Chapter 405
Chapter 405
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 405
Chapter Title: Netherworld Demonic Realm (3)
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World: Netherworld Demonic Realm.
Another world created by Rokan. In that world, the hero Garun—called the son of god—wielded a thunderbolt battle axe and rallied the humans.
He clumsily built a village and formed a city.
He connected several of those cities to form a small nation.
But that was the limit.
With an uncivilized society, culture, and technology, that was as far as they could go.
Even that was enough to earn applause and recognition for achieving the first nation, granting him additional divinity from Rokan. But Rokan wasn’t satisfied at all.
Garun, who lived about eighty years in total—twenty per day over three days—passed away into eternal sleep, entrusting the unfinished work to his descendants.
The thunderbolt battle axe he wielded became his divine relic, a symbol of the king’s authority and weapon. What came after was left to his heirs.
‘Can’t fill up on the first drink, huh.’
Rokan, who had watched intermittently, frowned.
The creation he had put some effort into had only managed to secure a bit of territory, even after boosting its abilities and handing it a fancy weapon.
Given human nature and the tendencies of the Rokan faith, they would gradually encroach on monster territories and strengthen their dominance over time. But Rokan hadn’t hoped for just a city-state of a few huddled cities.
So he poured in more divinity again.
He created a second avatar.
‘This time...’
But this time, he didn’t just tweak the stats.
He did raise them a bit higher, but he focused more on personality and disposition. He straight-up copied himself and inserted it.
Inserting even one skill would cause divinity consumption to skyrocket exponentially, but personality and disposition could be done with minimal divinity.
It wasn’t like modifying an established identity or mind, which would cost a fortune. It was just planting a few suggestions in a newborn infant.
‘Still can’t do it alone.’
And one more thing. Rokan had realized something while reviewing the first avatar’s life.
Even Rokan himself could rampage freely now because civilization had matured.
There were skills to learn on the spot, and troops and beings to exploit.
Humans could do so much because they were on somewhat equal footing with other races from the start.
So he scattered countless tiny seeds.
[Skill: Blacksmithing (Lv 1) imparted.]
[Divinity: 100,000 consumed.]
[Skill: Tanning (Lv 1) imparted.]
[Divinity: 100,000 consumed.]
[Skill: Gathering (Lv 1) imparted.]
[Divinity: 100,000 consumed.]
[Skill: Cooking (Lv 1) imparted.]
[Divinity: 100,000 consumed.]
Skills, that is.
Previously, the number of production skills one could learn as sub-jobs was limited, but becoming a Grand Master had lifted that restriction.
He hadn’t felt the need to acquire them before, but now it was different. He could only transmit the skills and items he possessed to his own world, so he endured the clutter in his skill window and imparted them to World: Netherworld Demonic Realm.
Imparting high-level skills would spike divinity costs dramatically, so they were just Lv 1 skills. But it didn’t matter.
Humans were animals that progressed.
They’d start with struggle and survival, but with time acceleration stacking history, the skills would evolve on their own. Eventually, they might even reach a level similar to The Lord’s world.
So Rokan boldly invested divinity, focusing on filling in the foundational elements.
However, he didn’t drop any new items.
It was a waste of divinity, but he could just set the second avatar as a descendant of the royal line.
In a mature civilization, it might get assassinated amid plots and intrigue before growing properly. But now was a time when defending against external invasions was struggle enough.
The emergence of a new hero was always welcome.
“Time acceleration, 10,000x.”
He accelerated time again.
Leaving only the hope that the second avatar, who looked just like him, would achieve something this time, Rokan averted his gaze from World: Netherworld Demonic Realm.
***
[King of Violence Rokan][Lv 454]
Rokan, who had toured the surface and various dimensions to recover divinity, checked his level, which had risen in proportion to his replenished divinity.
“Proportional to divinity amount, not experience. I knew it, but it still feels weird.”
His level rose as his divinity recovered.
He regretted not noting his level when he first had over 100 million divinity, but it was too late now. He’d just have to record it from now on.
Of course, he had no intention of sharing it publicly—that’d just benefit others—but he opened a separate window to log it for his research.
One fortunate thing: even if his divinity dropped below the 10 million minimum for demigod promotion, he wouldn’t revert to Lv 449.
He didn’t know what would happen if it hit zero, but with divinity recovering periodically and his established world, he figured it wouldn’t come to that.
“Now what.”
Having neatly wrapped up his planned tasks in just a few days, Rokan fell into brief contemplation.
What to do next.
