Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Historic Tutorial (1)
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The tutorial video wasn’t anything special. The light signifying Rokan seemed to drop to the very bottom of the tree, and he appeared collapsed in the mountains. Then someone discovered him and brought him to the village.
With the benefactor’s help, Rokan recovered his strength, but having nothing else to offer, he repaid the favor by helping out with the village’s minor chores.
Up to this point, it was just from a spectator’s perspective.
‘Good. It’s not too complicated.’
Most people would skim past it indifferently, but Rokan stayed focused throughout the video. He made a point to memorize the village’s layout and geography.
And soon, the village began to burn.
A horde of goblins was raiding the village.
‘It’s starting.’
The burning slash-and-burn village.
His benefactor Mark, who had taken wounds in his place to protect him from the monsters.
And the goblins slowly closing in from all sides.
Incredibly, this was the first moment when control of the character was handed over to the player.
“Rokan, you at least run away!”
As soon as he could move, the NPCs launched into their lifelike acting. This was the part that tripped up so many players.
Would he run away as instructed, or stand and fight the goblins?
Trusting the word “tutorial,” about 98% of players chose to fight the goblins—and quickly regretted it. A level 1 human was as weak as a child.
Goblins weren’t much stronger physically, but these were people experiencing “combat”—killing and dying—for the first time. There was no way they could take down even one, let alone a group.
And at the start, they were bare-handed.
Even someone trained in martial arts in real life might manage one or two, but death meant it was all over. They’d have to restart the tutorial from the beginning.
That’s why the correct answer was to run for your life, just as he said.
‘Running is the answer, normally.’
But even then, taking the wrong path could get you caught and killed by goblins. The sharp ones might grab evidence of the goblin attack for extra rewards.
Depending on how many restarts it took or the method of completion, the tutorial video’s rewards varied.
It wasn’t surprising that the efficient escape route was considered the gospel of tutorial strategies.
……Until one pioneer appeared.
‘Tolkin…….’
That player used astonishing combat prowess, wits, and sheer luck to confront the goblins and achieve several feats.
He didn’t wipe them all out, but he killed most and saved his benefactor Mark. And he earned substantial success rewards.
From there, he rocketed through growth. It proved he had innate combat sense.
He grew fast, got scouted by a top guild with generous support, and eventually became one of The Lord’s representative gamers.
In the end, he became a key figure in the faction opposing Rokan.
‘I can’t let that bastard get the same thing again.’
His fame partly came from publicizing his tutorial strategy.
Not everyone could replicate it even knowing it, but as more succeeded similarly after seeing it, his skills gained recognition.
‘Thanks, Tolkin, you prick.’
Rokan already knew that strategy.
But he’d never experienced it himself. Confident in his gaming skills, he’d blindly skipped the tutorial video. In most games, every second of the main game mattered more than tutorials.
“What are you doing? Hurry!”
Mark, unaware, yelled again when Rokan didn’t move, urging him on.
“Mark, hide here. I’ll come back and save you soon.”
Instead of fleeing, Rokan hid the injured Mark in a spot.
According to the guide, moving the severely wounded man elsewhere had a high chance of detection and death. And his death tanked the completion rate.
But hiding him here would buy at least 30 minutes.
That was decent time. Escaping the village within it meant Mark’s death wouldn’t affect the completion rate, securing minimal rewards.
Having convinced and hidden Mark, Rokan immediately started running.
‘30 minutes from now…… First, I need a weapon.’
But he wasn’t heading the way Mark indicated. He was running toward the “weapon shop” he’d glimpsed earlier in the peaceful village scenes.
Without a weapon in his low stats and skill-less state, even the King of Violence couldn’t handle goblins.
‘Ownership isn’t an issue.’
No need for purchase costs.
In normal times, maybe, but the village was now a lawless zone. He could use anything without consent. Most villagers were dead, nullifying ownership.
They’d all vanish at tutorial’s end anyway, but what mattered was using them now.
‘Just a bit more, just a bit!’
Rokan was prepared to die here a few times. Even the same tutorial varied slightly in village layout and goblin paths each time.
