Chapter 397
Chapter 397
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 397
Chapter Title: Ranking War - Main Round (4)
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Overwhelming domination.
What else could describe this situation?
The rankers and spectators were under a misunderstanding, but the production crew hadn't applied any special "bossification" to Rokan.
He was just a pure user—no bonuses to health, defense, attack power, or anything like that.
Yet the outcome was utterly devastating.
Rankers, including a bunch of apostles, were mercilessly butchered, and their all-out resistance didn't land even a scratch.
It wasn't a walk in the park either—Rokan kept up the slaughter without sparing them a glance.
‘This is pretty good.’
[Blood Slaughter effect: Absorbing some power from the apostle of the Star God.]
[Blood Slaughter effect: Absorbing some power from the apostle of the Iron God.]
[Blood Slaughter effect: Absorbing some power from the apostle of the God with the Heart of a Snake....]
In terms of experience, it was barely noticeable. Rankers or not, there wasn't a single level 400 among them—just a bunch of small fry.
But when he cleaved through the apostles and bathed in their blood, an unexpected effect kicked in. The Blood Slaughter skill drank in the blood and siphoned off bits of the apostles' divinity contained within.
Fragments of various divinities piled up inside Rokan's body.
[Infinite Arena Final Round Result: Monster Victory.]
Savoring it, he swung his battle axe for a good while until the verdict came down.
A total rout—no surprises, no hitches, just pure dominance.
The rankers were wiped out, losing every reward they'd racked up through round 4.
[Victory rewards distributed.]
[Acquired 10,000,000 coins.]
[Acquired Item Evolution Kit.]
[Impossible feat! You have defeated 1,000 rankers single-handedly.]
[Acquired title 'Invincible Alone.']
[Invincible Alone][Legend]
You triumphed over 1,000 rankers. Your unbeatable valor will go down in legend.
This title drops to Epic grade if you lose in the Ranking War.
[Effects]
-All attacks, defense, and resistances against users +10%
-Random stat boost for every victory against a user
-All accumulated stat boosts reset and title grade drops upon death by a user
But for every loser, there's a winner.
Rokan, who stepped up as the final boss, earned rewards and a title for taking down 1,000 rankers.
Strictly speaking, it was only about 700, but the system counted every single participant from the start of the Infinite Arena and granted him that power.
A grandiose name: Invincible Alone.
Just like its Legend grade, it carved a legendary record into Rokan's name.
‘A title that vanishes if you die even once....’
Dropping a grade meant it became an entirely different title—basically, deletion.
‘Just don't die.’
Rokan didn't dwell on it. Simple as that, right?
Plus, a random stat boost every win against a user? Where else do you find an option that sweet?
Wearing a satisfied grin, he eyed the title, then shifted to what might be the real prize right now.
[Item Evolution Kit][Legend]
A kit that evolves a chosen item by one grade. Can upgrade up to Legend grade max, adding new options or enhancing existing ones upon evolution.
The Item Evolution Kit.
Rokan hadn't cared much about carving up third-rate rankers, but he'd volunteered as boss precisely for this reward.
Sure, there was the Legend-grade cap, but anyone could tell you how vital and rare it was to level up a main item.
He activated it carefully and poured its power into the item he'd already decided on.
“Item Evolution. Compass of Desire.”
Whirrrrr.
Rokan's pick was the Compass of Desire.
Some kind of energy seeped into the Epic-grade Compass of Desire, and it began emitting a brilliant glow.
From Epic to Legend. A full grade upgrade.
‘It's not like it has to be gear.’
If he'd used it on equipment, he'd have gotten a solid power spike, no doubt.
Of course.
Even a modest boost, or if it added percentage-based attack or stat options, he'd have turned into an absolute monster.
But Rokan figured he didn't need more attack power or stats right now.
What he needed was decent prey.
To hit Majesty Master before time ran out, it wasn't raw power he lacked—it was hunting grounds.
Dragons, specifically.
The Compass of Desire couldn't pick up divinity-based powers yet, but what if it hit Legend grade? Might it detect what it couldn't before?
‘Like a dragon's lair.’
Confirming the upgrade, Rokan tested it right away.
He stoked his desire to locate a Gold Dragon's lair.
Whirrrrr.
The Compass of Greed spun wildly. A failed detection, spinning endlessly?
Just as disappointment flickered across his face, the needle locked onto a direction.
