Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Bad Blood (1)
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Pshuk!
No one had expected Rokan to charge in so aggressively, so Blood Chaser failed to mount a proper defense. Rokan's control was exceptional, but the opponents Blood Chaser had faced were all experts who had made it to Trinsic in record time—and none of them had held out against even a quarter of this group's numbers, let alone this many.
That was why they were so confident, assuming Rokan would back down and compromise.
But their opponent was none other than Rokan.
The SSS-rank user by player metrics, the one called the King of Violence.
“Krraaaaaargh!”
A chilling roar erupted from his mouth, proving the glorious name he’d earned—not one that could be won by simply outnumbering someone.
“Ugh!”
Stats dropped, and some minds reeled. The gap in stats built through training and achievements, the effect of the Lion King's Sealed Helm, and the near-elimination of the level difference from wiping out the forest lizardman habitat had doubled War Cry's potency.
“Dash!”
Seizing the moment while everyone was stunned, Rokan swept away the nearest foes with ease.
“What the hell is this?”
“That lowbie bastard, right?”
“Appraise!”
They tried to react late, but three more were already dead.
“Crazy, he's level 50?”
“What bullshit? He was level 35 just a few days ago!”
“Fuck, is this for real?”
Someone used Appraise on Rokan, sparking another uproar. They realized he’d gained 15 levels in days and completed his second job change.
Meanwhile, Rokan rampaged through their ranks, massacring them.
“Shoot! Just shoot him!”
“Forget aiming—just smash him!”
With Rokan inducing chaos single-handedly through overwhelming stats, Blood Chaser was in trouble. Unlike last time, they hadn’t brought only ranged attackers; they had a solid number of melee fighters too, making aimed shots impossible.
Even guide shots hit allies before reaching Rokan, leaving the surrounding ranged attackers sucking their thumbs.
“Fireball!”
“Multi Shot!”
In this battle of over 100 against 1, Blood Chaser’s losses only mounted, forcing a decision. They’d sacrifice allies to damage Rokan, betting his attack power meant weak health and defense.
“Using your heads for once.”
It was certainly dangerous for Rokan.
He could shrug off arrows with his defense. Plus, the Man of 17 vs 1 title was active, boosting defense proportional to enemy numbers.
But magic was different. Without proper magic defense skills, area spells would cost him serious HP.
“Throw!”
Boom!
His counter: interception.
Few mages, and fireballs like that exploded on impact or sufficient force. He hurled inventory stones to detonate them mid-air.
High-tier magic might be different, but this was child's play for stones.
“Argh!”
“Damn it, shoot straight!”
Those caught in the middle ate the backlash. Sudden explosions in front of them caused direct and indirect damage.
Not their fault, but figuring it out took time. Early game, no one knew all the possibilities yet.
“Quite the crowd.”
Mid-battle, predicting magic casts, pulling stones from inventory, and throwing precisely—beyond normal focus. Rokan did it effortlessly.
One issue: mana drain.
Realizing his strength exceeded expectations, he stopped using Throw against magic. But Dash, Strike, and Shoulder Charge still burned mana fast.
He’d taken out twenty already, but plenty remained. The stubborn cling-ons were underleveled scrubs; second-jobbers still lurked for openings.
Not all doom and gloom. Level-up soon, restoring full HP and mana.
Killing a hundred would net one or two levels; smart allocation would suffice.
“Die!”
“Where?!”
Pshuk!
Even without skills, stat gaps secured kills easily.
Clang!
Rokan body-blocked a guide shot, swung his battle axe. It flung everything caught in the blade, then bisected another foe.
After a few more kills, their formation shifted.
“All melee, fall back!”
Clingers retreated, replaced by second-jobbers.
“Iron Wall!”
“Lesser Shield! Deadly Step!”
“Strength! Power Attack!”
Knights maxing defense, thieves shielding and boosting speed, warriors pumping strength and attack.
Varied skills, but Rokan wasn’t fazed.
Just dual-job skills at low proficiency—no real synergy.
They were brute-forcing it.
“Dash, Strike!”
“Gah!”
“Fuck, what the...”
Their grand charge ended in pathetic defeat.
Levels and layered skills let them last seconds longer. Same result.
Hunter’s Trap!
Spike Arrow!
Energy Bolt!
Problem: they were bait.
While drawing Rokan’s eyes, mages and archers set a proper trap. Knowing normal attacks couldn’t pierce his defense, they unleashed strongest strikes and debuffs.
