Chapter 321
Chapter 321
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 321
Chapter Title: Transcender (2)
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Puhaak!
It was a single strike.
The moment the massive battle axe severed the Celestial Archpriest's wings and sliced through his neck, the tide of battle shifted.
“Rokaaan!”
The Celestials, who had belatedly noticed his arrival, shouted. And they realized. That Rokan and Gmoltan had been allies from the start.
It was a clear misunderstanding, but nothing else could explain the current situation.
That was why they dismissed Gmoltan's roaring shout as mere encouragement.
“What, you bastard!”
But Rokan didn't care.
What difference did it make if they called his name and yelled? He wasn't affected by the high-level intimidation due to his title effect.
He simply swung his battle axe indifferently, completely shattering the balance of power that had begun to tilt.
[4. Subjugated beings above Lv. 400: 8 / 10]
“Mad Slaughter, Lion's Rampage!”
He didn't even need Superbia.
Against enemies who had exhausted much of their strength in fierce combat, blocked giant beasts, and couldn't afford to watch their rear, he didn't need Superbia's attack power.
[4. Subjugated beings above Lv. 400: 9 / 10]
In an instant, he butchered two Grand Masters.
Now only one remained!
The Celestials, realizing things had gone awry, quickly scattered in all directions while staying wary of Rokan, but giant beasts blocked their paths.
“Kheuuk!”
“To be done in by a human and beasts……!”
Celestials who had chosen the wrong direction charged straight into the beasts' maws. They were savagely torn apart and chewed to bits.
“Tsk! You should watch where you're going.”
Amid it all, Rokan brimmed with leisure. Lv. 400s overflowed around him.
Picking off just one would achieve his goal. He savored the pleasure of choosing his prey with the high ground in sight.
“Retreat! Retreat!”
In the meantime, the Celestials were mercilessly trampled.
They possessed enough power to resist adequately, but with their elites scattered and morale plummeting, they were no match in actual combat.
But that made hunting the Celestials harder instead. The sly bastards began fleeing while hiding themselves, even using polymorph spells.
Of course, his eyes that pierced all things saw them clearly, but catching and killing those fully focused on evasion and escape was no easy task.
‘Then.’
So Rokan changed his target.
His enemies weren't just Celestials. It would be better if some of them survived to reliably spread the word.
His power. Who they should fear from now on.
“Blink, Full-Body Charge.”
Kuuung!
At that moment, one of the rampaging giant beasts shook violently. It nearly toppled backward from the powerful impact.
“Superbia.”
And it was cleaved. Sliced apart.
That massive body split in two without any resistance.
It collapsed, leaving only a cleanly severed cross-section, as if it had vanished.
[You have completed the feat: Proof of Violence: King of Violence.]
[Level up.]
[Acquired Title: King of Violence.]
[Miraculous Achievement! You are the first visitor to reach the Grand Master realm.]
[Acquired Title: ‘Transcender’.]
[King of Violence][Epic]
You who possess the wisdom and resolve to cut through even knotted bonds! Your bold ferocity, backed by overwhelming force, is worthy of the title King of Violence.
No trap or scheme can bar your path.
[Effects]
-All stats +300%
-All resistances +300%
-All skill effects +300%
-Intimidation and fear effects against weaker foes
-Fear effect on an entire race after hunting 10,000+ of them
[First][Transcender][Epic]
You are the first visitor to reach the Grand Master realm. Grand Master is the first stage of transcending racial limits.
You are the first acquirer of this title.
[Effects]
-Acquired Vessel of Divinity
+1 Creation Skill Slot
+1 Master Skill Slot
-Can acquire all job skills except Professional and Special skills
‘Wow!’
For a brief moment, Rokan was genuinely impressed.
He had expected the ‘Transcender’ title, but hadn’t anticipated getting ‘King of Violence’ as a separate title.
Moreover, perhaps because it came from clearing a difficult quest, its options were tremendous. With this, it felt like he could do anything.
“Kill him! Kill him!”
But the thrill of ecstasy was short-lived. Rokan snapped back to attention at Gmoltan's furious roar.
He dodged the whip lashing down as if to tear him apart, then unleashed his power properly and formally.
“Blood Awakening.”
Thump thump.
He felt his heart pulsing as the skill activated.
It was different from before.
Was it because he had properly reached the Grand Master realm, becoming a true Transcender? No. The level of power itself was entirely different.
‘Ah!’
Confirming the streams of power surging through his body, Rokan realized.
The blood of the Heavenly God and the blood of the Demon God. They remained in his bloodstream, awakening bits of power.
“T-That’s……!”
“No way!”
“Heavenly God……!”
It wasn't just Rokan who was shocked and flustered. Gmoltan and his beasts, as well as the Celestials, recoiled in horror at the power emanating from him.
How could the power of the Heavenly God and the Demon God coexist in one body?
Surprisingly, it wasn't biased toward either side.
Not Celestial nor Demon, yet wielding both powers.
Everyone was dumbfounded by the surreal situation, believable only as a new race.
