Chapter 377
Chapter 377
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 377
Chapter Title: Titan Village (2)
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BOOM!
Once Rokan unleashed his full assault, the altar crumbled in an instant.
Even compared to the buildings in the Celestial borderlands, it boasted superior durability—that much was clear from the heavy feedback through his hands—but no hammer blow was a match for him.
Before he could even pour all his skills into it, the altar was utterly demolished, and a system notification appeared.
[You have destroyed the altar of the Star God.]
[The Star God condemns you.]
“Huh?”
But the content of the system notification was completely different from what he’d expected.
It wasn’t an altar to the God of Depravity—it was one dedicated to the Star God.
Rokan scratched his head sheepishly and apologized to the Star God in his mind. The indirect messages from the Star God kept coming for a while.
“Ahem, guess I’ll infiltrate for now?”
Next, Rokan turned his gaze to the Titans’ village. That was still the most likely spot.
The problem was that Polymorph’s cooldown hadn’t ended yet.
The easiest way would’ve been to Polymorph into a Titan and search the village, but since he’d used it to turn into a pure Celestial, that wasn’t an option right now.
Should he wait it out, then?
“No such luck.”
Rokan felt an inexplicable urgency.
Instead of waiting for Polymorph to come off cooldown, he decided to search for a Titan in his true form.
They might reject him as a human descendant of Gale Wind and pick a fight, but he’d give it a shot anyway.
Even if it got too intense, he was confident he could escape, then use Polymorph to sneak in later.
“That way, right?”
Rokan gauged the direction of the Titan village from when he’d ridden on Kai’s back, then set off without hesitation.
He entered the village while maintaining a battle-ready stance, eyeing any Titans who noticed him.
“Whoa? A human!”
“What? Human? Those things actually exist?”
The interior of the Titan village buzzed at Rokan’s arrival.
Humans were one of the rarest races to spot in the heavens.
Even for the Titans, they’d only heard descriptions passed down orally—they’d never seen one in person.
‘Hostile after all?’
Rokan tensed at their intense reactions, ready to unleash Gale Wind Incarnation at any moment.
But their follow-up response was utterly unexpected.
“Welcome to Titan Village!”
“......Huh?”
Rokan stared dumbly at the Titans spreading their arms wide in welcome.
What the hell was going on? He couldn’t wrap his head around it and just stood there blinking, his battle axe dangling loosely.
A deception tactic? Luring him inside the village?
‘......Nah, doesn’t seem like it.’
He had every reason to suspect, but looking into their eyes made it hard to believe.
Those round, cow-like eyes—if they were lying, then truth didn’t exist in this world.
“Ahh, sorry if we startled you! We were just so excited!”
They even bowed their heads in apology upon seeing his flustered expression.
Were these really the ferocious, destructive Titans he knew? It didn’t match up at all, sparking doubt and suspicion.
“Th-thank you......”
The Titans were incredibly simple and kind. Rokan felt ashamed for his wariness and suspicion.
Once inside the village, he received their lavish hospitality as he looked around.
The basic layout was similar to other villages.
As a village of the giant Titan race, the area was vast, and the buildings were massive, but the shops themselves weren’t anything special.
There were basic equipment and consumables shops, and the rest were mostly mundane daily necessities stores of little significance.
It felt like they’d only recently begun accepting civilization after starting interactions with other races.
‘As expected.’
But Rokan didn’t fully drop his guard.
He scoured every inch of the village, even buying a map, and spread his Gale Wings to circle the surroundings completely.
That’s when he found an altar hidden in a slightly remote spot.
They’d been hiding a blade behind their innocent facade.
“I almost fell for it for a second. My bad.”
“Ah, that’s......”
Spotting Rokan heading for the altar, a few Titans gathered.
Their heavy footsteps shook the ground like an earthquake, but Rokan’s flight speed with his various mobility skills was just a bit faster.
[You have discovered the Altar of Gale Wind.]
“......What?”
But as he swung his battle axe to destroy it, the notification made Rokan stagger.
Altar of Gale Wind? Gale Wind was supposed to be the Titans’ enemy and object of terror, wasn’t it?
Even after all this time......?
“Ha, found it.”
The belatedly arriving Titans scratched their heads sheepishly.
They fidgeted like girls caught with an embarrassing secret and continued.
“Truth is, we know. You’re Rokan, the apostle of that one!”
“Uh, not an apostle.”
It seemed they’d misunderstood the “Descendant of Gale Wind” title, but he got the gist.
For some reason, these Titans worshipped Gale Wind, so they showed extreme favor to Rokan, who wielded his sacred gear and inherited part of his power.
But he still needed an explanation.
Why would Titans, who’d been slaughtered by Gale Wind’s hands, worship him as a god?
“Hehe, we knew you’d find it anyway. So, um......”
“......?”
Rokan pointed out the error, but the Titans were already ignoring him.
It reminded him of the savage warriors who’d mistaken him for Gale Wind himself, and he shook his head. Then the Titans sheepishly made one request.