About fifty—Rokan couldn’t ignore.
No room to dodge the barrage. Watching till the end, he triggered his ring skill.
“Escape!”
A 3-meter teleport back.
Whoosh!
Boom! Crash! Crash! Crash!
Skills meant for him hit empty ground. Rokan leaped high.
“Leap Attack!”
Leap Attack’s max jump scaled with strength. They’d kept distance, but Rokan made it irrelevant.
“Gah!”
“What Superman bullshit...”
He tore through them like a beast again.
“This can’t be real...”
“No hacks, how?!”
Allies dwindled fast; despair set in.
Ignoring basic attacks, dodging or overpowering full-power ones—no chance.
Fear grew in hearts that had terrorized others.
“Krraaaaaargh!”
Especially this. War Cry on cooldown made legs shake and bladders leak.
Irresistible primal fear stole control—what more could they try?
They hadn’t realized he hadn’t even used Berserk.
“Throw!”
“Dash!”
“Strike!”
“Leap Attack!”
“Shoulder Charge!”
The battlefield became Rokan’s solo stage.
Fewer foes meant weaker resistance; Rokan leveled mid-fight, refilling mana and HP.
Without the guild master’s threat of no mercy for runners, they’d have fled. Now, even that failed.
Rokan permitted no escape.
“Fuck... what the hell are you?”
“Dunno—die ten more times, maybe I’ll tell you.”
[You have leveled up.]
In the end, no survivors.
Just peak-condition Rokan from levels, and item piles on the ground. Ownership held for a bit—no rush to loot.
[Unbelievable feat! You have successfully eliminated one hundred Murderers.]
[Acquired title: PKK (Player Killer Killer).]
[You are the first to acquire this title.]
[First][PKK (Player Killer Killer)][Unique]
Applause for your righteous spirit comforting the souls of victims by slaying one hundred killers.
You are the first to acquire this title.
[Effects]
-Attack power and defense +15% in combat vs Murderers
-Attack power +10% in combat vs all humanoids
-Critical hit chance +10% in combat vs all humanoids
“Oh.”
First-acquisition bonus boosted combat vs all humanoids, not just users.
Perfect for future faction wars—enemy factions were humanoid too.
And a nightmare for Blood Chaser: boosted attack/defense vs Murderers. Rokan’s already insane stats would grow stronger.
Delightful for Rokan, who had no plans to end this grudge.
Might even hit 1,000 kills. He harbored quiet hopes.
“Grab ‘Mass Murderer’ title while at it.”
Rokan saved his location in his rune book, returned to town. Hadn’t neared the destination, but inventory was full—couldn’t hunt more.
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Trips between warehouse and loot-filled field stretched his warehouse scrolls long.
Pay the fee to retrieve; Akirema Goods Storage Association warehouses were unlimited.
“Register auction items.”
More warehouse-auction runs, loading up the auction house. Before heading back, he opened the homepage—to spread rumors.
Fan the flames so Blood Chaser wouldn’t cower and hide.
[Commencing Blood Chaser extermination.][Author: Rokan]
Starting extermination of PK guild Blood Chaser active in Trinsic. Report locations; I’ll fly there. PM or comment with spots.
Short, but enough.
Irreversible enmity with Blood Chaser now—but irrelevant. No returning the cloak of stealth anyway.
‘Once it’s mine, it’s mine—what return?’
The posting account was new, not the secret dungeon/real estate one, but character-linked and verified—no one dismissed it as bluff.
Blood Chaser’s infamy in Trinsic drew eyes aplenty.
Forum burned with tomorrow’s real estate deal, but guilds stayed mum—Rokan’s threat worked. His post became hot topic.
Trinsic board post—reactions instant. Views soared, comments flooded live.
-Penjal: New attention whore?
-Soriyeohaeng: Blood Chaser extermination lololol
-Kkaejeoratukbaegi: New suicide method.
-Nungil: Sigh, hope it’s real. Died five times to these bastards yesterday alone.
└Banyasimgyeong: That’s cuz you suck. They avoid me.
└Isulgeom: You walk around covered in shit or what?
Mostly negative, but one comment flipped the mood.
-Silky: Jackpot. This is legit. Check auction house now.
└Kim So-hye: What’s auction house got to do?
└Silky: Their gear dumping in bulk. He really wiped them.
└Seom: Come to think, they all respawned at city outskirts respawn just now—thought boss hunt gone wrong...
Rumors of Rokan vs Blood Chaser—and their total annihilation by one man—spread like wildfire.