That fueled complaints about its difficulty, leading to a patch that standardized terrain and paths while nerfing rewards. Rokan aimed to perfectly clear it before then.
‘As expected.’
Even meeting one risked death, but the numerically superior predators stuck to main roads as predicted.
With the village nearly conquered, their guard was down.
From alley to alley…… squeezing every memory, he reached the weapon shop—door smashed, flames just starting to spread.
‘2 minutes to here.’
Rokan had been timing since hiding Mark.
Time was the key to passing.
But a variable appeared.
‘Damn it, of all things…….’
Two goblins lurking near the shop.
Entry would be tough like this.
No matter Rokan’s experience and combat sense, a level 1 bare-handed against armed goblins? Impossible.
Time ticked as he hesitated.
10 seconds, 30 seconds, 1 minute.
Patient waiting yielded nothing. The goblins chit-chatted like they were joking around.
Give up? Check elsewhere? No, that wouldn’t make time.
Thoughts raced.
Rokan stared intently into the distance.
His gaze fixed on the shop interior. The broken door let spreading flames light it up.
‘I’ll do it.’
Steel resolved, Rokan moved stealthily.
Slowly, but not too slow.
Confirming their vision, he lunged like lightning.
Whish! Thwack!
“Keeek!”
He smashed the back of a turning goblin’s head with a picked-up stone. The full hip twist buckled it.
“Kkaekkeak!”
Stones were easily ignored, but ignoring durability, they rivaled beginner weapons early on.
‘Not enough.’
Critical hit, but not instant kill. Blood coated the stone from the bare skull, but it just clutched its head, alive.
Fine. It was just for time anyway.
“Kio!”
Instead of follow-ups, Rokan charged the other goblin.
Flinch.
It flinched at Rokan’s raised right hand, glancing up. Attack should’ve come by now.
Splash!
Then, sand from Rokan’s left hand flew. Off-beat timing attack!
No damage, but blinded, it rubbed eyes and retreated.
Rokan seized the gap, dashing past into the shop.
“Got it!”
He grabbed his marked weapon.
[Strength stat too low. Weapon use restricted.]
[Attack speed -20%.]
[Attack power -30%.]
[Stamina cost +50%.]
“Tch.”
Basic strength penalties, but irrelevant. Not using it now.
Rokan tossed it into inventory and lunged for the next.
“Kkrit! Kkik!”
Furious goblins burst in, daggers and ill-fitting leather armor clanking as they charged.
Whish! Thunk!
But a small hand axe met them. Sharp blade pierced forehead dead-on.
Without skill, thrown weapons might just bonk, but Rokan could do this blindfolded. It was his favored sidearm.
“Now it’s just us two.”
Sreeek……
Rokan flashed a wicked grin at the survivor.
“Kkit!”
But the goblin didn’t yield. Knowing the human’s danger, yet having slaughtered most villagers, it roared bravely and charged.
Moments later, they lay cold corpses, foreheads split wide.
“Ptooey. Weak punk acting tough.”
Rokan stepped on the body, retrieved the axe, and exited.
No level up. Normally at least 1, but tutorials blocked EXP.
[Outstanding feat! Defeated stronger foe.]
[Acquired title ‘Born Fighter.’]
[Born Fighter][Normal]
You defeated foes 3+ levels stronger. You can proudly claim combat talent.
[Effects]
-Strength +1
Instead, it counted as a feat, granting a title.
Faintly, his strength grew. This was The Lord’s signature “title effect.”
The “feat system” that made Rokan the King of Violence and forged countless superhumans.
Special actions or near-impossible feats accumulated to boost stats or grant unique effects.
Just grinding same-level monsters couldn’t reach the top—you could even lose to weaker foes.
But chain insane feats, and even late-starters, small groups, or solos could claim supremacy.
Those ten who walked that path were called Royal Loaders.
The closest to The Lord, striding toward it.
In his past life (he called his previous existence that, though unsure if he’d died and returned), Rokan had been one.
He’d reigned as a feared king with his title. Naturally, other Royal Loaders had achieved “unbelievable” feats aplenty.
He’d eventually realized his weakness, that his name was all show.
But this time was different. He knew the path to unmatched strength, to true King of Violence.
This was just the beginning.