Chapter 355
Chapter 355
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 355
Chapter Title: Divinity (1)
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[World: Murim confirmed.]
“World?”
What was this about? World? Murim? Wasn’t Murim the world where the wielders of that power Carlton used resided?
It was confusing.
He had no idea what it meant, but one thing was clear. This was tied to the power used by level 450 Majesty Masters.
“Could it be...”
Rokan immediately searched for the rainbow teleporter.
If it had confirmed the world called Murim, maybe he could head there?
“Hmm.”
Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be the case.
He’d checked before even looking into the results of Carlton and Matulda’s battle, but Murim wasn’t on the list of accessible destinations.
It looked like travel worked differently, or perhaps not at all.
“No helping it.”
Rokan stepped back outside and used the Heavenly Rune Book.
In his current state, with aftereffects stacking up, he couldn’t handle Carlton, let alone his subordinates, so he couldn’t teleport straight to the battlefield. Instead, he warped to a nearby city and summoned Kai.
“Don’t join the fight. Just scout the situation.”
Any other summon might not manage it, but Kai could handle reconnaissance easily.
Thanks to Rider of Legends, even if attacked, he could observe from afar and escape. And with eyes closed, Rokan could share Kai’s vision through [Empathy].
Kyut!
Transformed into a great peng, Kai flapped his wings and flew toward Moston, where Carlton and Matulda were locked in fierce combat.
“Huh?”
Moments later, Kai arrived at Moston, and what entered his vision was an unexpected outcome.
“Did he miss?”
Rokan had figured Matulda wouldn’t let Carlton—who had exhausted himself against him—go free. Yet absurdly, the battle was over.
Matulda stood unharmed, directing the city’s reconstruction, while his subordinates rallied soldiers for repairs without pause.
Reconstruction didn’t matter much, but Matulda being fine was odd. It meant no battle had happened with the power-drained Carlton.
Was he an idiot who’d just let him go?
Even if he could freely use other job skills, Matulda—at the pinnacle of spellcasting—could have restricted spatial movement and cornered him.
“Rokan? The situation’s resolved. Come on over without worry. I’ll reward you.”
As Rokan peered around more through Kai in disbelief, Matulda spotted him.
With a satisfied smile, he informed Rokan—beyond Kai’s eyes—that it was over.
“Damn, no clue what happened.”
Rokan withdrew his vision, unsummoned Kai, and activated the Heavenly Rune to head to Moston, where Matulda and his reward awaited.
“You’re here.”
Matulda welcomed Rokan, who’d arrived instantly.
His face beamed brighter than ever. Despite letting Carlton escape and suffering major damage, he looked thrilled.
Had he somehow killed the guy without a scratch?
As Rokan’s expression demanded answers, Matulda grinned and spoke.
“We won. It’s a shame we didn’t eliminate him completely, but damaging a huge chunk of his divinity is a massive gain. He’ll need decades just to recover—maybe centuries.”
Rokan had no idea what this divinity stuff was, but if Matulda said so, that was that.
While he recovered, wouldn’t Matulda swallow up his territory? That explained the joy.
“Go on, name your desire. You’ve done a huge deed, so I’ll grant anything.”
Rokan pondered as he watched the pleased Matulda.
What he’d accomplished was indeed monumental.
He’d reclaimed vast territories, dealt heavy blows to Wuhon’s beasts, created a massive opening in Moston’s great battle, and slain three city lords.
And finally, he’d wounded the Wuhon King Carlton’s divinity, forcing his flight.
Matulda had lost two subordinate city lords too, but they’d overlook that. Even so, he’d made one of the five Huanma Realm territories ripe for the taking—clearly a huge merit.
What reward for such a man?
Per their original deal, Matulda would grant whatever Rokan wanted, matching his feats.
‘What should I ask for?’
Anything. Tricky word.
Territory, items, massive coins—feats like this could snag them all. But Rokan didn’t need any badly. He could claim them himself anytime.
So Rokan steeled himself and voiced his wish.
