Chapter 383
Chapter 383
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 383
Chapter Title: White Dragon (1)
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‘Even a third-rate could give it a shot once they hit level 400.’
Rokan’s assessment was cold and clear.
Even if it was just a standard class, reaching level 400 would let them mix it up plenty with the apostles or whatever.
Of course, if the apostles had also hit level 400, the fight wouldn’t be a cakewalk, but it wouldn’t be an unwinnable mismatch either.
As long as they understood creation skills and themselves, they could smash those apostle bastards anytime—that was his judgment.
Sure, to have some real breathing room, they’d need to rack up a few grand achievements for bonus stats and attack power, and if the apostles had a bunch of those too, it’d be tough, but unless those top-tier guys became apostles, they wouldn’t have gone that far.
‘Not that it matters to me anyway.’
Even if they did, it wouldn’t compare to him.
That’s why Rokan decided to watch and wait a bit longer.
Jumping in now to check them might help down the line, but better to hit level 450 before they reached 400.
Once he mastered Majesty, apostles or hordes of them wouldn’t stand a chance.
“Heavenly Rune Book, use.”
Leaving the commotion behind, Rokan set off again.
He’d friended the Korean guild leaders to keep tabs on any crazy moves from the Americans or Russians, so if shit really hit the fan, they’d call him.
Losing a few outposts wouldn’t hurt him much anyway, so a slight delay in response was no big deal.
Back to the free city.
His plan to level up by wiping out the titans had gone sideways, so he needed new prey.
“The nagas would’ve been the easiest……”
For starters, Rokan scanned the nearby races with outposts. Titans and nagas, insect folk—familiar faces—but plenty of unfamiliar ones too.
Among them, the nagas still looked easiest.
Thanks to his All Poisons Immunity title, their biggest weapon, poison, was nullified, making them perfect hunting fodder. But he’d found them too late.
Most nagas hadn’t hit level 400.
Sure, some were there, but none at 450. Hunting them would just net scraps of EXP.
So, who to hunt? Something with big EXP payouts and numbers?
Scanning the race list, something caught Rokan’s eye.
“Oh ho, what’s this?”
Actually, off the list. Too few to count as a full race, lumped under misc—a name popped up.
“White Dragon, huh……”
Dragon. The lone king, the One-Armed Sovereign.
He’d taken it down twice before: once with Gao Khan’s help, once with his minions’.
And now, one was holed up nearby.
“Must be over there.”
Looking up, he spotted its lair without needing his Compass of Desire.
The area was barren, but not freezing—yet one mountain was blanketed in snow.
No doubt the White Dragon’s freeze powers at work.
“Think I can take it?”
Reading its details, Rokan ran simulations in his head.
Comparing himself to the White Dragon.
Level 457. A Majesty Master with demigod strength.
He’d smashed plenty of level 450s, so it seemed doable—but it was a dragon.
Dragons punched above their level; that was standard.
So, treat it as at least Majesty Master tier.
The Green Dragon Samalian he’d hunted with Gao Khan was 463, but they’d struck first while it slept.
Plus, Gao Khan’s Majesty Master-plus power made it possible.
Rokan wasn’t weaker now, but he was solo.
Demon troops, spirits—plenty of assets, but distance made them useless.
To hunt it for real, he’d solo the guardians, raid the lair, then face the dragon head-on.
“Sounds fun.”
Failure meant paying for pissing off a dragon, but worth a shot.
He had Dragon Slayer title and Archrival’s cheat effect.
Set that on the titan to the dragon, given time, and he’d shred its scales like paper.
“Let’s see who wins.”
Decision made, Rokan prepped.
He always kept supplies topped for solo wars, but soloing a dragon? Not enough.
Gathered special-effect items, stocked top potions and holy water, scouted nearby monsters—days flew by.
“Hm, time to head out.”
And the promised time arrived.
Before dragon hunting, handle the fire at his feet.
The auction with the famous realm kings.
They’d be pissed after one pass already, tough even for him—but he needed to stall again.
If the hunt failed, he’d bail to the famous realm.
Offer Soul Orbs and Power Essences, and any would welcome him.
White Dragon might chase and wreck shit, but it wouldn’t steal souls—just weather the storm.
So, Rokan passed the auction again on purpose.
“Passed again?!”
“You mocking us, you bastard?”
Predictable outrage.
Lure the famous realm kings for auction, then cancel over conditions? They’d blow up.
Especially after two weeks of prep to win this one.
“Calm down. The terms changed, didn’t they?”
“Khmm……”
But they couldn’t just bully him.
Unlike last time, he’d thrown in a ton of Power Essences too.
Soul Orbs mimicked them for famous realm folk, but the sheer volume upped the price naturally.
If they raged and he dumped it on an enemy? Disaster.
It wouldn’t boost rank, but meaningful divinity gains.
“Fine. Next auction when?”
“Fortnight. See you then. No adds or extras. And no lower rewards than today’s.”
“Got it.”
Auction passed twice now.
‘Master Majesty before then.’
They underestimated him, thinking a Majesty Master and famous realm king wouldn’t flake.
But Rokan would ditch it if needed.
Hit Majesty Master in a fortnight—or close—and better to power up himself.
Famous realm kings couldn’t leave easy, and one or two? Run or fight.
Divinity use lagged theirs, but he had ways to max it.
Exiting the famous realm, Rokan headed straight for the White Dragon’s lair.
“Dragon hunt? Blood’s pumping.”
But not alone.
He’d recruited mercenaries from nearby free cities—tons of them.
Many bailed hearing Majesty Master dragon, but Dragon Slayer title drew plenty.
Five hundred strong.
Not even 1% of the lair’s monsters, but all level 400+, meaningful.
“Gale Wind did it, we will too!”
Titans among them too.
Still mistaking him for Gale Wind’s apostle, lured by affinity and rep.
These, he trusted.
Their power was legit, no doubt.
If the dragon was just Carphago-tier, he’d end it with them alone.
“Let’s go.”
Rokan strode forward confidently.
***
Dragon lairs were natural fortresses.
Monsters drawn by draconic mana or subjugated formed walls—most couldn’t breach.
“Kra hahaha! Die!”
“Just small fry! Who dares face Hogrop?!”
But Rokan’s elite squad laughed it off.
Level 400 monsters everywhere, but 430+ heavies swarmed and pummeled—no contest.
Villages burned, monsters pulped and scattered.
Terror to some, now fleeing in terror.
Even dominated, survival trumped control.
[You have leveled up.]
No mercy for runners though.
Rokan was here to level and hunt the dragon.
He led the charge, slashing fleeing monsters.
Instead of straight to lair, circled wide, peeling back the monster curtain.
Dragon might rage out—perfect, skip guardians.
Skills blasted freely, levels climbing fast.