Chapter 36
Chapter 36
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: One-Man Annihilation (1)
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“Hmph!”
Piria stepped forward, her brow deeply furrowed. Rokan nearly burst out laughing at the sight, but he still had business to finish.
‘She’s already poured in a fortune—gutsy or just stubborn, I wonder.’
She had signed the contract, but 35 gold was absurdly expensive. It was enough to buy a two-story house outright with two or three months’ rent. But in her excitement at the “final” offer, she’d gone all in.
‘You’ll be kicking yourself later, you fool. Heh heh heh!’
Watching her, Rokan couldn’t help but think it might lead to quite the entertaining scene.
35 gold a month. That was about 7 million won in cash every month. What would happen if he smashed her guild to pieces?
Even though it was a contract with the guild, if the guild disbanded, all responsibility fell on the guild master at the time of signing. Piria’s fate would surely be hilarious.
With the contract with Piria complete, Rokan scanned the room again and saw the lingering hunger in their eyes.
They’d have to give up on the two-story houses, but they were determined not to miss out on the three-room houses.
“Alright, next up: three-room houses. Only one story, but you all know the floor space is bigger than a two-story place. Shall we start at 16 gold?”
Heh.
Rokan shamelessly kicked off at four times the price, but with the room already overheated, no one complained or questioned it.
And so, the contracts for the remaining ten three-room houses were sealed amid fierce bidding.
* * *
“Heh heh heh heh!”
With all contracts done, Rokan reverted to his usual self and grinned at the inventory balance.
[Held Amount: 335 Gold 68 Silver 17 Copper]
He’d raked in a whopping 334 gold from the real estate deals alone.
He hadn’t even auctioned the items from the Blood Chaser yet. Once he did, it’d probably hit 350 gold.
70 million won in cash was huge, but considering it was early game, the real value was even greater.
“Gold prices vary by region and who’s holding it.”
Why hadn’t The Lord’s gold value dropped after months? Simple: no long-distance trading.
Deals required face-to-face meetings, and auction houses operated locally until you reached major cities with unified ones. No way to bypass the steep 2% fees.
In that setup, one person had cornered most of Trinsic’s circulating cash.
“Wonder who’ll buy gold first. MP Iron Brigade? Heh heh.”
Hunting would generate more gold over time, but most would barely cover consumables and repairs.
Plus, fifteen guilds were scrambling to stockpile for guild houses.
With liquidity tight, big cash deals could only come from Rokan.
Gold monopoly.
It meant skyrocketing local prices—and a fat account for Rokan.
Rokan didn’t dump all his gold at once.
He split off a tiny portion and listed it on the item trading site. Making money was fine, but he didn’t want anyone getting too ahead.
At the same time, he threw all the Blood Chaser drops onto the auction house—at a premium.
“This should do it.”
To spark synergy between items and gold.
His site rate was double market: 400,000 won per gold. Insane, sure, but things would change fast. Scattered 1-2 gold bits aside, his was all there was.
‘So, you gonna buy or not?’
Even scraping up 10 gold would take all day, so guilds needing constant funds and players desperate for gear would grumble but buy.
“Let’s see, how many more times can I fleece ’em? Tighten the screws here, and they’ll feel it. Mark the prime hunting spots and wait? Perfect.”
Blood Chasers especially—needing solid gear for efficiency—were desperate.
Weaker gear meant getting hunted instead, so they needed cash for basics.
Cash Piria had blown on the guild house.
‘Maybe she’s got guildmates loaning her in-game bank money.’
They’d already burned gold replacing gear lost to him, and while Skull Warrior exclusives sold, breaking even on the dungeon would take time.
Even holding cash, gold was scarce—and they’d squeezed out this much? Impressive.
Their next move was obvious to Rokan. Prime hunting grounds for sure. After splashing cash, they’d chase payback—and he’d exploit it.
“Bingo.”
His prediction hit the mark.
* * *
“Nice to see you punks!”
Rokan, waiting at their likely spawn, cloaked with the Cloak of Stealth and one-shot a lone Blood Chaser to kick things off.
They’d split across top efficiency spots.
Too jittery to face him head-on, they skipped big groups sweeping areas and opted for scattered brutal hits.
But intent aside, they were still his item farms.
“Strike!”
Rokan’s level and gear were mid-tier—no new fits yet—but farming them was child’s play.
He cut through everywhere. Blood Chasers scattered at his appearance, but he had War Cry, the cheat skill.
“GRRAAAAAH!”
Amped further by his second job, Berserker!
“Rif Attack! Throwing! Dash!”
He carved them up in their stunned openings.
‘Well, well.’
Something felt off this time. Yesterday, they’d fled like prey from a predator—full effort on escape.
Now? Awkward. Stalling, not fleeing. Some even clung desperately, all-or-nothing.
‘They’re here at last.’
Rokan clocked it: they were waiting for backup. Probably those Piria mentioned.
‘Time to set the stage.’
He played along.
He herded them into a tight circle—no runners—sweeping wide to bunch and kill. Picked drops while senses sharp.
If his hunch was right, they wouldn’t just pop out.
‘Here they come.’
Spot on.
“Lasso Toss!”
“Shadow Bolt!”
“Fireball!”
“Fireball!”
A squad unleashed skills on arrival.
Different this time. Decent proficiency, good aim—and smooth combos.
Knowing physics bounced off him, they focused binds and magic. Dead serious.
“Escape!”
Bad matchup, though.
Rokan triggered his ring skill, bailing the blast zones. Dual-caster builds might cover wide, but single-class? Nah.
‘Stealth.’
Stealth after escape—like rogue combo—plus one more.
‘Dash.’
Dash had no attack trigger. He bolted fast.
“Huh?”
“Where’d he go?”
“Cloak of Stealth!”
“Limited range then! Predictive fire!”
Killers for a reason—they nailed his vanish and short move.
Stealth caps speed at 70% base. Time it right, pinpoint the spot.
Hence his instant Dash—to break predictions.
“Hunter’s Torch!”
Hunter class? Arrow with magic flame stabbed where he’d been.
‘Hunter’s Torch’ reveals low stealth, but narrow range—useless without prediction.
“Fireball!”
“Barrage Shot!”
No reveal? Blind AoE spam. Zone coverage, plus hits break stealth—smart.
‘Not bad.’
50 points. They’d analyzed skill effects.
Still sloppy. He’d flanked them, yet they stared at the old spot.
‘Oh?’
Rokan paused mid-charge. Saw something encircling them.
‘Clever.’
Traps. Rogue/Hunter skill. Bites to halt movement—solid utility. Prep for his rush.
They’d studied him.
‘So what?’
Not enough. Traps show to enemies.
Monsters might blunder in, but Rokan played smart.
“Throwing.”
Clang!
“Gasp!”
Axe haft flew, smacked the trap—bouncing it to deflect.
Power dropped, but spooked them fine.
As they dodged the ricochet, Rokan charged nose-to-nose.
“Shoulder Charge!”
BOOM!
Brutal force plus speed and mass—like a car crash.
“Urk……ugh……!”
Decent level, but one-shot to critical. Life plummeting, soul fled—stunned.
“One down!”
SPLAT!
Could’ve swept wide with Battle Axe, but no. Rokan was precise. Knew 1vMany inside out.
Focus one. Retire them surely, one by one.
In The Lord—with Healers reviving anything alive—that was the surest 1vMany win.