Chapter 399
Chapter 399
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 399
Chapter Title: Majesty Master (2)
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Crack-crack-crack-crack!
The Dragon Heart shattered into pieces, flooding Rokan with an immense surge of divinity.
[You have leveled up.]
“Nice.”
Dragons carried an incredible amount of experience just by virtue of their race, but considering how much he'd been lacking, it seemed the steady hunting after the Red Dragon, the Ranking Battle missions, and soloing that Monster Wave had added up nicely.
His experience bar had barely nudged to the end, granting him one level.
Level 446. Just two more levels, and he could use the Level-Up Elixir to challenge for Majesty Master promotion.
And Rokan still had the Gold Dragon, Soul Orb, and Essence of Strength left.
Splash!
Rokan burst out from inside the Blue Dragon's crumbling body.
Unable to use skills, he'd had to hack his way out like digging a tunnel with his axe, but his overwhelming strength made short work of it.
When he finally emerged, the one who'd been waiting to thank him for avenging their kin spoke up.
“Human, thank you so much. Thanks to you, I could avenge my family and tribe.”
“Ugh... no problem...”
Rokan's body froze as he fully pulled free from the Blue Dragon's corpse and saw him.
Was it because she was so breathtakingly beautiful even a dragon would fall for her?
No, the opposite.
[High Orc Warrior Label][Lv 408]
‘An orc? And a male one at that!’
High Orc might be the race name, but it didn't change the appearance much.
The limbs were a bit longer, and instead of bulky muscles, it was packed with lean ones, but anyone could tell at a glance it was an orc.
The face? Same story. In the orc world or monster world, who knew, but to Rokan the human, it was just a pig-faced orc.
And male.
He'd assumed that since the dragon had fallen for it and lusted after its body, it had to be a beautiful female of some elegant race like human or elf. A male?
‘I knew it could go either way as a hermaphrodite... but then, was the Blue Dragon male or female?’
Rokan grimaced, imagining things, then gave up thinking further. Neither option was pleasant.
‘Struck the reverse scale, huh.’
Glancing over at Sahillan's corpse, Rokan understood why the dragon had gone berserk.
That High Orc must have stabbed the dragon's weak spot, the reverse scale.
“Ahem, could you tell me about where that submerged village is? I think I can help.”
“Yes? But it's already underwater...”
“If it's water manipulation, I can handle that.”
“Ahh...!”
At those words, he burst into tears like no orc should, probably picturing his submerged tribe.
“Could you take me with you?”
“Hmm, alright.”
Truth be told, Rokan wasn't keen, but he couldn't risk refusal leading to the orc withholding info.
To loot Sahillan's abandoned lair, he needed its location first, and relying solely on the Compass of Desire would take too long to pinpoint.
“That way.”
But Rokan didn't fully trust him.
The orc claimed he'd avenged him, but who believed monsters at face value?
He hopped on with Kai transformed into a great peng, but used Binding Spell to secure the orc for the trip.
Moments later, they reached the spot he indicated.
“...Here?”
The scene before them was nothing like what he'd heard.
A submerged village and massive lake? Sure.
“But this is a major tribe, isn't it?”
The orcs massacred? Doubtful.
Dead and replaced by new orcs? Maybe, but an enormous horde worthy of a great tribe had built a fortress around the lake and were living there.
What was going on? Rokan landed, keeping an eye on the High Orc.
“Humans!”
“And one of ours!”
Their arrival stirred the fortress.
Given the aggressive nature, they should've charged, but Kai's great peng intimidation, plus the High Orc—a superior race—kept them from blindly attacking.
“Chwik! Bring your chieftain!”
The High Orc bellowed at them.
Having lived with the dragon, soaked in its scent and mana, the orcs couldn't resist and fetched the fortress lord as ordered.
“Label, why are you here?!”
‘What? This reaction?’
The chieftain was even someone Rokan recognized.
Label, same High Orc race.
But the reaction was off. Not joy, but fear. The reason soon came from his mouth.
“You can't be here. If he finds out...!”
“No worries. He's dead.”
“What? Really?”
“Yes. This one took him down.”
