Chapter 26
Chapter 26
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: PKK (Player Killer Killer) (1)
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Illuminated by memories of his past life, Rokan's single remark threw them into confusion.
“Who the hell is that?”
“Wasn’t he one of the guys we killed before?”
“I dunno, but I heard he entered Trinsic just a few days ago…”
“Must’ve crawled back to Kton after getting wrecked. Ah, those gatekeeper bastards are such idiots. How the hell did they let a punk like this fleece them?”
If Rokan knew who they were, there was only one reason. He had to be one of the guys they’d killed before.
That realization bred complacency in them.
Whiiish!
“Dodge!”
In that moment, a hand axe flew toward one of them. Rokan had taken the initiative and charged.
‘PK scum don’t deserve words.’
“Urk!”
As Rokan rushed in, another hand axe hurtled toward them. The first one, aimed at the torso, had been mere bait.
Having gauged the guy’s reaction speed and direction, Rokan slammed the second axe straight into his head.
“Insane!”
Thanks to that, one of them took near-fatal damage. With a Throwing skill, he might’ve even secured the kill, but in this situation, it was the best he could do.
“Protect the archers and priest!”
The fallen one was one of their rare archers.
The standard tactic was to target the healer first, but Rokan, confident in dealing damage that outstripped any heals, found the archer far more troublesome right now.
‘Four melee, two archers, one priest.’
Rokan’s eyes sharpened as he charged. Now it was four melee types, one archer, and one priest left.
He wanted to finish off the near-dead archer, but two shield users stood firmly in his way.
“You bastard!”
“Kill him!”
Meanwhile, the other two flanked him from both sides, attacking Rokan.
Their weapons were a spear and a sword. A cunning choice. Early on, when players weren’t yet adept with weapons, reach differences were hard to overcome.
‘They’re not without skill.’
But that was the extent of his praise. Rokan wasn’t some novice; he didn’t flinch or panic at their reach.
“Huh?”
Ordinary slashes and thrusts.
He effortlessly twisted his body to dodge the yawn-inducingly slow attacks, then drove a heavy blow into the wide-open opponent.
“Gah!”
The sword user, who had charged in with such momentum, crumpled first. Not just crumpled—he collapsed with his chest split open, falling flat on his ass.
“Dash!”
Next up was the spearman. He recoiled in surprise, but Rokan was faster, closing into his guard.
“Hk!”
No need for Strike. A single ordinary axe swing. It shaved off about half the guy’s health.
Spearmen prioritized agility and, trusting their numbers, hadn’t invested in stamina—they were paying the price now.
“Hey, you idiots!”
Twang!
The archer’s support shot came late. The first one hit was still out of it, but the other, hiding behind the shield warriors, targeted Rokan.
Pointless. Their levels were double his, but Rokan’s stats were far superior.
Thud!
“…”
Rokan casually snatched the incoming arrow. Impossible without overwhelming stats, combat sense, and dynamic vision—but he did it like it was nothing.
“That makes no sense…”
“He’s hacking!”
The PKs collectively gasped. They even suspected a hack program. Reporting it would just yield “no anomalies,” but right now, they had no other explanation.
In the meantime, Rokan finished off the spearman.
“Heal! Lesser Shield!”
The swordsman, however, recovered. He staggered to his feet, receiving the priest’s heal and defensive spell.
“Idiots.”
But Rokan didn’t target him next.
He leaped at the knights holding their shields firm, swinging his axe at the shields as if it were no big deal.
With a blow empowered by 110% strength and agility!
“Strike!”
“Urgh!”
Even the tanks’ strength couldn’t hold Rokan back. Without Berserk, one axe swing shattered their defense, exposing the two hidden archers.
“Where ya going!”
They panicked and tried to evade, but no chance.
Ignoring the broken formation, Rokan swiftly swung his axe, cutting them down. One hit each.
The one who hadn’t been attacked yet took a critical and died instantly.
[You have leveled up.]
He even gained another level. PKs counted as monsters for normal players, so these high-level ones were prime EXP sources.
“You hacking dog bastard!”
“Fuck this shitty game!”
The enraged swordsman and tanks swung wildly as they charged late, but couldn’t touch a hair on Rokan.