“You've stolen His power through some vile method!”
“It's just a fragment of power. I'll squeeze your corpse and drink that blood!”
But that lasted only a moment. It instead ignited their battle spirit. Though two divinities were felt simultaneously, they deemed the power level still manageable.
It was merely Lv. 400, after all.
But it didn't take long to realize how grave that arrogance was.
“Kraaaaaah!”
Rokan's mad roar dominated everyone's minds.
Temporarily, the brain functions of all except Gmoltan ceased. Even the Lv. 400 Archpriest and Holy Knights with Transcender status.
That massive opening changed everything.
In the ensuing silence, Rokan's fluid movements were impossible to track with the eye.
Whooosh!
Whenever the battle axe swung down, one died. Master-grade, High Master-grade, even Grand Master-grade—none mattered.
They couldn't even react properly, and by the time they regained their senses, their comrades were already falling, butchered.
“F-Form ranks!”
“Group up and face him!”
Realizing that even as fellow Grand Masters, they couldn't face him alone, the Celestials began clustering tightly.
Swoosh.
At that moment, Rokan flew in the opposite direction. Toward Gmoltan's giant beasts and pet beasts. What had seemed so strong before now looked like ants beneath his feet.
Some were even larger than Rokan in size, but that was irrelevant. Beneath his battle axe, all beings were equal.
Puk!
One strike burst a head, severing and crushing the impact site as it fell away.
Even the giant beasts strengthened by Gmoltan's whips were no different.
Rokan's attack power, pushed to the limit, far surpassed mere Transcender level.
[Acquired Fragment of Divinity.]
And each time a Lv. 400 being died, an inexplicable notification appeared for Rokan.
‘Something’s up.’
But figuring it out now was impossible. From Lv. 400 onward, he just knew something happened when hunting them.
For now, he needed to focus on the battle at hand.
“Kill him! Kill him by any means!”
Thanks to that, hundreds, thousands of beasts were shredded in an instant, and Gmoltan's roars grew louder.
Ziiing.
But he wasn't just yelling.
Each time he bellowed, red energy enveloped the beasts. The Beast Tamer's unique enhancement made them stronger and tougher.
Because of that, the heavy resistance felt when swinging the battle axe began to grow.
“Blood Flow Acceleration.”
Then, Rokan manifested a new skill.
It wasn't one he had created or learned separately, but something realized from watching Gaokhan's battles.
Creation Skills could produce derivative skills along with them.
Not just awakening the blood, but creating other skills using that blood.
Of course, stronger skills shortened the Creation Skill's duration, but his Creation Skill, which awakened power inherent in the blood, had ample duration.
In an instant, Rokan's movements accelerated to near blinding speed.
“Crazy!”
His form resembled a god.
If there were a God of Violence rather than a King, would it look like this?
An untouchable aura of violence emanated from Rokan's body.
Kwaaang!
Lightning struck the tightly clustered Celestials. Rokan had launched himself like a cannonball, shattering their formation.
The defensive barrier formed by overlapping Grand Master skills tore like paper, sending the enemies inside flying like bowling pins.
Naturally, Rokan followed one of them.
Lightly severing one's neck, a black tendril then shot out in another direction.
“Submit!”
“……!”
It was Gmoltan's whip.
Instead of targeting the untouchable Rokan, it wrapped around a Celestial Holy Knight and infused submission power.
“Kraaaah!”
The Celestial trembled briefly from the pain, then its eyes changed. No—its pure white wings began darkening.
‘Brainwashing? I see.’
Seeing the fallen Celestial stabbing at his back, Rokan was certain. Gmoltan's Creation Skill was that whip.
Creating an item with a Creation Skill was shocking, but Rokan calmly parried its sword.
Merely wrapping it could brainwash a Lv. 400 Celestial, weaken enemies, and strengthen allies—an immense merit—but constraints existed.
Unlike Rokan's Creation Skill, it couldn't strengthen the user themselves.
“Giant's Strength.”
Kwaaang!
Swinging the battle axe one-handed to deflect the sword, Rokan's left fist pierced the fallen Holy Knight's heart.
Giant's Strength.
He had drawn the titan's superhuman strength from its blood into his left arm.
With that single blow, the fallen Holy Knight's heart and entire chest exploded, plummeting down as the Celestials drowned further in fear.
“Sc-Scattered retreat!”
Thanks to that, they made a fairly rational decision.
Fleeing and leaving the sworn enemy Rokan was humiliating, but facing an impossible foe with total annihilation in mind was foolish.
Plus, with Gmoltan as a convenient excuse, they could issue a scattered retreat order.
Priests, Archpriests, Holy Knights. All manner of Celestials.
Perhaps issuing quests during retreat, the user allies sided with Celestials hesitated, unsure what to do—but such weaklings didn't catch Rokan's eye.
After selectively killing fleeing high-level Celestials, he suddenly spun around and charged at Gmoltan.
Now, the Creation Skill's duration was nearly up.