Chapter 402
Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 402
Chapter Title: Majesty Master (5)
A quest to track down and eliminate those possessing unstable divinity.
Juleep, who had proclaimed himself their guardian and imprisoned them, meant it was understandable that they would bring chaos to the world—but even for Rokan, the success rewards and failure penalties were enough to make him cock his head.
"Altered divinity?"
Hadn't that clearly been the 'Void'?
To be precise, it was a corrupted power that fell short of the Void itself, but it was similar enough that he couldn't dismiss it as merely a lesser version.
Yet the quest referred to it as a warped form of divinity.
Not in those exact words, but the rewards for smashing those things should naturally be tied to them, right?
"Or maybe it's a countermeasure of some sort?"
If not, it might be connected to the divinity resistance listed alongside it.
Could it reveal how to warp divinity in a way that resists the Void?
The Void was the natural counter to divinity, but if there truly were no way to oppose the Void with divinity, the world would have already been swallowed whole.
In fact, this explanation held more weight.
"Well, it doesn't matter to me either way."
Truth be told, neither option meant much to Rokan, who already held the title 'Embracer of the Void.'
With that, the Void's power couldn't inflict significant damage on him, and the dawn of an age of chaos? If that heralded a new world quest or episode, it might even be entertaining in its own right.
"Chasing them down wouldn't let me wipe them out right away anyway."
Would those startled and terrified bastards really be huddled nearby? They were more likely to hide first and calm their racing hearts.
Then they'd slowly extend their tentacles.
So instead of pursuing them immediately, Rokan proceeded with the plan he'd had in mind from the start.
To complete the world he'd planned.
He began gathering the components that would form it.
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"Is this enough?"
For three straight days, Rokan roamed the heavens without rest.
In each region, he hunted divine beasts, renowned magical creatures, and named monsters with bounties on their heads.
His path took him near outpost cities of the heavenly races—including celestials and demons—but this time, even Rokan steered clear of them.
What he wanted wasn't to weaken any particular faction; it was the powerful neutral monsters themselves.
By then, two days had passed since his appointed meeting with the kings of the Famous Realm, but he deliberately stayed far from their territories to avoid detection.
Notifications appeared about the kings' fury at his unilateral breach of promise and their search for him, but he paid them no mind.
Before their wrath could reach him, he too would ascend to Majesty Master.
"Their heads are gonna explode."
Rokan gazed at the piles of soul orbs, essences of power, spirit cores, and the like stacked before him, his face already heavy with the burden of a full belly and watering mouth—but there was no helping it.
He began popping them into his mouth one by one and swallowing them down like sticky rice cakes.
Of course, they melted away like cotton candy the moment they touched his tongue.
[You have used Soul Devourer to absorb a soul orb.]
[The soul and divinity contained in the soul orb have been absorbed into you.]
The soul orbs and power essences filling the surroundings showed no sign of vanishing no matter how many he devoured.
And with each one, he felt immense divinity steadily accumulating within him.
He could see why the kings of the Famous Realm coveted these so badly. No doubt they were seething with rage right now, hunting for him.
'But they'll all end up in my gut soon enough.'
Word was they'd unleashed their castle lord-level ghost subordinates upon the world.
Even so, tracking Rokan—who had meticulously erased his traces—would take them quite some time.
After stuffing himself full of soul orbs like that, Rokan shoved the power essences he'd collected from the surface down his throat next.
Finally, the cores and essences he'd gathered from across the heavens.
Only after swallowing them all did Rokan at last utter the command he'd been saving.
"World Construction."
Flash!
In that instant, light poured down upon Rokan.
A spotlight-like beam of holy radiance bathed him, guiding him to a new realm.
[You have obtained the qualifications of a demigod.]
[Use your divinity to construct a new world that will become your power.]
[The constructed world will supply you with divinity.]
[Depending on the world's development and composition, you can acquire unique divinity and authorities.]
[Current divinity held: 112,826,747]
Ascension to level 450.
But it didn't stop there—his qualifications were acknowledged, and the construction of a world just for him began.
'This is...'
In that moment, Rokan felt his body float up.
It wasn't just tossed a new world; there were bridge-like effects.
Like the first time logging in, he experienced an out-of-body sensation, drifting out from a massive tree-shaped world. His view zoomed out, and beside it, a tiny dot-like something began forming.
[World construction has begun.]
[You have been assigned World: A-00001.]
[You can change the world name later by consuming divinity.]
That was Rokan's world.
