legion wasn’t in great shape either.
Rokan had taken down nearly a hundred on his own, but in his absence, their numbers had dropped to roughly six to seven hundred. That meant the players and NPCs had smashed over two hundred of them.
Even though the average level of top players was barely around 270. Or maybe a bit higher now.
“Should I chalk it up to the Corruption Wave?”
Rokan attributed it to the Corruption Wave.
By shattering the Corruption Wave, he’d scattered corrupted monsters brimming with experience and items, boosting the levels and gear of top players.
With reinforcement stones now available too, they could pump up their combat power at the cost of some gold.
Even so, taking down Master-level enemies required stacking titles from massive achievements beforehand and having control sharp enough to match Master-level movement—but apparently, a few players had managed it.
“Can’t let my guard down.”
It wasn’t his place to say, having smashed Masters long ago in far worse conditions, but he did feel a twinge of tension. Even in the past, few had the combat prowess to follow him, but they weren’t entirely absent.
And most of them had been Korean.
‘Crazy game addicts. National trait, I guess.’
He’d meet overseas players later, but even among them, none could overpower Rokan.
They were decent—Rokan would win head-on, but if they ambushed or set traps, they had a shot.
Recalling the prowess of Korean players anew, Rokan quickly pinpointed Chrono’s location.
“Still a long way off, though.”
The Crimson Cross Legion’s numbers had dwindled significantly, but they were still a force to be reckoned with.
Even combining all six hundred or so remaining, taking on the High Masters of the Crimson Guard or Grand Master-level Chrono was a pipe dream.
With elites like that left, the real fight hadn’t even started.
‘But that’s not for the players.’
However, leaving them to the players wasn’t feasible yet.
Even Rokan, who’d casually crushed higher-grade foes so far, wanted to avoid a showdown with High Masters for now.
Maybe after finishing his gear setup and leveling more, but not yet.
Catching Grand Master Chrono in this state? Absurd. Even if every player in The Lord zombie-rushed him, it’d be futile.
‘Stalling could make it possible, though.’
Of course, there were ways to turn the impossible possible.
The human ancient emperor revival operation seemed like a total success at a glance, but fully resurrecting the dead without turning them undead was still a realm gods didn’t permit.
Tiny cracks marred his seemingly perfect body, leaking faint power even now.
Stall long enough—however long and bleak that time might be—and there was a chance to take him down.
‘Assuming the world doesn’t end first.’
One issue: the world might collapse before then.
Their forces wouldn’t replenish or recover anyway, so they couldn’t fully conquer and dominate the vast central continent. But wrecking key bases would still screw players over hard. Once a base fell, shops and most functions stayed paralyzed until the lord shelled out big for repairs.
Best to wipe them out before that.
Simplest method: 이이제이. Lure each race’s top powerhouses onto the stage, ideally against their enemy camps to maximize damage.
“The situation’s not bad…”
In that sense, things looked pretty good for the Golden Lion camp. The humans had stirred first, so Chrono and the Crimson Cross Legion were rampaging on the Black Dragon Legion side.
The others had tried the same late, but player “wrecking crews” had sneaked into the Black Dragon Legion camp to sabotage, barely luring them to the outskirts.
They didn’t realize dragging them deeper to force NPC intervention and scavenging the scraps was more profitable than stalling like this.
Thanks to that, opportunity knocked for Rokan too.
“First, I need to peel off Chrono and the High Masters…”
Past level 300, no level downs, so they could fight and die gleefully.
Stash key items, swap disposable gear, and charge—they’d whittle numbers down and draw in the vultures.
But Chrono and High Masters intervening would ruin that.
Rokan’s face was known; smash a few Crimson Cross Legion waves, and they’d zero in on him—they weren’t idiots.
He might end up dying without doing shit. Not ideal.
Needed another way.
“Gotta use those guys again?”
Faces popped into Rokan’s pondering mind.
Ones who could stall High and Grand Masters. Who’d survive provoking them.
Mitty and Hamel.
Polish them a bit, and they’d be usable. He’d friended them last time, so as long as they were logged in, he could summon anytime.
“The problem’s that one.”
But it wasn’t enough. If Chrono and the rest High Masters poured power, those two wouldn’t last a minute.
Needed one more helper.
“Infinite Necromancer.”
The figure from his past life dubbed Infinite Necromancer. Infamous for massive undead hordes and stacking curses on foes. Had to find that Necromancer.
Problem: no clue where he was now.
Checked homepages etc., but he hadn’t made a name yet—no info anywhere.
Maybe he hadn’t reached the central continent or awakened his signature style.
‘What to do…’
After a moment’s thought, Rokan decided to move.
He’d crushed this foe before, so he had plenty of intel. Recalled and pieced it together to narrow locations.
“Yeah, a guy like that… yeah, there is one. But here’s the thing…”
Stab.
Before the guy could finish trailing off, Rokan shoved coins at him. Paid so generously he couldn’t think twice, and he spilled.
“Ahem, no need to go that far… Head to the scrapyard village over there.”
Partly spooked by the madness wafting off Rokan.
The location was unexpected. Scrapyard Village: barely any living creatures, mostly wrecked machine monsters.
Ill-suited for a Necromancer reviving dead monsters.
But Rokan nodded. It fit the guy.
So he hurried to Scrapyard Village.
Good news: 250-260 level hunting ground. Hadn’t made a name, but levels weren’t lacking.
“Found him.”
After 30 minutes scouring Scrapyard Village, Rokan spotted his target.
Infinite Necromancer and blacksmith Dwarf player, Polten.
But his combat style wasn’t what Rokan remembered.
“Regenerate!”
Whoosh. Crackle.
The moment power flowed from Polten’s hand, a Skeleton Knight smashed by machine monsters revived.
Reformed from bone shards, it regained strength and arms, lunging at foes with deathly frenzy.
Not quantity-focused, but elite undead armored heavily with blacksmith skills.
Heavily utilized the special skill ‘Regenerate,’ exclusive to Skeleton summons—opposite of what Rokan sought.
But Rokan didn’t despair or quit.
The style shift happened after some trigger, and Rokan could provide it.
Right now.
[Rokan: Can you come now?]
Before Polten’s fight ended, Rokan messaged Hamel and Mitty. Game addicts like him, online of course. They replied they’d fly over, and Rokan appeared before Polten.