Should he hunt level 400+ beings to swell his divinity, or ride the rainbow teleporter around dimensions spreading the faith.
Other dimensions’ surfaces didn’t know Rokan, so it’d be tough. Beating kings into declaring it the state religion might suck up their divinity but wouldn’t plant true faith. Still, not a bad choice.
Gathering divinity was his leveling activity now, after all.
“Wish someone would tell me. Spar with Gaokan maybe?”
But more than that, he was curious how to properly utilize divinity.
For now, it just automatically empowered his actions.
Strengthening stats, amplifying skill power—that was it.
He couldn’t create something like a personal weapon via the Creation skill.
He’d heard you could make another Creation skill with divinity, but somehow, adding just one or two skills didn’t feel like true utilization.
Waiting for the world to mature like Karton said and drawing power from followers who matched his strength would take too long.
‘Time’s not on my side.’
Rokan had many enemies.
The traitorous first-class celestial Rapuje could strike anytime, the vampire lord might pull some scheme, and the kings of the famous realm had likely figured out his position by now.
They’d realize he’d deceived them, no matter his excuses.
They might even band together against him.
He could defend himself, but any attack on places tied to him would crack his divinity now.
World: Netherworld Demonic Realm, his origin, was safe unless he revealed it, but an assault on the surface would mean massive divinity loss.
More to protect meant more to think about.
“Heh heh heh, not like me.”
Suddenly, the whole situation struck him as ridiculous.
When had he ever calculated like this before rampaging?
Block and smash, attack and revenge—that was it.
Even as a Grand Master, they couldn’t touch him.
With divinity on top, fretting without acting wasn’t like him.
His mind cleared.
What he needed to do now crystallized in his head.
‘Get stronger first.’
Everything else could wait until then.
If the surface got wrecked or temples crumbled in the meantime, he’d rebuild later.
If he properly punished those who dared target him with true violence, would his divinity decrease... or grow?
He decided to keep it simple.
“Celestial Rune Book, use.”
Rokan immediately used the Celestial Rune Book to warp to somewhere in the heavens.
His destination: the Lion King’s territory. He met Gaokan, who’d been holed up raising his own world.
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“Oh, Rokan. Hm, already a Majesty Master? Impressive.”
“Let’s spar.”
He straight-up challenged Gaokan, who instantly recognized his changes.
“Sounds good.”
One might ask what was going on, but Gaokan wasn’t exactly normal either.
He accepted without a word, and they soon moved somewhere the battle’s aftermath wouldn’t reach the city.
“Damn it.”
And a short while later.
A curse slipped from Rokan’s lips after clashing with Gaokan for a full three hours.
He’d thought real combat would unlock divinity, but it didn’t move as easily as hoped.
Of course, it wasn’t without gains.
There was some divinity consumption, but he could now freely enhance physical abilities and amplify skill power and duration.
He could draw and use it much more smoothly, with effects akin to divine treasures’ amplification.
But that was it.
He was stronger, but there was no ‘specialness.’
Could he really say he’d mastered using divinity like this?
He couldn’t convince himself.
Actual combat power felt similar whether he used it or not.
‘My own world. My own power...’
In the fierce battle, Rokan felt endless inadequacy despite gaining the edge over Gaokan—whom he’d once felt slightly intimidated by despite equal tiers.
He pondered endlessly to find true divinity power.
And finally, he grasped it—a little, just a little.
‘Ah!’
Fighting spirit and tenacity.
Overwhelming strength and violence.
An overwhelming violence that could smash through any trap, scheme, or betrayal.
That was his essence.
Revenge against the world? Intoxication from surpassing others?
Those had once been driving forces.
But no longer did they define him entirely.
The violent power to crush enemies and shatter their worlds.
The Lord.
Becoming an eternal, absolute being no one could touch—that alone was his goal, his everything.
His world, Netherworld Demonic Realm, was born from that too.
It was just a small city-state now, but soon it would clash with growing nations, races, and worlds—crushing them to advance, forming a hellish path. That unconscious drive was embedded there.
If the God of Massacre’s world was one of ‘growing stronger by enduring,’ his was ‘growing stronger by mercilessly crushing all with violence.’
Rokan awakened to that essence.
It had only just sprouted, but realization versus ignorance held an inexpressible gap.
Kwaaaaang!
“...You mad bastard.”
Clang.
Gaokan’s gale battle axe, infused with his lethal aura, couldn’t withstand and snapped in half.
Whoosh.
Gaokan’s prized lion sword crumbled to dust and scattered.
The undaunted Challenger King admitted defeat.