“What I want is information. Detailed explanation of level 450 Majesty Masters’ authority.”
“What?”
Matulda’s face hardened instantly. How to take this?
Rokan’s merits were huge, but spilling his weaknesses was another matter. He agonized.
“...Fine. But nothing else. That okay?”
“Of course.”
The reply came after a long pause.
Fortunately, accepted.
Matulda was sure Rokan wasn’t speaking from knowledge, so he could barely decide.
“This way first.”
Having decided, Matulda led Rokan to his sanctum. No one else could hear this.
Words from his mouth carried power.
“Phew, I won’t repeat myself, so listen well.”
Matulda’s expression turned deadly serious and cold.
He’d share due to the pact, but from this moment, Rokan would gain power to strike him.
“Majesty Masters’ authority is divinity.”
Matulda’s opening line was something Rokan already knew.
That divinity.
But he listened without showing it.
“Divinity—a vague concept. Many new Majesty Masters can’t wield it properly. They start with too little.”
“I see.”
Rokan recalled other Majesty Masters he’d faced. Gomoltan, void beasts, etc.
Had they wielded true divinity? No.
As Matulda said, ignorance of divinity—or no chance, or underestimating Rokan—they hadn’t used real divinity.
It’d be similar after Rokan ascended. So he listened sharper.
“Then how do you acquire divinity? No way to know. I’ll explain. New Majesty Masters are granted one world.”
“World?”
“Yes, a world. Their own world. There, we become gods. We grant power to its inhabitants with our divinity, impose trials. If it doesn’t go our way, trigger a catastrophe, wipe it clean, start over. Divinity weakens inevitably, though.”
“Hmm.”
He got the gist.
Like a mini-game. SimCity style. Grow a world, harvest divinity from it.
That clarified divinity’s source.
“By gaining faith from that world’s inhabitants?”
Religion or shamanism—gather belief from the world’s beings, convert to divinity.
For Rokan, weak at management, a hassle.
“You look unsure. No need to worry too much. It grows with practice. And there are other ways.”
Guessing Rokan’s concern? Matulda answered knowingly.
Other ways?
“Build your world that way, grow divinity, draw power from it. Use it to create new concepts or summon what’s absent. Less efficient, but lets you wield foreign concepts or powers. Divinity’s more versatile than mana.”
Not quite what he wanted, but Matulda’s explanation was gold.
Such versatile power could craft multiple creation skills, right? No clue how much divinity per skill, though.
Plus, building blind versus purposefully? Night and day.
What world suited him? Needed a concept—time for thought—but Rokan started pondering.
Felt like tough homework.
“That’s why revealing your world to Majesty Masters is taboo. Exposes strengths, weaknesses, power source.”
Rokan nodded instinctively.
Knowing an opponent’s world? Huge hint to break it.
Then Matulda groaned softly.
“Also, once your world’s revealed, it can be attacked.”
“...?”
Attack how?
Like his initial guess—invade their world and wreak havoc?
“No direct force, of course. But world-vs-world clashes are possible. Hear of their world from their mouth, glimpse its seams, gain coordinates. Reveal yours via oracle or such to invade theirs.”
“Oho.”
That explained why Majesty Masters zipped it about their worlds. Loose lips invite invasion.
Even a mighty world—could it hold if peers or slight inferiors ganged up? Tough, even with divinity aid.
Seemed exerting direct influence cost heaps of divinity.
Otherwise, reshaping worlds at whim would be trivial.
Finally glimpsing divinity’s secrets.
“You think I let Carlton go easy, but you’re wrong. Like you, I glimpsed his world.”
“Oh, indeed.”
That explained Matulda’s glee despite letting him flee.
Rokan couldn’t yet as non-Majesty Master, but with coordinates, Matulda could invade.
Succeed, and he’d devour Carlton’s divinity whole.
What happened after—merge or separate? Like running multis, probably.
“This is Majesty Masters’ true battle.”
Rokan grinned back at Matulda’s sly smile.
Another message appeared before his eyes.
[World: Magic Empire confirmed.]