Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Easy Money (1)
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“Whew!”
Rokan immediately scooped them up with a net. He knew that sticking his hand in directly could electrocute him too, so he used a tool.
It was merely a stun effect, and with the fish not being high-level, he couldn’t expect another massive level-up, but this was plenty.
Rokan swept up all the stunned fish floating to the surface and returned to the village.
* * *
[You have completed Endless Research 15.]
“Truly impressive. How did you know to bring all these?”
Rokan handed over the items he’d gathered to Matherian, clearing his chain quest in one fell swoop.
Matherian was utterly astonished, but that was it—no title, unfortunately.
“The next commission… hmm, it’s still too much for you. Come back after you’ve grown a bit more.”
And with that, he issued a ban. The reason? Level too low.
One might’ve exploded in anger at Matherian’s attitude of piling on every odd job imaginable and now making excuses, but Rokan took it in stride. He’d fully expected as much.
Instead, he pulled the Lake’s Essence from his inventory and held it out smoothly.
“No, this is—”
Matherian recognized the Lake’s Essence right away. As a mana-sensitive mage, he could sense the lake’s mana.
He snatched it up like it was his by right, turned it over in his hands, then glanced at Rokan.
“Ahem, how did you get your hands on something this precious?”
“I killed the Lake Knight.”
“The Lake Knight, eh… You must be more skilled than I thought.”
His eyes gleamed. Having confirmed Rokan’s prowess exceeded what he’d seen, his mind changed.
“Then, could you do one more favor for me?”
‘Bingo!’
Rokan inwardly cheered at Matherian’s subtle probe. He’d just unlocked a quest that normally required level 100.
‘Reward’s the Investigator’s Ring, right?’
Scenario quest rewards outshone regular ones. Money and EXP were nice, but the items doled out at key branches were exceptional—powerful enough to carry you dozens of levels.
Rokan’s target: the Investigator’s Ring. A rare-grade item earned by hitting level 100 and completing a specific quest.
“Leave it to me.”
That was why Rokan accepted with pleasure. The Investigator’s Ring would supercharge his growth.
[Contemplation on Death][Quest]
Matherian believes that to master curses and diseases, one must study not just life, but death itself. Bring him an item imbued with death’s power.
The missing investigator Harkin knows about such items.
-Success Condition: Death Token 0/1
-Reward: 3 Gold, Large EXP Gain, Investigator’s Ring, Title ‘Investigator’
“Then, I leave it to you.”
Rokan accepted gladly and exited the Mage Guild.
* * *
Rokan’s next stop: the Auction House. The quest told him to find Investigator Harkin, but he already knew no amount of searching would turn up the man.
“Auction search: Harkin’s Journal.”
Instead, pages from the journal he’d left behind were dropping across the field.
Problem was, which page dropped was pure RNG. Bad luck meant endless duplicates or missing that one crucial page, leaving you spinning your wheels.
That’s why this quest—later dubbed the ‘Journal Quest’—infuriated so many players.
‘Nah, pass.’
Rokan ditched collecting them himself without a second thought. In exchange, he combed the Auction House and snapped up each page on the spot.
Everyone was hawking even trash for a quick penny, so he bagged 11 of the 15 pages in one go.
Just 4 left.
Not many, but for the cursed unlucky, it could take days. Rokan stayed chill.
No grinding—just periodic Auction House checks while handling his packed schedule.
“Alright, time to tie up loose ends.”
Two big ones on the table.
First: real estate auction. Plenty of time till the deadline. Guilds might be sweating, but Rokan held the goods—no rush.
Money? Blood Chaser loot had him flush, overflowing even for consumables.
That left the other.
Blood Chaser extermination.
“Open homepage. Pull up comments and messages.”
A decent haul of desperate user posts—grasping at straws.
He zeroed in on the latest tip.
“What the hell?”
Blood Chaser’s spot per the comment: Forest Goblin Village, where under-50 transfers were grinding. Looked like they’d gone venting after Rokan slapped them down.
Could be lowbie ganking or a trap for him, but whatever. Trap? Smash the whole thing.
