Chapter 329
Chapter 329
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 329
Chapter Title: Treasure of the Heavenly Barrier (4)
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“……Phew, I’m gonna die.”
Landing atop the ruins where everything had been destroyed, Rokan let out a groan.
Total devastation.
What other word could describe this scene?
Even the grandiose remnants of the collapsing buildings had vanished entirely, and all the pure celestials and regular celestials who had lived in the great city of Kasarax were gone.
Erased.
Not even a corpse left behind—they had been utterly wiped out.
Kashin? A pure celestial at level 400? No one could withstand the power of the Celestial God and Demon God.
The only one left amid the ruins was Rokan.
But even he was far from normal.
[You have leveled up.]
[You have leveled up.]
Thanks to slaying Kashin, the Grand Masters, and countless other celestials, his level had risen, restoring his health and mana—but he couldn’t call himself fully intact.
It felt like every muscle in his body had been wrung out, and his mind was hazy.
[An unknown power resides in your flesh.]
[You cannot use the Celestial God and Demon God powers simultaneously in your current state.]
[You cannot awaken the Celestial God’s Starlight Gauntlet and Demon God’s Fang Gauntlet at the same time. Reuse cooldown: 168 hours.]
As expected, using such excessive power had led to a restriction: the two items could no longer be activated together.
Whether the system deemed it overpowered and imposed the penalty was unclear, but if it had been possible, wouldn’t he have been able to destroy both the heavenly and demonic realms single-handedly?
With that idle thought, Rokan sprawled out flat on the spot and lay there for a long while, recovering his body.
Only after staggering to his feet could he finally return to his territory.
“Take this off me.”
After barely pulling himself together, the first person Rokan sought out was Drokshi. He had tried to forcibly remove the Treasure of the Heavenly Barrier embedded in the jade throne, but in his post-battle state, it was impossible.
But if anyone could manage it, wouldn’t it be a Grand Master craftsman like him?
Handing over the entire jade throne, Rokan focused on recovery and coldly assessed his condition.
‘They’ve made it a real bitch.’
His level had risen by a whole two stages, but it was hard to be purely thrilled.
He had obliterated an entire metropolis, yet only gained two levels.
Of course, only a tiny fraction among them were Grand Master rank or higher, but including High Masters, there must have been tens of thousands—maybe hundreds of thousands.
Gaining just two levels after wiping out that many meant his required experience had ballooned to a brutal degree.
‘Still…….’
But he wasn’t entirely disappointed. He knew that even just awakening the Celestial God’s Starlight Gauntlet rendered most celestials unable to harm him.
That meant the Demon God’s Fang Belt would have a similar effect—and perhaps without venturing into the expanded maps, he could reach level 450 right here with enough time.
Of course, heading to the expanded maps would mean facing stronger foes and leveling faster.
Either way, with temporary invincibility confirmed, faster leveling was a given.
‘Fulfilling the contract will be a breeze too.’
Completing the deal with the Russian users would be easier as well.
The backlash from simultaneously drawing on the Celestial God and Demon God powers was worse than expected. Even after his status window normalized, full recovery took time, so Rokan took a full day off to check his condition.
He needed to understand the recoil properly if he wanted to use this power again.
It took nearly half a day before he could move without restrictions. He logged out, then greeted the Russian users the next day.
“Here you go.”
Cheryshev, visiting Rokan again, handed over two items.
One was a list of their inventory. The other was a Celestial Rune.
It cost ten million coins apiece, but since they were single-use anyway, they had saved their warehouse location and passed it over.
Of course, it could be a trap. But the odds were low.
There was a contract, and even if they bore the loss to kill Rokan, he’d just resurrect and get revenge.
Who would suffer more then?
They didn’t yet know he’d reached Grand Master—thanks to his item hiding his level—but even stalling him wouldn’t mean pure profit for them.
Once they took more damage than Rokan, users from America, China, and elsewhere would surge ahead.
So Rokan used the Celestial Rune without hesitation.
He located their item warehouse.
“Hmm, you’ve collected quite a haul.”
“We only kept Unique grade and above.”
The warehouse held not just Red Square’s loot, but the entire Russian guilds’ collection.
Some had surely been siphoned off, but it didn’t matter.
Unless it was Legend grade, Rokan had no need for it.
