Chapter 28
Chapter 28
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: Second Job Change (1)
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“Argh!”
“You coward bastard!”
The number of summoned guards matched the number of PKers exactly. But their levels were on another plane entirely. The guards in the early cities were level 99. Unless it was Rokan, these guys who were barely around level 50 couldn’t even dream of escaping.
In an instant, their bodies were pierced, their health bars depleted, and the initial bravado vanished. They writhed desperately just to survive, collapsing into pitiful heaps one after another.
“I’ll put these to good use.”
Heh!
Stepping over their corpses, Rokan scooped up the items floating above them. Items dropped from PKers killed by guards could be claimed by anyone, but the onlookers had been cowed by the PKers’ momentum and kept their distance. As a result, all the drops ended up in Rokan’s hands.
“……What the hell was that?”
“Did it have a feature like that?”
But the spectators weren’t entirely without gains. They’d learned that using the shout mode—previously only for business—to summon guards made it easy to deal with PKers in the city. From now on, the players would self-regulate.
At first, the PKers might try retaliating in the fields, but with so many regular players around, and guards responding even to hidden shouts, it was the same deal. Besides, the PKers wouldn’t just let players go if they met in the fields without summoning guards.
On top of that, seeing Rokan make a tidy profit, everyone would start trying it themselves now.
“You idiots, did you really think PKing in the city came with no penalties?”
Meanwhile, Rokan trampled over their corpses without a care and moved on, clicking his tongue at their complacency and pathetic showing.
If the only penalty for entering a village was that minor, and you could even sneak in through back alleys, who wouldn’t PK?
Of course, once levels rose, brushing off a guard or two and escaping wouldn’t be hard. But it would still be a huge hassle. That’s why there were separate criminal villages.
Thanks to this, resupplying in villages would get trickier for them, but it wouldn’t be a decisive blow. The MP Guild had their backs.
“It’s not a huge hit, sure, but it’ll still piss them off plenty, heh.”
Regular players could buy consumables and deliver them right to the PKers’ spots, solving resupply easily enough. But the annoyance and hassle? Unavoidable. That was enough.
“Made some cash out of it, too.”
Rokan, who’d earned some extra income thanks to them, headed straight for the auction house.
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Arriving at the auction house, Rokan listed all the items dropped by Blood Chaser at subtly tantalizing prices. Expensive, sure, but tempting enough to impulse-buy despite the cost.
For Rokan, even if they went unsold and he just lost the fees, it wouldn’t hurt much. So he priced them high to rub it in.
“Come on, buy ‘em up.”
Of course, they might buy the gear back, rebuild their forces, and come after him again.
But Rokan hoped they would. He could make easy money off them again.
“Log into the homepage.”
After a while, he finished registering the auctions.
Now it was time to offload the ‘real estate.’ Guilds were finally catching on to the housing system and scouting houses for guild halls, so it was time to drop some bait.
-Lionheart: Lionheart, owner of a two-story house in Moonglow, recruiting guildmates.
-Mowgli: Jungle Book Guild recruiting. Own a 3-room house in Kerres!
Skimming the boards, competition was fierce in other starter cities to snag decent houses. Owning a guild house was becoming a measure of a guild’s strength.
Nearly every guild advancing into secondaries was posting aggressively, but Kton remained quiet.
-Wind God: Wind Country Guild in Kton region recruiting! Lv40 min. No class restrictions.
└Rillot: No guild house?
└Wind God: Wind Country Guild already has 20 members, and we’re only recruiting those with single rooms……
Posts like that existed. Creating a guild cost 50 gold—over 10 million won in cash terms—a massive investment. But people always wanted to join the best guilds possible.
From the guild creators’ perspective, after sinking that cash, they were begging for members, but responses were lukewarm. ‘Other cities have guilds with awesome guild houses at my level……’ That kind of thinking stopped them cold.
“Looks like they’re starting to get heated up.”
That said, offering a single-room place—something even individuals could buy—as a guild house looked shabby. For small or mid-tier guilds, maybe, but most wanted to subtly snag high-end properties from owners without cheapening their image.
They might give up if it took too long, but the guild and housing systems had updated less than a day ago.
“This should do it.”
Rokan’s post on the trading board was simple: He owned multiple properties like 3-room houses and two-stories, auctioning ownership rights to guilds. Ownership would be long-term lease, of course.
Others might dismiss it as nonsense from a scammer, but Rokan was firm. Once one guild bid and the transfer confirmed, things would change.
“Huh?”
The response was beyond expectations. While checking a few other posts after uploading, his inbox lit up with messages.
It started after his secret dungeon trade post marked as completed, and skeleton warrior gear flooded the market.
Trust in Rokan’s ID meant even wild claims drew interest. Gamers—especially Korean grinders—never batted an eye at impossibilities turning real.
“Heh, this is getting fun.”
Amusingly, messages came from MP Guild and Blood Chaser members too. They used different IDs on the homepage, so no recognition.
“Okay, this is plenty.”
Confirming around 30 messages including minor personal inquiries, Rokan posted again: No replies to messages. Deals only at the time and place specified earlier. Persistent guilds would be blacklisted.
Messages slowed to a trickle—only personal ones. The sharp ones were saving up cash instead.
“Already looking forward to tomorrow.”
Auction set for a day later. To complicate their thoughts and give max time to scrape funds.
Shortening it risked price-fixing collusion.
‘As if.’
Rokan was certain it wouldn’t happen. Late-game with solidified powers, maybe, but this was the ultra-early game.
At this critical juncture of who surges ahead first, why collude for anyone’s benefit? They’d probe funds proposing it, but trust and loyalty till the end? No way.
Knowing guilds’ greed better than anyone, Rokan headed lightly to his next stop.
The job guild.
“Finally, second job change time.”
Hundreds in the city had likely finished theirs already. He’d spent the first month in Pocket City, then shown insane leveling, but overall, it wasn’t early.
Still, no clear info on second jobs? There was a reason.
“Users get screwed over like pros, as always.”
Second jobs at 50 weren’t extensions of the first. A swordsman could get swordsman again—or mage, archer, priest, anything.
Add hidden jobs from reaching spots or actions after certain jobs, and the varieties exploded.
“What good’s variety without info?”
The issue: Regret either way.
Strengthen your class, envy flashy multi-skill users. Go hybrid, covet efficient single-class power due to low skill proficiencies and mana.
Daddy or mommy dilemma—unsolved even years later. But Rokan knew the answer.
“In the end, it’s all ‘control.’”
Whichever, player skill makes or breaks it. Hailed combos flop with trash users; trashed ones shine with godlike control.
Like Rokan himself.
So he flung open the job guild doors without hesitation.
[Berserker Guild]
Creeeak!
The Berserker Guild sign, gleaming red, looked rundown even in Trinsic. Berserkers were inevitably shunned.
“Anyone here?”
“Mm? What’s up? An attack?”
An NPC jolted awake, the empty place speaking for itself. But Rokan casually kicked the reception desk to draw his gaze, unfazed.
“I want to job change.”
“Mm, job change? It’s too early to give up on life……”
“Cut the crap and give me the forms. Second job change.”
Shaking off the receptionist genuinely worried for him, Rokan growled low. The man’s eyes sharpened.
“You’re serious, eh?”
A quick scan confirmed Rokan already had Berserker—and was choosing it again for second.
So he warned once more. Strengthening your class had strengths, but equal weaknesses.
“Think it over. No take-backs. Dupe classes boost skills and stats, but no variety. Synergies suffer.”
But Rokan was resolute.
“Just hand over the forms.”
He could turn even that flaw into a strength.