“Might actually catch ’em.”
Not far from the village—perfect. He oriented and bolted at full tilt. Rune Book would’ve been ideal, but no pre-save.
“Stealth.”
One more: he activated the Cloak of Stealth’s built-in skill, dropped from Blood Chaser.
Time since his post, plenty of tips, but zero Rokan activity after—they’d be slacking by now.
Unstealthing mid-chase? Epic surprise party.
Rokan poured extra oomph into his strides and gave pursuit.
* * *
“Those fuckers are back!”
“What the hell do they even gain from this! If I die now, that’s five times already!”
Ten minutes later at Forest Goblin Village, user shouts and screams were Rokan’s welcome wagon.
Blood Chaser—fresh off a Rokan beatdown—was rampaging through level 40 grounds like a tantrum, tormenting lowbies.
‘Ganking, huh. Perfect.’
Level 40s weren’t bottom-barrel in The Lord overall, but no top dogs either. Forcing into secondary cities to stay ahead? Still trash in Trinsic.
Sure, not every Blood Chaser was 50+, so fightable in theory—but their numbers and ambushes made it a stomp.
‘These idiots still haven’t learned.’
Rokan watched from stealth, verdict cold.
Not judging the ganks; PK was game fabric.
What tanked them: support parked safely rear while the mob charged.
Arrogance—no threats nearby. But against even a small squad? Brain-dead.
“Leaf Attack.”
No more spectating—Rokan vaulted in.
Attack skill auto-broke stealth. Rear priests and archers blanched—they’d been in Rokan’s prior massacre.
“It’s him!”
“No way! That extermination post was legit?!”
Panic yelps flew, but mouths don’t win fights. Rokan Dash-chained kills nonstop.
“Scatter!”
Rokan was beyond them now. Bones-deep realization—they picked legs over arms.
“Where ya goin’! Raaargh!”
Like hell Rokan’d let goblin-treasure scavengers slip. War Cry hit; fleeing pack eye-rolled and locked.
“Throwing! Leaf Attack!”
He’d prepped plenty of throwables for this.
Throw into Leaf Attack. No one-shots, but leg shots tanked their speed—Blood Chaser flailed.
“Yeah!”
“Nailed it!”
“Knew their day’d come!”
“But who’s that dude? Real player? What level even...”
“I know him! Board post vowing Blood Chaser wipe... holy shit, real!”
Cheers from their fresh lowbie victims rang as Blood Chaser ate dirt.
“If they respawn, tip the board!”
Rokan looted drops mid-stride, hollering at the gank-ees.
Not heroism. Blood Chaser = walking bonus EXP and loot piñatas.
Normies? Clueless. Gain = cheers, painted him justice-bot.
“Board it is!”
Sure, they’d milk him as a mark if he slipped—but it’s Rokan. Mutual grift.
“Thanks! Wreck those pricks!”
“Rokan, yeah? Dwarf Fields—they’re swarming! Go!”
“Dwarf Fields—appreciate it!”
Field tips locked, Rune Book saved for instant dips, straight to Dwarf Fields.
Word might spread, Blood Chaser warned—but 1-2 more hits feasible.
“Shoulda pre-marked spots.”
Saved locals = no foot-slogging. Pity, but fixable. Mark aggressive from now.
Their lowbie haunts limited—bookmark and patrol, farm awhile.
“Stealth.”
Rokan recloaked, looped behind, advanced.
* * *
“Gah!”
“Someone handle that psycho!”
“You do it!”
“How?! Block that shit!”
“Stall, please! New gear today!”
Blood Chaser’s Cloak of Stealth? Game-changer. The Lord’s stealth? Thief-class exclusive now.
Thieves? Nuke on unstealth, crap sustain.
Rokan?
Overkill brute force carved them up. Timed spawns maximally trollish—priests, mages, archers first. Blood Chaser? Pure punching bag.
‘Heh heh heh! Honey pot jackpot!’
Word rocketed via board. His cocky wipe post? Dozens of tipper replies torched it hot.