Chapter 382
Chapter 382
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 382
Chapter Title: Vampire Assault (4)
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“Not yet. It’s not the time. Wait.”
“Ah……”
A few let out sighs at Rokan's decision.
Given Rokan's usually belligerent personality, they had assumed he would dive right into the conquest war. So when he said the opposite, some showed clear disappointment.
“The national powers are all pretty much on par anyway. If they waste time and resources elsewhere in this situation, that’s something we should welcome.”
“But it might not take them much time, right?”
“Even if the difference is small now, if they finish colonizing and shift their focused trainees over to the colonies to push them further, we’ll quickly fall behind in top-tier power numbers.”
Rokan added that, but those in favor of invasion still seemed dissatisfied.
Truth be told, they had a point.
But.
“So, do you all here think you could beat me if you fought me together?”
“……”
Everyone was at a loss for words.
The fact that he had clashed with Russian users hadn’t spread widely yet, but even setting that aside, they lacked confidence.
Whether Expert or Master, how many had tried picking a fight with Rokan just because they were on the same level, only to get beaten down?
On top of that, now there was the gap between Master and Grand Master.
These people? They were the guild masters of major guilds, among the top players in Korea’s The Lord, but against Rokan…… Well, honestly, they’d rather avoid it.
“……No, we couldn’t.”
In the end, they answered with grim resignation.
“I can say this with certainty. Even if everyone here reached Grand Master right now, you still wouldn’t beat me. As you’ve felt climbing to Expert or Master, even within the same rank, proficiency gaps create massive differences in combat power. From what I’ve experienced, that gap is even wider at Grand Master.”
“But if more time passes, won’t a bunch of people build up enough proficiency to emerge?”
Despite Rokan's firm declaration, someone couldn’t let go and voiced their discontent in a hesitant tone.
Heh.
Rokan smirked.
“Don’t worry. By then, I’ll already have moved to the next stage. And by that time, the ones getting invaded will have changed.”
“Ah……!”
Only then did they seem to understand.
Rokan wasn’t backing down.
He was truly waiting for the right moment. The moment he reached a realm beyond Grand Master. And they could all sense it wasn’t far off.
‘Monster……’
No one except Rokan had even reached Grand Master yet, and he was already talking about the next realm? What the hell had he been up to in the Heavenly Realm?
As players active there themselves, they couldn’t help but feel awed. They had no choice but to follow.
A stage above Grand Master—that was equivalent to upper or top-tier demons, right? Even among celestials, it was castle lord level power.
With that realization, visions began forming in their minds.
Reaching that realm would grant power to handle crowds effortlessly, or subjugate multiple celestial or demon territories and use their NPC forces to invade other countries.
But none of them knew.
That Majesty Master was the realm of demigods.
“So, can I take that as you trusting me?”
“……Of course.”
By now, no one raised any more arguments.
He wasn’t saying no invasion at all—just to delay a bit longer.
And when the time came, the targets wouldn’t be weak nations but these very invaders. That fired them up.
They couldn’t leave a national showdown to one man alone, could they?
No, even if Rokan handled the offense solo, if they failed to hold the line when the enemy counterattacked, they’d have no face to show.
As leaders of Korea’s top guilds, they couldn’t bear the shame of sitting idly.
Preparation was needed.
They immediately sent guild messages with directives to their members.
1. No disputes on the surface world.
2. Focus solely on leveling up.
3. Open guild reserve funds. Hunt higher-level monsters without worrying about consumables.
This wasn’t the time to play it safe. While the enemy tied their shoelaces, it was time to surge ahead.
Korean players, already stung by pride from lagging in Heavenly Realm entry compared to foreigners, now burned with fierce determination in their eyes.
“Looks good.”
After the brief meeting, Rokan didn’t return to the Heavenly Realm right away. Instead, he patrolled the surface world.
Thanks to the orders from those major guild leaders, conflict zones quieted down, and players flocked to high-level hunting grounds and new map areas.
There were minor frictions with other guilds, but unusually, guild masters negotiated turns or yielded.
The discussion had been among major guild leaders, but the orders trickled down to their allied and sub-guilds.
Importantly, they made some allowances for individual players. They could have monopolized the hunting grounds, but perhaps wary of Rokan’s gaze, they didn’t go full takeover.
