Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: One-Man Extermination (2)
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“Kill him!”
However, this time the enemies were no pushovers. They were elites from MP, a top-tier guild in their own right. They had a deep understanding of their classes and skills, and above all, their physical prowess was impressive.
Whether they trained in martial arts in real life or not, one stepped forward with boxing footwork while another advanced with heavy, deliberate strides, closing in on Rokan.
“Krraaaargh!”
War Cry erupted, but it had little effect this time. Their movements grew sluggish as if their stats had dropped, yet not a single one fainted. The level gap played a part, but something else seemed to be countering it.
“It’s not working, you punk!”
On top of that, they swung their weapons at Rokan.
“What do you want me to do about it!”
Clang!
But Rokan wasn’t one to take hits easily. He swung his battle axe, knocking their swords aside in a single motion. With sheer power, he deflected three thrusting blades at once.
It was a near-miraculous feat, but for Rokan, it felt utterly natural.
‘A chant and buff, probably.’
He didn’t dwell on War Cry failing. Debuffs getting canceled or weakened by other skills was par for the course.
Besides, War Cry was just a supplement—Rokan relied solely on his own abilities.
“Try this one! Fire Enchant!”
This time, it was a weapon-enhancement enchant skill. A longsword wreathed in vivid flames traced a long arc.
“Moron.”
Rokan’s response was simple. He sneered at the opponent’s full swing, gripped the battle axe haft short, and whipped it around.
Sure, an axe packed a heavy punch, but flailing full swings like that in a melee was rookie behavior.
The light longsword and heavy battle axe swung together, but the axe struck first. A straightforward motion backed by overwhelming force made the difference.
“Guhk!”
And that was that.
“Crazy! Strength wasn’t even his main stat?”
“Scatter!”
It also sparked a misconception—that Rokan had pumped not just strength, but agility too. They assumed attack speed depended solely on agility.
That held true in ordinary games, but The Lord was different. Bat speed in baseball didn’t quicken just because your body was light, and while repeated swings might differ, in brief clashes, strength influenced speed more.
That error led to disaster.
“Leaf Attack!”
“Urk!”
Assuming low agility on Rokan’s part, their plan to leverage mobility and magical firepower fell apart. Thinking they’d get caught even if they bolted slowed them down and threw off their coordination.
Rokan seized the opening, slashing their numbers as fast as he could.
As he rampaged on, something surged from behind him. A thief who’d been biding time in stealth.
“Vile Ambush! Blade Twist!”
“……”
Stab!
Rokan could shrug off most attacks barehanded, but this one pierced through. The blade sank into his back and twisted, triggering heavy bleeding.
“Strike!”
Thud!
He whipped his arm back to fling the attacker away, but his status was dire.
‘Bleeding’ ranked among the nastiest status effects. Without chugging a potion or a priest’s heal, it wouldn’t stop anytime soon.
“Nice one!”
The enemies knew it too, so they pressed the attack relentlessly, denying him time to pull a potion.
Clang-clang-clang!
Rokan whirled his battle axe to bat them away, but he couldn’t carve out space for a potion.
“Heh heh heh! Bleed out nice and slow!”
Drip... drip... plop.
“……”
Yet then, the blood gushing from Rokan’s back halted like magic. It was the Tear Emerald Necklace from the love letter quest. Not instant, but its magic-grade hemostasis kicked in quick. The bloodstains dried up, and the bleeding status lifted.
“You done?”
All that remained was Rokan, snarling like a furious lion.
* * *
Elites Crushed!
The secret transfers from MP Guild had landed solid hits on Rokan, but they were wiped out in the end.
They hadn’t been PKers yet, but attacking Rokan marked them as temporary ‘criminals’. Rokan’s self-defense held up, so they ate penalties on par with PK.
“You bastards…… I love you!”
Tons of EXP loss and item drops!
When every coin mattered, seven of them dropped their equipped gear.
Piria had figured two or three for Rokan at first, but with everything going wrong because of him, she’d angrily sent extras to stomp him flat. That backfired.
They’d planned to crush Rokan, film it, pin it to the forums, and reclaim their rep. Instead, they couldn’t drop even one, got massacred, and lost key gear. For Piria, it was a bolt from the blue.
At least hyping their two-story house helped recruit, so things would improve bit by bit. But they had no gold to replace gear right now.
