Chapter 273
Chapter 273
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 273
Chapter Title: Heavenly God's Arrangement (2)
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# 273
‘If the Heavenly God pops out, what then? Heh heh!’
A silly grin spread across Rokan’s lips as he recalled the possibilities of the Heavenly God’s Starlight Gauntlet.
Just as the Lion King’s sacred gear unleashed the power of the Golden Lion, couldn’t the Heavenly God’s gear wield the Heavenly God’s own power?
It wasn’t some wildly fanciful tale, which made Rokan’s body tingle with excitement. He itched to try it out right away.
Paat.
After waiting a moment, his body automatically crossed through space. The space prepared by the Heavenly God had fulfilled its purpose and vanished.
The place where Rokan reappeared was the summit of Holy Mountain.
However, the atmosphere there upon his return was anything but normal.
“Unicorn?”
Hiiing….
The unicorn, unable to travel with him through the space transfer, was drenched in blood. It was both the enemies’ and its own, and its condition was far from good.
While Rokan had been gone, greedy monsters had set their sights on the now-masterless mountain and come charging in.
Of course, the unicorn hadn’t become the mountain’s master, but with the Holy Wolf pack that had kept them in check gone, it seemed the other level 400 monsters had started squabbling among themselves.
And in the midst of that, they had targeted the unicorn, which looked gentle and had wandered in from outside.
Perhaps they were after the blood, flesh, or horn of the divine beast known as the unicorn.
“You bastards!”
Rokan’s eyes blazed with fury in an instant.
Daring to target what belonged to him?
Rokan leaped right into their midst, unleashing his power.
“Storm Incarnation, Legend Rider!”
He didn’t forget to buff the unicorn as well.
The situation made it hard to fight while riding it, but sending it back in this state when it looked so resentful wasn’t an option.
He granted it more than enough power to rampage freely, then drew out his own strength.
“Soul Awakening!”
He even summoned the greatest power he had in mind.
Pajijik!
[User's level is too low to awaken the Heavenly God’s Starlight Gauntlet’s soul.]
“Damn it.”
But things didn’t go exactly as planned. The Soul Awakening he had activated full of anticipation failed to trigger.
Judging by the system message, it seemed he needed to be at least Grand Master level.
With no choice, he reluctantly awakened a different power first.
“Soul Awakening.”
The power of the Golden Lion. The monsters shuddered at the sight of that golden brilliance, but none backed down.
“Steps of Valor, Peerless Body!”
But that was precisely what he wanted.
With every step Rokan took, unprecedented might surged through him. Sensing something ominous, the monsters charged in a coordinated assault—only for a massive battle axe to come crashing down upon them.
“Kuh!”
Kwaak!
But they were level 400 powerhouses, after all.
He could take them easily one-on-one, but under their group attack, he had no choice but to allow some hits.
Biting, clawing, smashing.
His health plummeted in an instant.
Yet Rokan’s expression remained utterly relaxed.
‘20%, 15%, 12%……!’
No—he was deliberately letting the attacks land. With his immortality effect active, he ignored defense entirely to thoroughly dismantle them one by one.
All the while, he kept a steady eye on his health.
[All stats increased by 100% due to the Unyielding Will title effect.]
‘Perfect.’
The moment his health dropped below 10%, he unleashed a completely different kind of movement.
Kyung?
He hadn’t been pushed back by them so far. He wasn’t overwhelming them, but he held the clear advantage.
And now, in that situation, all his stats doubled?
There was no longer any need to take hits. Allowing attacks had become a joke.
Rokan’s body flickered away like a phantom, reappearing behind a charging one-horned beast.
“Strike of Ruin!”
Ppak!
He smashed the horn—its source of power—with his fist, then drove the battle axe into the writhing monster’s back.
Thick hide? What thick hide? Defense was meaningless before his overwhelming strength. Tendons severed and spine shattered in a single blow.
More mace than axe, the strike pulverized its body and snuffed out its life.
“Heh heh heh, keep coming!”
Now a true monster himself, Rokan devoured every last beast vying for the mountain’s throne.
Hihhing!
The unicorn joined in excitedly, tormenting them as well.
Slow compared to Rokan, but it steadily impaled them one by one with its horn, exacting full revenge for what it had endured.
[Level up.]
[Level up.]
After slaughtering all the hyena-like monsters that had gathered, his level rose by two.
Perhaps because they were only just entering the level 400 range, or because Rokan’s own level was approaching Grand Master at 400—despite massacring nearly ten of them, two levels was all he gained.
That made him level 387 now. Just twelve more levels until he could challenge the Grand Master promotion quest.
[Blood Slaughter Lv 4 has become Blood Slaughter Lv 5.]
[Blood Blessing effect added.]
“Oh?”
And there was another reward. Blood Slaughter, which gained proficiency every time he was drenched in blood, had reached level 5. With it came the Blood Blessing effect he had been waiting for.
A special effect that restored some health each time he was covered in blood—the richer the life force in the opponent’s blood, the more health he absorbed.
“Nice.”
In his previous life, he had acquired it earlier, but hunting only the strongest foes had delayed it relative to his level.