He picked only the Legends first, planning to grab a hundred from the rest—Epics, after checking their info.
Their items were inferior to his own anyway, so he’d select by options.
“Here, all of these.”
He took every Legend pile and every Epic pile—sorted by grade.
That came to over eighty items.
They seemed to glance nervously, as if a few had been pocketed, but Rokan let it slide.
They’d feed the Demon God’s Fang Belt anyway.
“I’ll pick through the rest slowly.”
“Yes. Take your time.”
Unlike the scarcer Legends and Epics, Uniques numbered over a thousand at a glance.
Like a dragon’s hoard, the piled items filled the space. Rokan sifted through quickly, sorting them.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, clink.
With his Lord experience, he could judge most items in a second.
Three categories:
Useless ones.
Adequate but meh ones.
And ones needing closer inspection—unique effects or unknown properties.
Soon, three piles formed: large, medium, small.
“Hmm, now for a closer look?”
Even skimming had taken time, but Cheryshev and the Russians didn’t rush him.
Staying back respectfully, they waited.
‘Oh? This is……?’
He focused on the research-worthy ones. Good-but-common items were easy to find elsewhere.
Amid the odd-option items, Rokan’s eyes lit up.
‘It was here.’
Russian items were similar yet different from Korean ones.
New from updates, or map-exclusive? Either way, an unexpected find.
[Sealed Gale Chestplate][Unique]
A Gale item, no less!
Aside from his Sealed Gale Battle Axe, no other Gale gear—and here it was.
Rokan’s lips twitched up, but he feigned calm.
‘In that case…….’
A devious thought crossed his mind. Anyone who knew would freak.
But not now. He’d already picked a few usable ones from the pile.
“These will do.”
Tossing them casually onto his pile, the Russians began cleaning up.
Then, he fulfilled the final contract term with each guild master.
[Cheryshev and Red Square Guild pledge loyalty to you.]
[Ibanovski and Red Thorn Guild pledge loyalty to you.]
[Tasha Daran and Mirror Palace Guild pledge…….]
Taking them as vassals.
They joined his territory as private soldiers, bound tightly to him.
“Shall we begin the migration then?”
“Do as you like.”
The Russians moved to Rokan’s territory immediately.
Using pooled coins, they bought a base hub, then spread to pre-planned hunting grounds in order.
A portion of their earned experience began flowing to Rokan.
Now, only dealing with the American users remained.
No deadline, though, so no rush.
‘They must be laying low.’
By now, news of Kasarax’s annihilation had likely spread among the celestials.
No survivors, so no culprit known—but the mood would be grim.
Some would have gotten investigation quests; others would hunker down in the tension.
Hunting them wouldn’t be easy.
Maybe a few had been in Kasarax, unseen by him.
He’d seen it as heavily guarded and insular, so unlikely—but possible.
Rokan relaxed.
He had mountains of his own work. Leaving the warehouse, he checked his new Gale gear.
[The seal on the Sealed Gale Chestplate is released.]
Pulling out the Sealed Gale Chestplate and touching it, the seal broke automatically.
Level-related? Or because he had the set-matching Gale Battle Axe? Didn’t matter.
Key was the Gale Chestplate’s power—and if other set pieces existed.
[Gale Chestplate][Set]
Chestplate used by the God of Massacre, called Gale Wind.
-Defense: 30,000
-Durability: 1,000,000 / 1,000,000
-Strength +40%
-Agility +40%
-Stamina +40%
-[Archenemy] effect: All attack power/defense +30% against designated race. Redesignate cooldown: 168 hours
“Oh!”
The Gale Chestplate’s stats were insane. Percent-based boosts to Strength, Agility, Stamina—not flat numbers.
For Rokan with his massive stats, better than hundreds of points.
Wearing it would lose the Lion King Chestplate’s resistances, but for him—doubling all stats at <10% health—it might even be ideal.
“They’re all dead.”
And the Archenemy option was terrifying.
+30% attack/defense against a designated race? He’d be their natural predator, whoever it was.
Change weekly too—so commit to massacring one race, and who could stop him?
Gale—er, Massacre God—used it against Titans, but Rokan wasn’t bound to one race. Endless utility.
Plus synergy with his King of Violence title.
Rokan’s eyes gleamed coldly as he equipped the Gale Chestplate.