Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: The Greatest Tutorial (2)
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In that sense, the "normal" grade title "Born Fighter" was utterly insignificant to Rokan, but it was still quite useful to him right now.
He couldn't level up, and he was at a disadvantage in all stats, so it was far better than nothing. It would serve as the foundation for even greater achievements.
‘If only I could level up, I could've sliced them all to pieces…….’
But then again, the same would apply to the others.
Rokan smacked his lips in regret before stealthily beginning to move again.
His next target was the general store.
‘Damn it, again?’
Rokan's face twisted as he approached the general store.
Just like at the weapon shop, goblins were gathered in front of it, chattering away. This time, there were five of them.
He had obtained a weapon, but that didn't make him invincible. With his current stamina, a few blind stabs would put him in danger, and his ranged attack options were limited.
There were more weapons at the weapon shop, but he had only taken one main weapon and two throwing hand axes.
He could have grabbed a few more backups using his inventory, but he held back to avoid the weight gauge slowing him down.
He never imagined it would come back to bite him like this.
‘At least they don't have paralyzing darts.’
The silver lining was that they had no ranged weapons.
The goblins' most terrifying feature was the paralyzing darts they shot from long blowpipes, but that was for the main game. The developers had some conscience, apparently—the goblins in the tutorial were armed only with hand knives and leather armor.
Of course, that was still plenty dangerous for the average player.
As Rokan spied on them from hiding, something caught his eye.
‘That's……’
A hole leading into the general store.
He had thought his luck was rotten with five goblins blocking the front, but apparently, it wasn't meant to be.
‘Lucky break.’
Rustle……
Rokan circled behind them, avoiding their eyes, and crawled through the hole into the general store.
He swept up every item inside.
‘This should do it……’
Three lowest-grade health potions and two each of lowest-grade enhancement potions for the various types. Ones that boosted strength, stamina, and agility. To Rokan right now, they were more precious than gold.
The last item was a lowest-grade flame resistance scroll. In this inferno where his health was steadily draining just from standing still, it would help him endure.
‘Not yet.’
His already low health was dropping by 1 at regular intervals, but Rokan held off.
The lowest-grade flame resistance scroll lasted 10 minutes. His base health was 100, and the "intense heat" effect drained 1 health every 20 seconds, so even after 20 minutes, he'd have 40 health left. Plus, he had lowest-grade health potions that restored 40 health over 10 seconds, so he wasn't in immediate danger without using it now.
He'd save it for "that moment."
Gulp, gulp, gulp……
Instead, he downed the lowest-grade enhancement potions one after another. They were ridiculously expensive to buy, but the portions were tiny—like bird feed—so one swig each was plenty.
The moment he finished the enhancements, Rokan's eyes turned predatory.
Goblins were no longer fearsome predators. They were just easy prey.
"Hup."
Whish!
Hand axes flew one after another from Rokan, his eyes those of a predator.
"Kiek!"
"Kyak!"
The two hand axes pierced the foreheads and throats of goblins that had been loafing around. It was ghostly precise.
"Kekekuk!"
Three goblins left.
Not an easy number, but Rokan charged confidently, taunting them in words they couldn't understand.
"Come at me, you runts!"
"Kek! Kek!"
Insults were universally understood, even without knowing the language.
As the excited goblins lunged one by one, a crude axe appeared in Rokan's empty hand. The "Lumberjack's One-Handed Axe" from the weapon shop.
When he first gripped it, his strength stat was too low for penalties, but after chugging the enhancement potions, he could wield it freely now.
"Hmph, how dare you!"
A nimble goblin struck first with its hand knife, but their reaches differed.
Crack!
Rokan, having calculated its speed and position, swung his axe and crushed its skull.
That was it. It stopped moving, and Rokan recovered his axe for the next one.
Rokan hadn't charged in a blind rage. He was seizing advantageous terrain for multi-foe combat—using the general store entrance.
"Perfect!"
Securing the ideal position at the entrance, Rokan shivered faintly at the metallic blood scent and the heavy feel in his palms. Overwhelming ecstasy washed over him from this sensation he'd craved for three months.
"Come on!"
He flashed a demonic grin at the goblins.
‘Still got a ways to go.’
Rokan butchered all five goblins in a flash. Thanks to "Battle Frenzy," they charged mindlessly without fleeing.
