Chapter 411
Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 411
Chapter Title: New Weapon (5)
Crack!
With one strike from Rokan, the ??? split clean in two.
It might have had some resistance to flames, but in the face of Rokan's attack, all it could do was yelp like a frail mutt.
The remaining one fared no better.
It shattered into pieces with pathetic ease—enough to make its earlier pressure on the level 499 Yanken seem like a joke—before crumbling to ash in Yanken's furious blaze and vanishing entirely.
"Urgh! Thanks, human. Did Fergus send you?"
"Yes, that's right. Are you alright?"
Even after Rokan dispatched all the ???s, Yanken's condition wasn't great.
The wound from the attack was unavoidable, and some kind of energy was slowly burrowing in around it.
Once Yanken confirmed the creatures had fully dissipated, he made his decision.
Whoosh!
He tore away a portion of the flames that made up his body. Not just from the wound, but from the surrounding areas where the energy had spread.
For a flame spirit-like being, it might seem trivial, but Rokan knew what a massive sacrifice that was. The change was plain as day.
[Pure Incarnation of Fire Yanken][Lv 498]
Yanken's level had dropped by one.
Considering that levels from 450 onward were determined by divinity rather than experience, the sheer amount of divinity needed to go from 498 to 499 was unimaginable.
And Yanken had casually discarded that much.
It was a dire situation where he'd lose himself otherwise, so it was inevitable in a way—but knowing that didn't make it easy for everyone.
Like knowing a bungee jump is safe but still hesitating to leap.
"Oh...!"
Impressed by his resolve, Rokan quickly reached out.
'Thanks for the meal!'
He scooped up the mutated divinity Yanken had cast off.
[Absorbing ???'s divinity.]
[Through the effect of the title 'Embracer of the Void,' you fully absorb ???'s divinity.]
[A foreign divinity's energy takes root within your own.]
"What? That thing?"
"It's fine. I'm resistant to the void. Besides, who knows what might happen if that power lingers here?"
Yanken's eyes widened in shock, but Rokan brushed it off like it was nothing.
It looked like he'd sacrificed himself to remove the presumed void energy from the area.
Having suffered terribly from that power before, Yanken seemed deeply moved by Rokan's selflessness.
'Hmm, should be okay?'
Truth be told, it was risky for Rokan too.
The title 'Embracer of the Void' kept it safe for now, but as the system noted, it was foreign divinity energy.
In other words, not in its normal form.
'One time or two, makes no difference.'
But this wasn't his first rodeo.
He'd already absorbed a hefty amount from slaying ???s before, so this was a drop in the bucket.
If anything, it had massively boosted his total divinity.
[King of Violence Rokan][Lv 463]
A straight 13-level jump.
He couldn't absorb Yanken's unique authority, but it was still an enormous gain.
"Are you sure you're okay, Yanken?"
"No issue. A bit of divinity like this will recover with some rest and world-tending. Besides, I never planned on claiming godhood anyway—it's meaningless."
To hide his glee, Rokan changed the subject.
Yanken looked perfectly fine to anyone glancing over, aside from the one-level drop, but Rokan feigned concern to shift focus.
"The real question is, which damn bastard sent these things? No, what the hell even are they...!"
Watching Yanken rage made Rokan's chest tighten with guilt, but he played dumb.
It wasn't intentional, but admitting he'd unleashed them into the world could lead to who-knows-what backlash.
So he nodded along sympathetically, acting worried.
'Just five of them pushed someone on the verge of demigodhood this hard—definitely not your average problem.'
And it truly was grave.
A mere level 444 entity corrupting a level 499 demigod candidate was shocking, luck and matchup aside.
With 103 still out there, it was already a catastrophe.
Their locations unknown, hiding gods-know-where, corrupting who-knows-what.
Could they corrupt just one target, or endlessly?
The more he thought, the more his head throbbed.
'Wait, is this even my problem?'
Then it hit him.
Those things could corrupt demigods without thrones—heavenly kin, demonic kin, even neutral spirit races.
But he was the exception. He could even fully absorb their tainted divinity, ominous twinge and all.
Problem solved, right?
Demigods rarely clashed anyway, so if they went berserk and gave him 'self-defense' justification, it was all upside for Rokan.
