Chapter 406
Chapter 406
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 406
Chapter Title: Netherworld Magic Capital (4)
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“Now I get it.”
After his sparring match with Gaokan ended, Rokan finally felt a sense of relief wash over him.
He had managed to grasp at least some of the ways to wield divinity, a power that only he could use.
“Damn, but what now? Should I ask Drokshy? If a guy with a Vengeful option pops out, that’d be pretty solid.”
But not everything was positive.
The reason Rokan was scratching his head furiously was the same reason Gaokan, who had vanished without a trace, had suddenly run off.
“I didn’t expect it couldn’t be repaired.”
The destruction of the Storm Battle Axe.
The head and shaft had come clean off, separated like they’d been deliberately detached.
Compared to Gaokan’s sword, which had shattered into powder, it was in decent shape. Still, he hadn’t imagined it would register as [Destroyed] and become irreparable.
He could melt down the Storm Battle Axe and reuse its rare metal, but the problem was finding a blacksmith capable of smelting it.
Drokshy came to mind, but could a mere Grand Master forge a weapon fit for a Majesty Master—one that could withstand the power of a being called a demigod?
The ‘Vengeful’ option he could imbue might prove useful against the heavenly race, but it still felt like too much of a stretch.
Rokan himself wouldn’t feel confident wielding it, let alone going all out.
He never realized how crucial a reliable weapon could be.
Even though it was because of divinity, he felt like an idiot for treating them like consumables and swapping them out based on options.
“Wait, by that logic, wasn’t the Storm Battle Axe the same way?”
And with that thought, the problem grew more serious.
If that was the case, and ordinary gear couldn’t withstand a demigod’s ‘divinity,’ then it wasn’t just weapons—he might have to replace most of his equipment.
Weapons and armor alike.
At least the Demon God’s Fang belt was divine-grade, so it wouldn’t break, but he couldn’t just wander around wearing nothing but a belt.
‘Hmm, what if I craft gear with divinity?’
Lost in thought, Rokan even considered producing equipment directly with divinity.
Hadn’t Gomoltan created his main weapon, the whip, using divinity and the Creation skill?
He hadn’t experienced it firsthand, but it was a tricky weapon that sealed the opponent’s abilities and drained their strength the moment it grabbed them.
It had the drawback of needing to wrap around a body part, sure.
It wasn’t a bad idea.
Rokan hadn’t yet used the authority he gained upon becoming a demigod: ‘Skill Creation through Divinity.’ Investing the divinity he’d just acquired might yield something impressive.
Maybe even a custom weapon cooler than the Storm Battle Axe, one made just for him.
“Whew, that’s just greed talking.”
A flicker of desire arose, but he barely held it back. Skills and weapons created with divinity came with the constraint of ‘plausibility.’
Like Gomoltan’s whip, which could only exert its power when it ‘grabbed’ something, they always had a weakness somewhere.
Rokan had no desire to create his own vulnerabilities like some fool.
Better to grab a sturdy flail or axe that could endure divinity, then boost its attack power with his own abilities.
Or treat them as disposables, stockpile unique-grade axes in his inventory, and smash through them in battle.
“Why at a time like this?”
In peacetime, he could’ve taken time to find a solution.
But just moments ago, a series of alerts had appeared—that was the issue.
[The White Flame King Hirikanto has declared hostility toward you.]
[The Black Flame King Yoshikan has declared hostility toward you.]
[The Red Flame King Raiton has declared hostility toward you.]
[The Blue Flame King Sirihan has declared hostility toward you.]
[The Green Flame King Gosmi has declared hostility toward you.]
A declaration of hostility from the Fame Realm.
When Rokan failed to show for the scheduled auction, they had scoured everywhere for him and discovered his trail.
And made their judgment.
Rokan had broken his promise.
He had ascended to Majesty Master and claimed the Soul Orb and Essence of Power that should have been theirs!
He had committed the atrocity of incorporating souls into his own world!
They had already considered the Soul Orb their own.
With it, they could amplify their divinity and leap ahead of the other Fame Realm kings in power. Their rage was immense.
[A pursuit squad has been dispatched from the Fame Realm.]
They had even assembled a pursuit squad.
He didn’t know its composition or direction, but a bad premonition swept over him.
‘They’re too busy checking each other, and with the Spirit Realm and Illusion Demon Realm to consider, they can’t spare too many...’
No, no. Rokan assumed the worst.
The Illusion Demon Realm was embroiled in civil war, too preoccupied to care, and the Spirit Realm despised the Fame Realm due to clashing racial traits, but they weren’t inherently aggressive.
Plus, they had to keep the Illusion Demon Realm in mind, so a full invasion of the Fame Realm seemed unlikely.