This was both an advantage and flaw of the tutorial. Great when you had the upper hand, terrifying when overwhelmed.
Yet Rokan, unscathed after taking down five, wore a dissatisfied expression. Compared to his movements as the King of Violence, this was crawling.
Moreover, his body had rusted more than expected during those three months offline. It'd take a bit more time to move perfectly as intended.
[Amazing feat! You perfectly defeated stronger foes and multiples.]
[Acquired title "Heavenly Fighter."]
[You are the first to acquire this title.]
[First][Heavenly Fighter][Magic]
Your talent for perfectly defeating multiples stronger by 3+ levels is heavenly.
You are the first to acquire this title.
[Effects]
-Strength +3
-Agility +3
-Critical hit chance +5% when fighting 5+ enemies
"Whoa, first-acquisition bonus too."
This was a "Magic" grade title. Normally "Superior," but first-time and perfect—no hits taken—upgraded it and its effects.
Without perfect or first, it'd just be +2 strength and agility.
"This…… is honey."
The special first-acquisition effect was solid too. Only for multi-foe fights, but critical hit chance was one he'd favored even in his past life.
But it was too early to relax. He'd only taken down seven goblins so far, and over twenty still roamed the village.
‘And that one.’
What bugged him most was the goblins' leader, the Armed Goblin.
Downgraded for tutorial, but still at least level 10. Plus, decent iron armor as its name implied.
Even for beginner zone, that was death-god level early on. Lowest-grade enhancements wouldn't even let him fight evenly.
Even Tolkin had challenged it, lost multiple times, and bypassed it to clear the tutorial.
‘And he declared it wasn't meant to be killed.’
No one succeeded despite offers of huge bounties and guild scouting for proof videos.
Rokan agreed. He'd only seen tutorial videos since skipping it, but clearly, no level 1 could take it.
‘Average player would need level 15 for 1v1.’
But that was later. Now, focus on thinning goblin numbers.
‘13 minutes so far. Still good.’
Moving cautiously had eaten time, but okay. Enhancements lingered, barely.
Save the last set for the plan, but he'd done well.
‘Isolated ones first.’
Target set, Rokan quickly scouted.
Lured groups to buildings for hunts, ambushed singles or pairs.
By the time the first enhancement set wore off, only sixteen goblins remained.
Fourteen down, sixteen left.
Arithmetic said the last lowest-grade enhancement set could finish them.
Armed Goblin always had 5+ escorts, so dodging them meant 25 total goblins feasible.
Tolkin got famous for three extra.
But Rokan wouldn't settle. Stealing that feat mattered, but for his path, he needed more.
‘17 minutes. Time's so-so……’
Regulating breath, scanning positions, Rokan's face hardened.
Armed Goblin's path was off.
It headed straight for the building hiding Mark.
"Damn!"
Mark's 0-minute hide wasn't fixed. Average only—varied by goblin search patterns.
Even so, over 10 minutes early was too much.
"Freaking system."
Had to be developer meddling. Like they slathered honey on Mark—they sniffed him out uncannily. Discovery inevitable.
‘Let's do it.’
No choice. Execute the plan, sink or swim.
Gulp, gulp, gulp!
Rokan chugged enhancements on the spot. Feeling his body heat up, he stepped onto their path.
Whish! Thunk, thud!
Instead of futile hits on Armed Goblin, he threw hand axes to thin minions.
"Kweek!"
Minion beside it dropped—Armed Goblin whipped around, furious.
Clang!
Rokan hurled a picked-up stone at it. Barely damaged the helmet, but perfectly aggroed.
"Kweeek!"
At the enraged Armed Goblin's cry, all nearby goblins pursued him.
But Rokan already turned away, fleeing as predicted.
"Chahat!"
Not just that. Threw inventory stones to pull inattentive goblins, maintained aggro on chasers.
Battle Frenzy meant pursuit to death anyway—insurance.
Cumbersome axe already inventoried.
Suddenly playing tag with over a dozen goblins.
"Eek!"
Running till his mouth tasted blood, Rokan spotted a goblin ahead and veered.
Enhancements let him one-shot its head, but delay cost more. That urgent.
Lowest-grade agility enhancement kept distance now, but end meant gradual catch-up.
‘Got it!’
And then, the core of Rokan's plan appeared.