New fitting gear meant grinding like maniacs or shelling out real cash for gold.
“No. Maybe I should greet them with ‘Thank you, valued customers~’ Heh heh.”
So Rokan had no doubt they’d become his precious ‘marks’.
Straight grinding to recover would take ages.
Sure, partying up to cover weaknesses could work, but for those neck-deep in PK crew Blood Chaser, that was off-limits. They’d figure killing Rokan and crawling back to MP Guild was quicker.
And that choice would line Rokan’s pockets even more.
Gold was at double market rate now, but he wouldn’t flood the market, so prices would climb higher.
“Where to next……”
Heeding the call to strike while the iron was hot, Rokan headed to the next spot. Blood Chaser, desperate to recoup PK gold losses, got fleeced to pad his wallet.
More elites showed midway, but with shoddy gear, they were no match. Rokan, now used to their style, smashed them in sequence without even Berserk.
“Thank you. Keep up the good work.”
After a long PK hunt, as spawns thinned, he used Disguise to offload gold.
No frills needed. With their gold supplies bone-dry, they’d grovel just for the sale.
Total haul: 20 gold, split as 10 each to two buyers. Easy creds were nice, but he didn’t want to boost just one side.
Naturally, Blood Chaser and MP weren’t among them. The more desperate they got, the higher the price they’d pay.
Rokan figured he’d sell to them tomorrow-ish, then logged out.
* * *
“About time.”
Young-min logging off early before connection limits was rare, but it signaled something big.
Bzzzzt!
His smartphone buzzed after a while. KakaoTalk.
[Soo-hee♡: Is oppa Rokan by any chance?]
Straight to the point. Ex Im Soo-hee—name unchanged since regression, ignored till now. Must’ve unblocked just for this.
“Perfect timing.”
She loved games, so they’d played together plenty. She knew Young-min’s go-to IDs.
But no full certainty yet. She knew the Rokan ID and his skill level, but not that he’d be this stacked.
Fair—past life, he hadn’t reached this power or control at this stage.
Ding-dong!
Doorbell rang.
“They’re here?”
No usual visitors, but today was different. He’d summoned them.
Falcon Company engineers, for the capsule relocation service. Moving day.
[Me: You mean the Metallia ID?]
He tapped a deflection on his phone, then greeted the engineers.
Just bulked up a bit, no major changes, so she might clock him as Rokan eventually. But a brief delay was enough. New place location was secret.
Even if Im Soo-hee knew the old studio, no harassment possible now.
Real reason for rash move despite modest profits: bad blood with Blood Chaser and MP trumped the cramped room’s annoyances.
That much damage? They’d hunt him down yesterday.
“Let’s head out.”
Tiny studio meant minimal stuff. No full movers—just a small truck sufficed. New place nearby, so wrap-up was swift and sparse.
Mostly trash; only spare clothes and the capsule mattered.
“Right, back to the grind?”
Hours later, move done, he dove into the capsule.
* * *
In those hours, things had shifted big-time.
“Wow, these idiots are nuts.”
Blame Rokan for bleeding them dry repeatedly. He’d swept grounds like a taxman, but after forking over items multiple times, their books didn’t balance.
So they poked the untouchables.
“Don’t they get this is suicide?”
Guilds.
Tacit non-aggression till now.
Guilds liked it—no growth blocks, plus slowing rival solos. Blood Chaser liked dodging beef with threats, so mutual blind eyes.
But it shattered. Cash crunch? Full war declaration? Either way, Blood Chaser hit guild hunting grounds.
Targets: players, not mobs.
With Rokan out, MP elites tasked with him went ham, shaking them down.
Result: light losses, Blood Chaser win.
Guildies weren’t chumps, but backstabs mid-mob fights made it a rout.
Flip the board. Guilds furious at Blood Chaser’s stunt.
Not just victims—most Trinsic guilds mobilized. Fear of next-target vibes led to preemptive cuts.
Tacit pact or not, they were instability incarnate.
Guilds piled on the extermination, turning the city chaotic. Rip the horns off quick—they halted hunts to scour for Blood Chaser.
Rokan’s openings? Zilch.
“Tch, no more easy pickings.”
Even without him, Blood Chaser crumbled slow.
Piria’s judgment call, straight whiff.