To the end, they died believing Rokan was hacking—even though he hadn’t used Berserk.
After dispatching the priest last, the area turned into an item field. Items dropped by the dead PKs floated up.
“Oh ho, not bad this time either.”
Rokan happily looted them. Fitting for the crew that had terrorized the area, their gear was top-tier. Minimum Superior grade, some even Magic items—upper echelon for players.
“Already taken out a bunch.”
In his past life, when he’d encountered them, they’d made hunting impossible for nearby players. That backlash led normal players to unite against them, eventually disbanding the group.
Back then, low-level Rokan had died to them repeatedly, got pissed, and joined the fray.
“Come to think of it, it was MP Guild that led the normals.”
MP Guild had stepped up as the core. True to their “Manner Players” name, they championed justice, sacrificing for the cause.
Even with guilds as strong or stronger, most ignored it to avoid hindering their growth or taking losses. Pretty impressive in hindsight.
That event had rocketed MP Guild’s growth and fame.
“But this time’s different.”
MP Guild was broke now—no way they’d step up in time. If these guys kept targeting him, he’d smash them properly.
“Come on, then.”
Hunting while wary of PK ambushes was exhausting, but Rokan welcomed it.
The items from them were tempting, but titles from killing multiple PKs were even better.
“Might as well grab the PKK (Player Killer Killer) title while I’m at it.”
So Rokan waited right there, hoping they’d return. They were infamous for obsessing over marked targets—he was sure they wouldn’t let him go.
“They’re here.”
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Soon enough, they did return. Revenge or loot recovery—who cared? They’d all die by his hand.
“Dash!”
Rokan lightly hefted his battle axe and charged.
“You little…”
Bam!
Over ten this time. But they fell into chaos upon arrival. Rokan had dashed right into their spawn point as the effect appeared.
He smashed one’s skull before they could even stance up.
[You have leveled up.]
Another level up! At just level 38, killing them netted plenty of EXP.
“Fuck!”
“This game sucks!”
“He’s level 35, right?!”
Grasping the situation after their comrade’s death, the PKs scattered. Realizing melee wouldn’t work against Rokan, they’d brought tons of ranged—archers and mages.
The slow priests and mages barely acted before becoming Rokan’s meals.
[You have leveled up.]
The few melee tried clinging to him, but Rokan wouldn’t play along.
Knowing they were defensive classes meant to tank his attacks, he shoved past melee, picking off mages and priests.
Another level in the process, and their formation crumbled further. Melee blocking sight kept even the distanced archers from firing properly.
‘These chumps think flying or crawling helps!’
Rokan, however, was right at home in this chaos.
15 vs 1, now 9 vs 1—and he dominated.
“Guide Shot!”
Deliberately sparing melee, the enemies started thinking. Lacking confidence to hit him, they unleashed homing skills.
Pew pew pew!
Low power, not-insignificant cooldown, but seven archers loosing at once was no joke.
‘Not total scrubs, huh?’
Clang clang clang!
Rokan gripped his axe shaft wide, deflecting them all with near-miraculous movement.
Guide Shot boasted 100% hit rate via homing, but hits didn’t always mean damage.
He already knew the blind spot: mere contact counted as a hit.
“How’d he block that?”
“Fuck, total hack.”
The clueless archers gnashed teeth, kiting back and wheeling.
Frustrating as hell, but they stuck to basics: use agility to deny distance.
“Multi Shot!”
Seven archers unleashing bursts at once—Rokan couldn’t block everything.
He desperately guarded vitals with his battle axe when something odd happened.
Clang!
“…”
An arrow hit his body but bounced off instead of penetrating. Not just one. It was like his skin was steel—all their sloppy shots ricocheted.
‘Ah!’
Rokan finally realized why.
The Lion King’s Sealed Helmet.
Its insane defense, impossible at this stage, outstripped their attack power.
‘Total cheat item.’
The helmet’s defense was 530. All his other gear combined was under 150.
That let him ignore most attacks or take minimal health loss. Item defense totaled up, reinforcing the skin.
“What the hell is that guy?”
“Why aren’t the arrows sticking?”
“Invincibility hack already out?”
Realizing instantly, Rokan charged them with a wicked grin, continuing the slaughter.