Still, confirming it had the same effect put his mind at ease.
Now he could finally unleash a berserker’s true power.
“For now, time to head down.”
After collecting the loot and healing the unicorn’s wounds, Rokan slowly descended Holy Mountain. With all potential threats hunted down, there was no need to wait out Storm Incarnation’s cooldown.
Worst case, he could just pop Berserk and smash them.
Once off the mountain, he set his direction and traveled for a good while until the silhouette of a city came into view in the distance.
[You have entered Seraholm.]
The second city he encountered in Heaven.
Since he had come this far, building an alibi in a new town seemed like a pretty good choice instead of heading back to the Heaven entrance.
“Hmm, need to resupply first.”
For a non-celestial with no wings to appear outside the Heaven entrance was quite the spectacle, but Rokan drew less attention than expected. It wasn’t entirely unheard of.
Being human was unusual, sure, but there was no reason to restrict him, so he was free to roam the city as he pleased.
His first stop in Seraholm was, naturally, the general store.
He needed to restock the consumables he had used up—who knew when trouble might strike.
“Huh?”
And there, Rokan spotted an unexpected item.
[Celestial Rune: 10,000,000 coins]
The general store was selling Celestial Runes.
It was a whopping 10 million coins, but Rokan had that much to spare.
“Hmm, five of them make a Rune Book, right?”
That came to 50 million coins in total. And there was a separate crafting fee, so he was a bit short if counting coins alone.
“Guess I’ll buy just one for now?”
[Insufficient fame to purchase.]
“Tch.”
He filled the cart with potions and a Celestial Rune, then hit purchase—only for an unexpected message to pop up.
Insufficient fame to buy it.
Potions were fine anywhere, even neutral zones, but apparently Celestial Runes required fame.
“Ah, right, that was a thing.”
Should he give up? As disappointment flickered across his face, an idea struck him.
He bought just the potions for now, then headed to the bulletin board in the city square.
[Wanted: Haroyan completed.]
[Wanted: Limiten completed.]
[Wanted: Crosoodon completed…….]
He slapped his hand on every wanted poster in sight, completing a bunch of bounty quests.
It seemed quite a few of the monsters he had taken down on the way here had bounties on them.
Massive experience, massive fame, massive coins.
He had no idea exactly how much fame was needed to buy a Celestial Rune, but this should be plenty. It was fame earned from hunting Grand Master-level monsters, after all.
Regaining his confidence, Rokan headed out immediately.
Not the general store. Even if fame was met, he didn’t have enough coins to craft the Rune Book in his current state.
“Welcome! This is the money exchange!”
So he went to the exchanger instead. The place that converted ground gold to coins at a set rate.
There, Rokan exchanged every bit of gold in his inventory—save the bare minimum—into coins.
[Acquired 153,874,524 coins.]
Over 150 million coins. The result of exchanging about 23,000 gold from the ground.
And that was just what he had on hand in his inventory. If he went back to collect from the ground, he could get a truly astronomical amount.
But that was for later. For now, Rokan pocketed the coins and rushed back to the general store.
“Nine Celestial Runes.”
The moment he arrived, he bought Celestial Runes right away. Not five, but nine! Adding the one he bought earlier made ten in total.
The reason was simple. Five Celestial Runes were just to make the Celestial Rune Book—but the book itself couldn’t do anything without additional runes inserted into it.
One Celestial Rune per location.
Memorize the location, and it could handle 20 teleports before the rune broke. With the book, that became 50 uses per slot, and the rune wouldn’t break.
After 50 uses? Slot in a new Celestial Rune at that location to recharge it to 50.
50 teleports for 10 million coins. What a ripoff—but what could he do? The desperate one digs the well.
“I’d like to craft a Celestial Rune Book.”
“20 million coins.”
After buying the Celestial Runes, he asked the store owner, who crafted the Celestial Rune Book on the spot.
The fee was a steep 20 million coins, but he still had over 40 million left, so it was fine. Once he got more comfortable in Heaven, he planned to hitch a rainbow teleport back to the ground for a quick run.
[Acquired Celestial Rune Book.]
With the Celestial Rune Book in hand, Rokan immediately saved this location—Seraholm. So he could rampage freely without worry.
And after that? He finally had some breathing room. He still needed to hunt one more divine beast, but even Droxshy hadn’t known much about it, right?
He figured he’d gather some info, do some gear shopping, and if worst came to worst, ring the Golden Bell at a tavern for a hint.
And so Rokan splurged for once, wandering Seraholm and replacing a few pieces of gear.
Not that there were many slots open for upgrades thanks to the Lion King’s sacred gear.
“Search every inch!”
“……?”
And finally, as he moved to gather info on divine beasts, a commotion erupted in the city.
Under someone’s command, celestials moved with perfect coordination, pulling out magic parchments and comparing the portraits drawn inside to every passerby’s face.
“That’s……?”
Rokan caught sight of who seemed to be their leader, and a foreboding thought flashed through his mind.
He had as much trouble telling celestials apart as others did with different races, but that face felt oddly familiar.
‘Damn it, some family member of that bastard’s?’
The man’s face was identical to Mitael’s—like twins.