“Fight me.”
[Challenge from a Titan][Quest]
Gale Wind devotees and born warriors, the Titans have challenged you, the successor of Gale Wind.
Defeat them.
However, this duel is a deathmatch that ends only when one takes the other’s life.
-Success Condition: Win the duel against the Titan
-Success Reward: Titan affinity and reputation maxed out, standard experience
-Failure Penalty: Titan affinity and reputation greatly reduced
‘A deathmatch, but max affinity and rep?’
Rokan checked the quest info and made a baffled face.
A deathmatch meant it only ended by killing the opponent, yet killing the Titan would max out their affinity and rep? Even if they revered strength, wasn’t this a bit much?
“Fine. Let’s do it.”
He found it ridiculous but grinned anyway. No reason to pass up such sweet loot.
“Wooooaaah!”
The Titans cheered in unison at his acceptance.
Like it was a festival, they let out bizarre yells, gathered the villagers, and moved en masse to somewhere.
“Where’s this......?”
It was a training ground. But uniquely natural—not artificially leveled, but formed from Titans clashing against each other.
Since it had withstood Titan-on-Titan collisions, it should handle Rokan versus a Titan just fine.
Rokan could go all out without worry.
“So, who’s my opponent?”
“Me! It’s me!”
“No, me!”
“I called first!”
When Rokan showed he was ready to start immediately, the Titans bickered among themselves. Left alone, they’d probably start fighting each other.
“Cut it out. Who’s the strongest among you?”
Rokan stepped in directly. Beating some half-baked warrior wouldn’t cut it anyway, so he sought their strongest.
Wouldn’t that net more experience and divinity?
“Ehehe! Me first!”
“Woo, Shironbel’s strong. But I’m strong too!”
“Then I’m next!”
He’d worried about disputes, but thankfully, their top dog was already decided.
The strutting Titan and the disappointed ones.
From the chatter, though, this wouldn’t end with one round.
[Titan Clan Leader Shironbel][Lv 462]
Level-wise, Majesty Master tier. But on the lower end for one.
Probably due to few conflicts in the neutral zone, but no room for complacency.
The guy could wield divinity, and above all, he was a Titan.
Even without divinity, their race was considered the strongest among peers, so Rokan needed more prep.
“Set adversary: Titan.”
[Adversary has been set.]
[Adversary: Titan confirmed. Adversary can be changed in 168 hours.]
[All attack power and defense against Titans increased by 30%.]
Adversary set immediately. Rokan, already boasting Titan-exclusive max attack power via Gale Wind’s Battle Axe and title effects, saw his offense explode.
At this level, he could overwhelm them in a no-divinity fight without Gale Wind Incarnation or Berserk.
‘The issue’s divinity.’
He was confident in pure domination, but the key was divinity usage.
Unclear how well the guy wielded it or in what way, but unless he matched First King of Nothingness Kalton’s level, victory might come surprisingly easy.
“Shall we start?”
“Good. Here I come!”
The duel began. Despite Rokan’s higher level, Shironbel struck first.
THUD. WHOOSH!
Shironbel stomped and launched forward, swinging his held mace.
Rokan’s all-piercing eyes assessed it: merely Unique-grade, but amplified by Titan stats, it became a weapon of destruction.
“Gale Wind Incarnation, Full-Body Supremacy!”
Rokan didn’t underestimate and activated his skill in response.
No divinity mixed in, but given the power, he figured full effort was warranted.
CLANG!
Battle axe met mace in midair.
Red sparks flew as the mace rebounded.
Strength favored Rokan. But Shironbel showed no surprise or fear.
“Rokan strong. Coming again!”
If anything, as if it was natural for Gale Wind’s successor, he poured more power into relentless mace swings.
CLANG, clang clang clang!
Blunt versus blade. Direct clashes naturally disadvantaged the blade, but each collision hurt Shironbel more.
No major skills from either made it a probing phase, but in physical prowess and control, Rokan held clear superiority.
Shironbel’s arms bounced back with every hit, and as clashes piled up, attacks came solely from Rokan.
Durability issue? Not for Gale Wind’s Battle Axe.
Even defending looked taxing—the offense-defense dynamic was clear—but Shironbel kept smiling.
Proving his born warrior nature, the clan’s top fighter was enjoying being pushed.
“Rokan, now the real deal!”
Finally, he started using skills.
‘Dangerous.’
Terrifying power dwelled in the mace.
No flashy moves, but speed and destructive force overwhelmed that flaw.
BOOM!
Rokan’s dodged strike hit the ground, splitting it like an earthquake.
Even the spectating Titans momentarily lost balance from the sheer power.
“Blood Awakening.”
In response to his seriousness, Rokan answered in kind.
The Titan blood latent in his veins and the power of countless subjugated races boiled up.
“Power of the Ancestors!”
Watching, Shironbel activated his creation skill.
He overlaid himself with records of the ancient ancestors’ power.
The true duel began.