Chapter 339
Chapter 339
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 339
Chapter Title: Contract (3)
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“……Why the hell are you doing this to us?”
“You really don’t know?”
“As expected…… Then what do we need to do? We’ve already lost so much. We admit our mistake, but crushing us won’t benefit you either, Rokan. Couldn’t we…… negotiate?”
A grin spread across Rokan’s face.
“Revenge? That’s absurd. Revenge is something you do when you’re on the same level. And benefit? Oh, there is one. This is a contract.”
“A contract……?”
Verdan’s eyes wavered. Rokan didn’t miss the change.
“That’s right. The Russian users made an offer. They’ll pay money and items if I kill you all ten times each.”
It was like being a hitman.
Verdan’s eyes went blank, unable to believe someone of Rokan’s caliber would accept such a deal, but he quickly recovered.
Why would Rokan reveal this so openly? A trick? To drive a wedge between Russia and America?
No, there wasn’t enough reason to think that.
What did Rokan lack that he’d need to sow discord? Just like he’d done to them, he could slaughter the Russian users anytime he wanted.
There was no need for division; he could sweep them away with his own power.
Moreover, with his massive territory in the demon realm, hunting down Russian users aligned with the demon faction would be easier than dealing with them.
So, rolling his eyes quickly, he sought Rokan’s true intent.
“Then, could you make a deal with us too?”
The expected response came. As the anticipated reply emerged, Rokan grinned brightly.
Revealing the deal’s details wasn’t covered in his contract with the Russian guilds, and double-dealing wasn’t prohibited either.
Plus, killing Verdan now would wrap up the contract with them.
Morally, he shouldn’t accept their offer, but why would he care?
Realizing the meaning behind that smile, Verdan immediately messaged each guild leader.
For revenge.
Naturally, the target wasn’t Rokan, but the Russian users.
“Kill me. And we’ll make an offer too.”
Moments later, Verdan steeled his expression and offered himself up.
If his death could end this assault, he’d bear it gladly.
In return, he vowed to make them suffer the same.
He’d already secured the other guild leaders’ agreement and planned to accept whatever conditions Rokan proposed.
“Not bad.”
Rokan felt the same.
But he couldn’t offer the same terms. He took the same cash, but doubled the items from 100 to 200.
That way, all sorts of things would come out.
But what Rokan was after was just one thing.
The Sealed Tempest Armament.
He didn’t know if they had it, but if each continent’s major nations truly had one?
It was worth checking, so after killing Verdan and completing the contract, he made a new deal with the American users.
“See you in three days.”
Revived, Verdan ground his teeth after successfully contracting with Rokan.
For now, he needed to focus on recovering his lost levels, but someday he’d take direct revenge on the Russian users who started this.
Revenge on Rokan? Hard to even imagine. This incident had made the power gap clear.
Even with ten Grand Masters, could they challenge him then?
It was still far off, and by then Rokan would have powered up again, so he couldn’t dare think of opposing him.
“Confirmed?”
“Yes, confirmed. The balance will be paid today.”
After finishing with the Americans, Rokan sought out Cherishev first.
The contract confirmed completion, so it was time for the remaining payment.
Even without it, as an info broker, Cherishev already knew, his face bright, his response vigorous.
Unlike the Americans who suffered level downs and item drops, they were quickly leveling in hunting grounds near Rokan’s territory, thinking the gap hadn’t widened much.
Unaware of the future awaiting them.
“Good. See you next time.”
No need to tell him in advance, so Rokan smirked slyly, sending him off, and prepared to face a new world.
The Void Gate summoning ritual.
The Americans needed three days to prepare anyway, so he’d explore the expanded map before then.
If he failed, fine, but success meant crossing to another region in under an hour, then free travel back and forth with the Heavenly Rune, plenty of time.
“Here it was.”
The Void Gate spot was unremarkable. Hard to find without Gaokan’s tip.
Not because of anything special, but because the dimensional barrier was weakest here, Rokan thought maybe due to proximity to the dimensional monster’s nest.
“Alright, first, apply the Potion of Chaos……”
Taking a tense breath, Rokan thinly coated his body with the Potion of Chaos. The gate opened in an instant, no time to apply inside.
Then he pulled out an Essence of Power and gripped the Dimensional Monster’s Claws in both hands. He began slashing wildly at the air.
Far inferior to the monster’s own use, but this thinned the dimensional barrier, creating a small rift.
Shiiiiiik.
“It’s here.”
Repeated air slashes birthed a hairline crack. From it, tentacle-like things slithered out, hissing like snakes.
A void being coveting the Essence of Power widened the barrier’s gap.
‘Now!’
Even for it, breaching was tough; the tentacle couldn’t snatch the essence immediately.
Widening the crack for Rokan took time, and when possible, he clutched the essence and charged at it.
Precisely, squeezing through the rift it opened.
“Full-Body Charge!”
Kuooh.
It collided with the abyssal tentacle, but no dull impact. Like entering water or hitting a spirit, a bizarre sensation as it passed.
Thanks to the Potion of Chaos, probably.
It quickly turned for the essence in Rokan’s hand, sucking him into the Void Gate.
[You have entered the Void.]
[Caution: Prolonged exposure to the Void may erode your body, soul, and divinity.]
The Void. Truly nothing inside.
An eerie purple world that could hypnotize just looking. No weather, no ground felt, yet solid footing existed.
Rokan felt like in an empty plain or vast ocean, but didn’t despair or panic.
The carefully applied Potion of Chaos blocked erosion, and the Compass of Desire showed the way.
‘To the expanded map.’
Pinggrrr.
Strong will, and the needle moved.
“Full-Body Charge, Full Sprint, Steps of Valor……”
Time was life now. Direction set, Rokan launched forward without delay.
Summoning Unicorn or Nightmare here would get them devoured, no mounts, but alternating nearly all job movement skills allowed nonstop acceleration.
‘Mana drain’s heavy.’
Problem: spamming skills guzzled mana, but unavoidable. Couldn’t use mana potions without Potion of Chaos, risky, but time was key.
A few skill cycles, he curated efficient ones, sequencing them to push forward.
After long travel, new sights appeared.
New terrain, new monsters.
[Void Imugi][Lv 457]
[Void Drake][Lv 454]
[Void Worm][Lv 450]
Monsters in Rokan’s sprinting view were insane. All over Lv450, densely packed.
Now he understood Gaokan’s Void aversion.
Even without erosion, if they all attacked at once, could he survive? Tension swallowed dry saliva.
If the Potion of Chaos ended suddenly, they’d detect him.
‘Terrifying.’
Couldn’t slow down. Still some potions left, but no room for complacency.
‘Damn.’
Like this variable.
A mountain-sized monster blocked his path. Slightly heaving, asleep maybe, but turning back tough. It was at a canyon pass.
Detour meant climbing the canyon or scaling cliffs.
Compass gave direction only, no obstacles, terrain, or monsters ahead—hence this.
“Hup.”
No choice, Rokan climbed the cliff. Crossing atop risked waking it.
Skills might shorten Potion duration per warning, so pure strength rock climbing.
“Ah……”
Struggling up, far view opened.
Endless Void land. No gauge on distance to destination.
Feeling unknown anxiety, Rokan forced movement.
Swish swish.
Void beings faintly sensing him, tilting heads; he applied another Potion of Chaos bottle, then ran toward goal.
“This is insane……”
Soon, horrific scene.
Kyaaak! Puhhing! Kuoooooom!
At his path’s pass, two void beings fought.
Lv450s clashing.
Shockwaves reshaped terrain, echoing far.
Rokan’s face hardened; he had to pass.
“Gotta go around.”