Surprisingly, it wasn't like the existing worlds composed of the surface, heavens, and such—it was a brand-new world, like a separate planet.
Still small, but now he owned a completely independent world.
[Please envision the settings and concepts for composing the world.]
[Please envision the regions, factions, and races for composing the world.]
[Please envision the tendencies of the major factions and races in the world.]
[Please set the primary race from which you will harvest divinity.]
From there, it was a process of building step by step according to the prompts.
Rokan took his time, carefully following the guidance to construct his world.
The basic framework mirrored The Lord's world. Like how Carlton created World: Murim, he could make something wildly unique—but after much deliberation, he concluded that special didn't always yield the best results.
After all, the world a demigod, a Majesty Master, constructed would become the source of their power.
He could draw on special powers from that world, create skills, abilities, or authorities nonexistent in The Lord—but just like with creation skills, nothing absurdly overpowered would emerge. Even if possible, they'd come with penalties like massive divinity consumption.
In that sense, Rokan built a world that was orthodox yet vividly reflected his own style.
'The concept is fantasy. A world with mana, demonic energy, and divine power. Races...'
[You have created the Heavenly Realm.]
[Divinity: 5,000,000 consumed.]
[You have created the Underworld.]
[Divinity: 5,000,000 consumed.]
[You have created the world's harmonizers: Dragon Race.]
[Divinity: 1,000,000 consumed.]
[You have applied game-like growth mechanics.]
[Divinity: 3,000,000 consumed.]
But it wasn't exactly like The Lord's world.
A few extra races appeared, and he added an underworld alongside the surface and heavens.
He treated each region like a stage, drawing on the knowledge and experience of an old-school gamer—what they called a hardcore vet—to craft a single game world.
With each creation and division, chunks of the divinity he'd amassed drained away.
It wasn't shrinking his expanded divinity vessel but merely expending some of the divinity inside—yet recovering it through his newly built world would clearly take a very long time.
He knew that full well, but Rokan didn't skimp on spending his divinity.
The minimum for demigod status was 10,000,000, and he held about eleven times that—but even so, it dwindled rapidly, dropping below half.
'If I run short, I can just beat down some suitable bastards and collect more.'
But it didn't matter.
Worst case, he could massacre level 400+ foes for divinity, and once he replenished some and mastered using it, he could smash celestials or demons alike.
He could pummel high-ranking celestials like Rapuzhe who'd stabbed him in the back, or the vampire lord who'd sicced them on him, and fill up on divinity in the process, no problem.
So he invested without restraint, prepared to empty his divinity vessel entirely.
If the world collapsed from it, he might have to reset the dimension and start over—but with himself at the helm, his choices were unhesitating.
'As long as the plan works, I might recover divinity immediately without any issue.'
Moreover, Rokan had a surefire plan left to recover a substantial amount of divinity right away.
'The main race is humans. Traits: potential, growth, and...'
Like that, Rokan invested considerable time and effort, meticulously setting the worldview, regions, races, relationships, and more.
This was a crucial task. Once a world was created, changing its laws or settings required at least double the initial divinity poured in.
Lost in intense focus, oblivious to how much time passed, Rokan finally slotted in the protagonist race.
Humans.
There were plenty of powerful races that viewed humans as inferior, and nothing required Rokan—a human—to make humans the main race, but his conviction was firm.
'Humans are perfect for growing divinity. Weak, so they band together more; they rely on transcendent beings while growing and overcoming—that's the race.'
Weren't humans the ones who leaned most desperately on gods?
Plus, with short lifespans and low base stats, their growth potential outstripped any other race.
It was unknown how many ages it would take, but the occasional hero born among them could upend the racial hierarchy.
Moreover, Rokan, the god of this world, could intervene indirectly by expending divinity.
[Will you complete the composition of World: A-00001? Say 'Complete' to finish, or 'Revise' to continue editing.]
[Once composition is complete, additional divinity will be consumed for setting changes and indirect interventions.]
"Complete."
Drenched in sweat from the intense concentration, Rokan finalized the settings.
He'd reviewed multiple times for omissions, and at least nothing deviated from the plan.
[Please name World: A-00001.]
[The first world name setting consumes no divinity.]
With composition done, the chance to name the world appeared.
A world name wasn't just a label—it shaped the world's very nature, so he pondered deeply.
Finally, Rokan settled on an answer.
A term representing the path the one who would carry on his will, unify, and rule this world must walk.
"Nether Sorcerer."
World: Nether Sorcerer was created.