This phenomenon unfolded not just among humans but across all hunting grounds in the Golden Lion faction and Black Dragon Legion.
Korea as a whole wasn’t launching invasions but was silently gearing up for war.
No detailed explanations reached regular players or guild members, but they inferred it from other countries’ situations.
Something big was about to pop.
“This level of favoritism should be fine.”
The Heavenly Realm was no different.
Some chose celestials, some demons, but Rokan provided maximum benefits to Korean players.
He opened his demon territories for those under him.
For celestials and neutrals, he bridged connections via Gaokan to let them operate in his territories.
A small perk, perhaps, but hunting from a safe base alone slashed consumable costs and skyrocketed efficiency.
With that done, Rokan finally boarded the rainbow teleporter.
Even though real-time info circulated via community sites, he wanted to confirm with his own eyes.
Each country’s forces and strategies.
“This…… They’re no match.”
Rokan’s eyes widened as he filtered lists of countries embroiled in invasion wars, teleporting in order to observe the battles.
“Worse than I thought?”
He knew the power gaps between the nations were clear, but seeing it firsthand, the combat disparity was overwhelming.
Army against army? No need. US players operated elite squads against entire armies.
Leveraging level and skill gaps, they crushed with sheer force.
“That guy’s the reason.”
Watching from afar, Rokan’s eyes narrowed at the figure leading the US elite squad.
A user Rokan hadn’t seen before.
“Shooting Star!”
“Call of Star!”
“Magic Force of Galaxy!”
BOOM!
The sight was ridiculous. Spellcasters often looked that way, but swinging a star-shaped wand made him look like a magical girl.
And he was a burly Western man.
Still, his destructive power was top-notch. Each skill obliterated chunks of enemy forces.
Some rivaled Kai’s red meteor in might, even startling Rokan a bit.
“A secret weapon or something?”
When Rokan massacred US players on a Russian guild’s request, he hadn’t just killed guild masters.
He targeted them and the most prominent figures, yet this rampaging guy wasn’t on that list.
Either hidden or a sudden riser.
They might have kept him secret, or he emerged upon hitting Master level.
Even in his past life, some skyrocketed with a few good skill draws.
But Rokan watched him closely.
Too many high-power skills for luck alone, and his truth-piercing eyes spotted text above the guy’s head.
[Child of the Stars Sorakan][Lv 376]
Nicknames before names weren’t rare. Special titles or high fame changed them often.
Rokan himself probably had over a dozen by now, though he couldn’t see his own. Currently ‘King of Violence.’
‘That’s…… gotta be it, right?’
But ‘Child of the Stars’ was a nickname Rokan had never seen in past or present life.
And wielding that power at just Lv 376? Even with great Master skills, it didn’t add up.
“Apostle.”
So Rokan uttered another name.
Apostles. Those who received divine power and enacted gods’ wills.
In truth, glorified promoters to spread their names and amplify divinity.
He’d vaguely assumed they existed, but seeing one with his own eyes was a first for Rokan.
“Impressive, for sure.”
Observing from beyond others’ sight, Rokan gave a fairly positive assessment.
He spammed star power like he relied on it too much, but if efficient, no issue.
He was devastating the enemy lines like an airstrike.
If it granted nameless scrubs that power, the Apostle position deserved spotlight.
“Perfect for deception.”
Maybe accept the Apostle offer now?
No. Rokan had zero intention.
Why hand out power for free? Especially after hearing about divinity and the world, he distrusted the gods.
If he became Apostle then hit Majesty Master and gained a ‘world,’ whose would it be? Truly independent?
Like the vampire blood hierarchy, maybe unbreakable, auto-subordinate structure.
‘Pretty sure.’
No, he was certain.
Some might settle for that, but Rokan believed going solo was easier to reach the game’s end.
“Combat style sucks too.”
His fighting irked Rokan.
Maybe just this guy, but he abused Apostle power because it was strong?
Not combat—skill spam.
Fine against vastly weaker foes, but against equals or slight superiors?
A sneer crossed Rokan’s lips.
“Nothing more to see.”
As the battle ended, Rokan turned and returned to the Heavenly Realm.
Other countries probably had similar, but he deemed them not worth worrying over.