'As long as it's not me.'
Crystal-clear answer. His mind and vision sharpened.
"Anyway, thanks to you, I saved myself. Much obliged. Tell Fergus I'm good to go now."
"Got it. That said, Lord Fergus promised to forge my weapon... is that still alright?"
"Hah! Of course. Didn't I say I'm fine? Tell him to start right away—no worries."
"Thank you."
As Yanken gave his final thanks, Rokan slipped in a question.
The hearty laugh and chest-thump screamed reliability. All he was providing was fire power anyway—the forging was on Fergus.
Rokan nodded and took off with Kai.
With Yanken back to his senses, the flames felt nothing but warm, so they exited through the entry hole without issue.
"You've been waiting. All clear. Yanken says to start immediately."
Fergus, guarding the entrance out of worry, got the full rundown. Quest complete.
"Hmph. A promise is a promise—no helping it."
Fergus sighed in relief but replied coolly, tsundere-style.
Rokan grinned and followed him to the workshop.
Fergus had explained that to forge a weapon worthy of Rokan's savage divinity, it couldn't just be tough—it had to be infused and adapted from the forging stage onward.
"Just breathe your divinity into this."
"H-how much...?"
"Ten million oughta do. It's just for attunement, after all."
"Gasp."
Inside, Rokan's job was simple: place his hand on the special metal blank and infuse his unique divinity.
But ten million?
It differed from Fergus's initial talk, but he couldn't complain.
He'd scarfed nearly a billion from Yanken alone. Without that, he'd have emptied his reserves, but now he had plenty.
Hard to feel it yet with his small reserves, but he'd adjust soon enough.
Oblivious, Fergus smirked like he'd landed a gotcha, but Rokan ignored it and slowly channeled his divinity.
He crammed ten million into the metal.
"Good. Now get out of my workshop!"
The rest was all Fergus.
'Here's hoping his hands don't slip.'
Their intense first impression bred doubt, but waiting was all he could do.
Rokan peeked at his world, where the racial war was kicking off, and bided his time.
Three days later, Fergus's work wrapped up.
"Here."
He'd dragged in a massive, imposing battle axe.
Similar to the Gale Battle Axe but packing more raw menace. Minimal ornamentation—save for divinity-engraved parts—gave it a rugged, unadorned vibe.
"Nice."
The instant Rokan gripped it, he knew it was perfect for him.
[Tyrant's Battle Axe][GOD]
A battle axe infused with the power of violence that destroys and subjugates all creation.
Forged indomitably to withstand violent divinity, it wields destructive force that can even cleave divinity.
The masterpiece of hammer-and-anvil sage Fergus, poured with his all.
Imbued with the authority of tempering, its power grows mightier the longer the fight drags on.
Attack Power: 22,000
Durability: Indestructible
All skill attack power +1,000%
All skill cooldowns -40%
All attacks using divinity +150% power
Can extend duration of sustained skills using divinity
+300% attack power against beings below Majesty Master
+200% attack power in combat against stronger foes
[Subjugation] effect against beings 50+ levels below
Attack power amplifies 5% per consecutive hit (max stack 20)
Equip Restriction: Rokan only
A true divine weapon. Leagues beyond demigod gear, even his beloved Gale Battle Axe.
Attack power alone was over double.
Divinity-boosting options, and best of all, extending sustained skills with divinity.
Meaning, with enough divinity, he could maintain Gale Incarnation indefinitely?
'No, no need.'
No more Gale Incarnation. He wasn't a successor or apostle—he was Rokan himself.
'Time to rework my skills on the way back.'
In The Lord, skill names defined their power. Changing formulas, concepts, and names was natural.
Fergus's tempering authority overlapped his master skill Whole Body Fury, freeing a slot for big changes.
"Thanks. And just maybe..."
Rokan bid excited farewells.
He asked about armor, half-jokingly, but got shot down flat. Not fully—no, after clearing backlog, maybe.
So Rokan left another twenty million divinity in a metal blank and exited the volcano.
"Finally emerging, eh?"
To sort his thoughts and lighten his mood on descent, a group blocked Rokan.
The White Flame King and Black Flame King.
The two kings of the Illustrious Realm had come in person.