Chapter 194
Chapter 194
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 194
Chapter Title: Ten Thousand Slayer (5)
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Now, only 100 kills remained until the goal.
Kagagakang!
“Stop him!”
At that moment, Etchi, unable to bear it any longer, stepped in to block Rokan.
Though he had already exhausted his master skills, as a high master of the dwarf race—renowned for their innate warrior physiques—he used a simple creation skill to block the Wheel Wind.
“Krgh! Chains of Annihilation!”
“No!”
But Rokan neither faltered nor gave up. He spun his body in the opposite direction, swiftly retrieving the chains before unleashing a chain storm in the other direction.
What mattered now was not stopping, but racking up kills. Dealing with or defeating a high master was irrelevant.
“Gah...!”
Thanks to that, the dwarf and users, unable to adapt to Rokan's sudden shift, fell lifelessly one after another.
*I’m in a state where I can’t distinguish friend from foe right now.*
It was a convenient excuse.
Thanks to his Unyielding Will, Rokan could distinguish allies even in such a state, but normally, entering Berserk would disable ally recognition.
They knew he had activated Berserk, so they might suspect, but confirmation would be hard.
Moreover, Rokan was now a marquess of the human race. Accusing him without evidence could escalate into an interspecies issue.
*Just die already!*
“Block him!”
“Subdue him! If not... kill him.”
But things didn’t go as planned. Etchi mobilized the masters and high masters, surrounding Rokan.
He even issued an order: if he resisted fiercely, killing him was permitted. As a visitor, one death wouldn’t matter much.
*This bullshit...!*
With only about ten kills left to the goal, it was a critical setback.
The fact that it was Berserk—a skill one step below Storm Incarnation—was a problem, and the plummeting orc numbers had nullified the title effects, another issue.
It was enough to drive Rokan mad.
Meanwhile, the last orcs were under attack. He had to make a decision.
*Wheek!*
No time for hesitation. Rokan immediately summoned his Celestial Bone Horse.
Calling Kai for aerial transport was an option, but the dwarves had anti-air capabilities, making it too risky.
“Rampaging Chariot!”
Instead, he enhanced the Celestial Bone Horse with Charge reinforcement.
Not as potent as his Red Hare, but imbued with powerful charging force, it plunged through the dwarf masters.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
“You won’t pass!”
The dwarf masters reacted instantly, swinging their weapons in staggered strikes to cleave the horse’s head.
Rokan’s Battle Axe from horseback was fierce, but they judged stopping the charge came first.
“Jump! Bombardment!”
But that was within Rokan’s calculations.
He twisted his body like a gymnast and leaped the moment they unleashed their attacks.
He hurled ten hand axes loaded with devastating power almost simultaneously, aiming for the backs of the dwarves who had blocked him.
“Urgh!”
Yet they were veteran warriors too. They rotated their log-like torsos flexibly, blocking the hand axes with raw strength.
“Digdog!”
Ta-at!
Rokan hadn’t targeted them from the start.
Though the axes had enough force to end lives, while they blocked the heavy barrage, he summoned Digdog and used its large, sturdy pincers as a foothold to leap again.
“Leap Attack!”
Whoosh. Kwang!
It was a human leap, yet it tore through the air.
Not content with Leap Attack, Rokan threw his Battle Axe with Throwing skill, then rode its momentum for even greater speed.
“Wheel Wind!”
Finally, he unleashed Wheel Wind with his last reserves, shredding every being in range into minced meat.
[Continuous 10,000 Kills Achieved!]
[Miraculous Feat! You have slain 10,000 beings in a single battle.]
[You may select a title: Ten Thousand Slayer / Hero]
At last, the awaited notification appeared. An achievement alert celebrating the 10,000-kill milestone!
But this time was different. Instead of assigning a predetermined title, it granted the achiever the right to choose.
*It’s here.*
Rokan knew both titles well. They were infamous even in his previous life.
He hadn’t obtained them himself due to stamina issues in prolonged fights, but many had.
*No need to agonize over this.*
He chose ‘Ten Thousand Slayer,’ the epic-grade title, as planned.
‘Hero’ tempted him, but for Rokan, Ten Thousand Slayer was more useful.
He rarely built guilds or led group battles in raids or wars, so the solo-specialized Ten Thousand Slayer outshone the group-oriented Hero.