‘Nailed it.’
He'd succeeded in pinpointing a Gold Dragon's lair—something impossible until now.
A smug smile crept across Rokan's lips.
He summoned another desire to check somewhere else.
Whirrrrr.
“Oh, no way—this works?”
Success again. But this time, he stared at the needle with even more shock.
The desire he'd summoned: the location of a Blue Dragon that didn't live in water.
Sure, it had lightning attributes too, but a water-main Blue Dragon not in the water? Sounded like the hunting difficulty just plummeted.
It only gave direction, but Rokan's mouth stretched from ear to ear.
‘Bag this one, then the Gold Dragon.... I might actually hit Majesty Master.’
On top of that, he had the Soul Orb and Essence of Power as his last bastion. If he fell just a hair short on experience, he'd gulp them all down to reach level 448, then chug a Level-Up Potion.
And if that worked....
‘Fame, factions—who gives a damn? No one lays a finger on me. I'll crush that bat boss punk too.’
Rokan was dead certain.
He already knew the secrets of Majesty Master divinity—better than anyone—so he could build and grow his world faster than the rest.
Divinity growth meant level-ups and power surges.
He already cooked average Majesty Masters alive. If he fully mastered divinity on top of that, who could stand against him?
Who knew. Unless gods with thrones intervened personally, probably no one.
Apostles might sit above Grand Master, but wielding a scrap of borrowed divinity was worlds apart from truly owning it. An uncrossable gulf.
“Three days. I'll wrap it up by then.”
Rokan's eyes blazed.
He unfurled his map, gauged the direction, and hopped cities with the Rainbow Teleporter.
“......Huh?”
Finally, he narrowed it down to a rough spot.
“It can't be busted, right?”
He'd zeroed in, but the location was off.
A Blue Dragon lair—at least near a lake, right? But this was just open plains.
Not even a lightning-prone spot like the Grounds of Judgment. No mountains or caves fit for a lair.
Rokan suspected the Compass of Desire was glitching.
“Magic?”
Or maybe cloaked in illusion magic.
“But nah....”
Still, the terrain felt weird.
All farmland. An illusion couldn't fake the crop yields without slip-ups.
He scoured nearby villages for intel, but zilch on dragons.
“If I had to nitpick, bumper crops every year for a while now....”
Lately, perfectly timed rain and wind leading to back-to-back good harvests.
But dragons and farming? Dragons weren't harvest gods.
“Damn it. Guess I gotta pound pavement.”
No choice—Rokan started trekking blindly. Follow the needle, keep marching till the goal showed.
He'd get there eventually.
“What the....”
Eyes glued to the compass as he walked forever, something new happened.
Twirl.
The needle he'd followed for ages suddenly tipped and swung a full 90 degrees the other way.
Not a subtle, gradual correction—a sharp snap.
Then it hit him.
“Ah, it was the dragon's location, not the lair?”
His desire had been for the Blue Dragon's position, not its habitat.
Meaning the direction could shift if the target moved.
“Shit.”
Flap!
Rokan instantly spread his Wings of Storm Wind. If it flew off far, it'd be a nightmare.
Clutching the redirected compass, he bolted full tilt.
“......What in the world is going on?”
A short chase later, Rokan was baffled again.
He'd fretted it flew to some city, but he arrived at.... a tiny farmhouse.
No illusion magic in sight, no matter how he looked.
‘A Blue Dragon living in a dump like that?’
Even a hatchling wouldn't fit. Farmhouse plus barn was too cramped, and the mana vibe inside was laughably weak.
‘Is it actually broken?’
Rokan couldn't help but agonize.
Something was definitely wrong.
Twitch.
Then, the Compass of Desire's needle gave a tiny quiver.
Creeeak.
At the same moment, a man pushed open the farmhouse door.
“......!”
Looked like the homeowner.
Rokan's face turned sly at the man's sea-blue hair.
Polymorph could fake a humanoid form, but hair color was a hard rule—you couldn't change it.
Unless bald, this was ironclad proof.
And as proof, the man's face shifted upon spotting Rokan.
“Storm Wind Incarnation, Blood Awakening, Unyielding Awakening!”
“......Incarnation.”
Matching Rokan's surge of power and madness, a surge of deep blue mana erupted as he charged.
He transformed into a massive blue dragon and barreled toward Rokan's body.