So, what if one Fame Realm king went missing?
They were sly enough to eye each other’s territories, but if Rokan had pissed them off enough to form a pact—swearing oaths via soul pacts or contracts—things could get serious.
In peak condition, he’d welcome the chance, even see it as an opportunity to devour a separated foe’s divinity. But now? The situation was dire.
He had tested a unique-grade axe, and it shattered before ten minutes were up.
The divinity’s nature mirrored its owner—fierce and violent.
“What a shame.”
With a proper weapon, the matchup would favor Rokan even more.
Hadn’t his Unyielding Will resisted the power left by a true god, not just a demigod?
Considering the Fame Realm beings’ specialties in mental and soul-based powers, Rokan held the advantage.
“Time to bolt.”
But knowing the right moment was key. This wasn’t it.
Rokan immediately erased his traces and began his escape.
Tracking a specific target was easy in the Fame Realm’s domain.
But he wasn’t just running blindly.
He moved to find someone who might know how to acquire a new weapon.
‘If only Gaokan had shared some info...’
No helping it. Gaokan needed a special method to craft a weapon suited to him.
Rokan understood it wasn’t just withholding info to extend crafting time, but it still stung.
A bit more detail might’ve given him a hint.
So, Rokan headed straight for someone who might know.
[Altar of the Gale]
An altar dedicated to the one called the God of Gale or Slaughter.
The one on the divine map had been smashed by Rokan, so he had no choice but to visit the one in the titans’ village.
He’d rather avoid the titans’ fuss over mistaking him for a Gale apostle and their duel requests, but he had no option.
No one else to ask.
“I wish to speak with Lord Gale.”
[Conversation with Gale][Quest]
For a divine being to act directly on the earthly plane requires substantial divinity.
If you seek a conversation with Gale, pay the appropriate price.
Completion Conditions (Choose 1):
1) Pay 1,000,000 Divinity
2) Establish a Gale Temple
3) Achieve a Slaughter Feat
Completion Reward: Conversation with Gale (10 minutes)
“Hmm, so that’s how it is.”
He’d expected as much—beings with divinity couldn’t intervene freely on the earthly or heavenly planes.
Even indirect messages likely cost divinity.
Avatar manifestations, apostle appointments, or direct talks would demand far more.
Just look at the 1 million divinity required for a 10-minute chat. And Gale wasn’t the type to gouge him with it.
That previous avatar must’ve been thanks to the slaughter feats from the Black Mountain quest Rokan had cleared.
“I’ll pay the divinity.”
After mulling it over, Rokan boldly paid up.
Achieving a slaughter feat was not just hard—it took too long.
He could burn through his current weapons to manage it, but with the Fame Realm pursuit closing in real-time, no need for such gambles.
A Gale temple? Building a small one on his territory wasn’t tough.
But there were catches.
Unlike other gods, Gale’s nature overlapped too much with his own.
It risked clashes or schisms, so regrettably, he paid the divinity directly.
[Gale has agreed to converse.]
[1,000,000 Divinity consumed.]
[Gale manifests as an avatar for 10 minutes. This avatar cannot engage in combat.]
“You sneaky bastard!”
The summoned Gale bellowed the moment he appeared.
“Building one temple—what’s the big deal? Why skimp and burn divinity like a cheapskate! Ugh, or at least invest enough for a proper scrap. A million? A million what?”
This was the answer. Already nagging him for skimping on a million divinity.
Despite the ribbing, Rokan grinned and shrugged.
“I wanted to, but no weapon—how could I?”
“Huh? Where’d you pawn it off? Oh, now I see—you’re a demigod. Makes sense. Truth is, I snapped that thing once myself. Patched it up sneaky-like, but it broke again, huh.”
“......Pardon?”
He felt played, but Rokan stayed calm. It implied there was a way to reattach it.
Still, maybe time for something new.
“I know what you’re thinking—toss it. You and I both wreck normal weapons with divinity. Lemme guess why you called. Info on crafting divinity-proof gear, right?”
“Exactly.”
Gale saw right through him, spilling Rokan’s thoughts effortlessly. He’d been there himself.
No reason for Rokan to hold back.
With his intentions laid bare, Gale proposed boldly.
“Alright, I’ll teach you. Only one smith can make weapons to endure our kind of divinity. Last I checked was a while back, but they’re probably still around. They’ve got no interest in divinity anyway.”
“......?”
Guy? Guys? The wording felt off, but Gale pressed on without pause.
“But there’s a condition. When it’s done, summon me again—10 million divinity, no, 5 million’ll do. That oughta let us throw down a round or two.”
“Deal.”
A grin.
Rokan and Gale exchanged smirks.
The pact was sealed.