[First][Ten Thousand Slayer][Epic]
Killing one makes you a murderer, but killing ten thousand makes you a hero. Your feat of slaying ten thousand in one battle merits recording in history.
[Held Effects]
- Murderer count not displayed
- Attack and defense increase up to 50% proportional to the number of beings maintaining combat state within range.
- Removes fear immunity from nearby beings.
- All stats +10% when facing a race you’ve slain at least once.
“Uhuhuhuhu!”
The options were so absurdly perfect, a hollow laugh was inevitable.
Each one was top-tier, rivaling unique-grade titles, all applied to Rokan.
“No... you...”
The moment he acquired it, Etchi’s reaction shifted.
He had branded Rokan a madman, intent on subduing or killing him, but now he merely maintained the encirclement—no aggressive attacks or threats.
*Murderer count erased... No more PK worries.*
Unconfirmed, but Rokan attributed it to Ten Thousand Slayer’s first perk.
Murderer count hidden meant killing same-faction or same-race allies wouldn’t mark him as a murderer. Zero PK penalties.
“Cancel. I surrender! Surrender!”
Confirming his crime score vanished, Rokan grinned and canceled Berserk. With combat over, no need to maintain it.
“...We’ll talk later. Regroup the entire army! 30-minute rest, then straight to assaulting Tchilraman Fortress!”
As Rokan raised both hands signaling no hostility, Etchi issued orders with a stern face.
Owing to Rokan’s status, he’d hear the full story before deciding, rather than acting rashly.
[Victory in the great battle against the orcs.]
[Tchilraman region orcs’ morale plummets.]
[Tchilraman region orcs’ stats reduced by 5% for a set duration.]
As they began their brief rest, the orc stat penalty triggered.
Losing a full-scale great battle—not a skirmish—with massive armies meant their morale was shattered; a mere 5% debuff was merciful.
But no room for complacency or arrogance.
The orcs had over 500,000 class experts available; reinforcements from even a fraction would complicate the fortress assault.
*But they can’t arrive in time.*
Even with reinforcements, arriving on schedule was impossible.
The battle hadn’t dragged on for days; immediate reinforcements would be at most 10,000 class expert users.
Their side, accounting for losses, still had nearly 50,000 survivors, and victory news would bring more.
Siege weapons were pledged for post-victory deployment anyway.
“Come quietly.”
“Of course.”
Thus, after a short but sufficient rest, Etchi ordered movement anew. Rokan, still in Berserk aftereffects, trudged among them like a captive.
Post-battle accounting would follow fortress capture, by agreement.
*Cover faults with merits, as always.*
He drew wary glares from allies en route, but Rokan wasn’t concerned. His final rampage paled against his contributions.
No master-grade losses meant no punishment at minimum.
*Plus the title effects.*
Combined with fame, status, and reputation, he might even get rewarded.
Besides, the battle wasn’t over.
[Berserk aftereffects ended.]
Rest turned to march; all Rokan’s penalties lifted.
Storm Incarnation cooldown lingered slightly, but Berserk was ready again.
“Prepare to fire!”
But Rokan found no opening to intervene.
Gauging distance, the dwarves assembled transported catapults beyond orc ranged attacks, completing them.
One issue remained.
Catapult power came from projectiles, but lugging massive boulders was impossible.
Heavy silence hung over the catapults as a dwarf stepped forward.
“Stone Edge!”
Boom!
The dwarf mage’s spell conjured a massive boulder midair.
Normally dropping summoned rocks to crush foes, here it supplied catapult ammo.
“Hyup!”
Waiting dwarves caught it with bulging muscles, placing it gently on the launch arm—lest it damage the machine.
*Magic truly is omnipotent.*
Rokan admired the improbable ingenuity, despite knowing the method.
A world where the unthinkable happened casually—that’s what made The Lord fun.
“Fire!”
Whoosh!
Etchi’s command sent the catapult arm slamming up.
It hurled boulders with full force at Tchilraman Fortress’s walls.
Kwaaang!
Fitting its name, one shot barely fazed it. The thick walls shook but held.
But what if repeated?
Dwarves kept summoning and firing rocks; orcs desperately defended, unleashing combo skills to intercept.
“I’ll be right back.”
“What—”
“I’ll speed things up.”
Then, bored Rokan rose, cracked his knuckles roughly, and prepared to crumble Tchilraman Fortress’s walls.