“Ahh, why would he do such a thing...!”
“...?”
The inside story from his tribesman was shocking.
Sahillan had indeed flooded the orc village and built his lair below, but the orcs' survival instincts let most learn to swim and escape.
Only those who resisted to defend the village, grabbing weapons, died.
Even then, after Label was taken, no one resisted, so casualties were nil.
Plus, Sahillan, fond of Label, moved lairs soon after—not long after settling—fearing Label would dwell on his dead kin and family here.
As a bonus, he handed territorial control to the surviving orcs.
Drawn by the dragon's mana, powerful monsters gathered, but with delegated dragon authority, even they could control stronger races.
“But now he's dead, so no way to control them.”
“You sold me out? How could you...!”
Label reeled from the tale—panic, rage, despair.
He'd never stopped thinking of his tribe's anger and revenge, yet they'd sold him for protection.
While Label reeled from the unexpected truth, Rokan slipped away with Kai.
‘Under the lake, right?’
Their infighting or the whole range in chaos? Not his problem.
Their exp was tempting, sure, but rallying them would take time, so hitting the lair first wasn't bad.
He equipped Sea Prince's Cape and Sea God's Trident, then dove into the lake.
House raiding.
To claim Sahillan's legacy.
“Hmm, something's gotta be here.”
Abandoned fresh like a farmer skipping town, even the entrance guardians were shoddy.
Under a lake with orcs controlling the area, no point in guardians? Or just didn't care anymore?
Recalling Sahillan's final state, Rokan figured the latter as he scoured the lair.
“Oh?”
Shoddy, but still a dragon's lair.
Mountains of dazzling gold coins, warehouses stuffed with gear and items.
Dumping this could re-equip several major guilds.
Even stuff rolling underfoot was Unique-grade minimum—value immense.
“This is why you hunt dragons.”
Rokan packed it all into his inventory without hesitation. When he exited the lair and lake, the lakeside was ablaze.
Monsters, long suppressed by the longtime orc and dragon overlords, had clashed.
Individual power varied, but for the orcs, it was winnable.
Peaceful times focused on breeding; many strong orcs born.
Hunting in groups, trolls, ogres, drakes—they could handle any without alliance.
“Peace lasted too long.”
Paradoxically, that peace doomed them.
New generations lost ferocity, edge dulled. Like they'd forgotten their own kind.
Fleeing winnable fights, losing sure ones.
Old guard like Label fought hard, but lines were clearly buckling.
“Can't just watch.”
So Rokan stepped in.
Monsters buffeting like a buffet? No forking in would be rude.
“Whirlwind Incarnation, Blood Awakening, Martial Soul Awakening!”
“Ahh, human...!”
Splash!
The merciless slaughter began.
First victims: the orcs.
High-level, numerous, yet pathetic—begging help against rising bloodlust monsters? As if.
Before others ate, Rokan charged, cleaving orcs.
Orc or High Orc—none mattered. None could match him.
Even old fighters, dulled by peace and hearing he'd slain the dragon, had fear seeded.
That day, one great orc tribe was wiped out.
Monsters eyeing their spot, seeking revenge for oppression, followed.
Only Rokan remained.
Piling massive exp, he grinned in satisfaction.
“Whew, filthy amounts.”
Monsters plentiful, but exp needed even more.
Tens of thousands slaughtered, bar not half full.
No 450s, but still excessive.
“Nothing but hope for the payoff.”
Majesty Master would bring sweeter rewards than the grind.
“One day left.”
Counting days, Rokan's voice grew tense.
One day till the pact with Mortal Realm kings.
Dump it all and level slow? Wasteful.
Kings coveted it—better for him to take than give.
‘Just reach Majesty Master.’
Then things would flow smoothly.
Long-term, those kings were foes, prey—boosting them risky.
If one unified Mortal Realm and neared godhood while he powered up, headaches galore.
“No choice but to hurry.”
One answer.
One day. Gain 1.5 levels.
Exp needs skyrocketed near 450, but he had to try.
Auction day was one day out, but dodging and cutting contact could buy days more.
Time attack.
A stopwatch ticked in Rokan's mind.