Chapter 417
Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 417
Chapter Title: Allied Forces (5)
# 417
Gale's Altar. Rokan arrived there and casually infused it with divinity.
And not just any amount—a whopping ten million units of formidable power.
He could have poured in more, but there were still plenty of places that needed investment.
Because even if the Underworld Demon Path didn't require it, the Night Parade of Hundred Demons and Evil Ghost Heaven might need him to tweak their "settings."
He had to save where he could, and if push came to shove, he could always add more divinity to extend the summoning time.
"Hey, you're late!"
"You saw our situation, right? I did my best."
Gale started nagging the moment he was summoned, but Rokan just grinned in response.
Gale grumbled a bit but couldn't argue further. In the current situation, Rokan losing the surface world would be no different from losing a chunk of his divinity base.
"Colosseum."
[You have entered the Divine Space: Colosseum.]
[No death penalties apply here.]
[Immediate resurrection upon death is possible here.]
[All skill cooldowns and aftereffects reset upon death.]
[Escape condition: Victory or 100 deaths.]
Instead, he raised divinity to create a private colosseum for the two of them.
Similar conditions to last time.
But now that he could handle divinity himself, Rokan knew just how wasteful this was, so he spoke in a somewhat apologetic tone.
"Is it okay to burn through divinity like this?"
"It's mine to use as I please. Who’s gonna stop me? And if I run short, I’ll just shake down some other guys and make more. So, shall we get started? What’re the conditions?"
A perfectly Gale-like response.
Just earn more if he ran out.
He undoubtedly had a massive influx of divinity from his own world, but thinking first of beating others to take theirs? That was so him.
The kind of stellar personality Rokan could model himself after without shame.
"Same as last time would be boring. Let’s allow divinity use. One million per round. How’s that?"
"One million? Pfft, as if that’s enough to blow on anyone’s nose…. Here, how about this?"
"……?"
[The God of Massacre has sent you 1,000,000,000 Divinity.]
"Gasp."
Ten billion. An absolute ten billion.
No matter how much of a powerhouse Rokan was, he couldn’t help but freak out at Gale handing over more divinity than he himself possessed—like loose change.
"Damn, that was my emergency slush fund, but oh well. Alright, then ten million per round? Nah, that’s no fun."
"……Understood."
Truth be told, it was the kind of situation where Rokan might get funny ideas. They’d agreed to a hundred rounds using ten million each, but if he pretended to be unfamiliar and used less, he could pocket hundreds of millions, right?
Sure, it might sour things with Gale, but ten billion divinity was just that insane.
Having felt firsthand how tough it was to gather divinity through his own efforts—like how you can’t spend money freely when you earn it yourself—Rokan couldn’t help the dishonest thoughts creeping in.
"Hoo!"
The duel didn’t start right away.
While Rokan took a deep breath and quickly整理ed his insights on divinity use in his mind, Gale waited, fidgeting restlessly.
He knew it’d make the fight even more fun that way.
"Here I go first. King of Violence!"
Once his mind and thoughts were sorted, Rokan struck first.
He’d won a few times in fights without divinity, but now with limited divinity allowed, he was overwhelmingly outmatched.
No arrogance—he went all out from the start.
"Oh, you’ve gotten even better!"
Boom!
Gale met him head-on without backing down.
Rokan had gained new weapons and skills, with massive stat growth, so it was only natural he’d have the edge, but Gale matched him blow for blow with equal power and movement.
‘Ha! He even adjusted to match me back then?’
In the duel where Rokan had won.
Gale hadn’t just limited divinity—he’d even toned down his stats to Rokan’s level.
Exactly transcendent level.
And now, he was matching the demigod Rokan.
Probably based on what he himself had been like back then.
"Hraaah!"
But Rokan didn’t sink into self-pity.
Even if it was Gale at demigod level, Rokan held the current advantage.
Plus, though he’d awakened Titan power, their creation skills hadn’t clashed yet.
"Alright, for real now."
Instead, he grinned with delight and drew out all his power.
"Song of Fire and Ice."
Extreme ice-flame spread out from him at the center.
And for the first time, a creation skill debut.
The King of Violence had fused Gale incarnation and Blood Awakening into Blood and Soul Awakening, freeing up room for creation skills.
"Power of the Absolute."
In that instant, not just blood and soul, but everything that made Rokan became one.
His feats, titles, the residents in his world. Everything supporting him from the surface and heavens lent him strength.
If it were a comic technique, like a Spirit Bomb.
Everyone who knew him had their power forcibly drawn out.
Faith and authority amplified it further, achieving ultimate enhancement.
"Heh heh heh, nice!"
A power Gale lacked. He’d only ever wrought massacres.
If anything, Gale’s power stemmed from the blood and grudges of those he’d killed and crushed.
A force that would drive others mad or corrupt them just from using it, but like Rokan, Gale had unyielding will.
He bore all that resentment and grudge, turning it into his own strength.
Kaboom boom boom boom!
The two opposing powers began to clash and explode.
A collision of mutually destructive forces.
Amid it, the two grinned at each other.
This moment was pure bliss.
Having an opponent to fight all-out with. Joyous at that alone, they swung their battle axes to slice flesh and sever necks.
"The basics of divinity are quick offense-defense switches!"
At last, they began wielding divinity.
A trace infused his whole body, then rushed to his weapon, spread across, then settled on defense—switching rapidly.
The foundation of divinity use: hold it throughout the body like a sheath, then move it swiftly.
Gale imparted that teaching generously to Rokan.
Like a guided spar, passing on his know-how to make Rokan stronger.
Because that’s what would make it more fun.
No worries about someone growing stronger than him, threatening his position or life—he gladly nurtured and fought Rokan.
The brutal, desperate battle—fierce enough to feel endless—raged a full hundred times.
"Hoo, that was fun!"
After the hundredth fight ended, Gale flashed a deeply satisfied smile.
He’d burned as much divinity as he’d given Rokan, died countless times despite being an incarnation, and lost a ton in the process, but he celebrated Rokan’s growth with unrestrained joy.
He’d finally found a worthy opponent.
"Thank you."
Thanks to him, Rokan had truly mastered divinity use and expressed genuine gratitude, but Gale just waved it off coolly.
"If you’re thankful, hurry up and claim godhood so you can come up. Let’s have a proper rematch then. No decent fights up here—it’s boring as hell. Oh, and just in case, leave the altar. Need a connection point like that to drop into the divine realm like this, altar or whatever."
"I see."
It sounded like casual chatter, but Rokan gleaned key info.
Gods with divinity needed something like an altar to influence the surface and heavens?
That explained the Steel God he’d smashed last time.
Erecting altars and temples created connection points to the surface and heavens.
Of course, descending would guzzle divinity even Grand Masters and apostles couldn’t handle.
That’s why gods who hated, feared, and despised Rokan didn’t intervene directly or flex their might—instead using flimsy apostles.
And why even the apostle system hadn’t appeared until altars opened.
‘Then it’s not such a big deal?’
For Rokan, who’d been inwardly anxious after the Steel God’s descent that gods might start meddling aggressively, this was great news.
If he smashed their temples and altars right away, wouldn’t that cut off not just their interventions but apostles’ powers too?
Finding them all alone was near impossible, but weakening their involvement and buying time until he claimed godhood? Totally doable.
‘Just you wait, you bastards.’
And when he finally ascended, he vowed to properly punish the gods who’d dared oppose and sabotage him.
"See you later, then."
"Yeah. Would love to hang out more, but I gotta grind back the divinity I burned, so won’t be easy. Waiting in the divine realm."
Gale dispelled his incarnation as coolly as he’d arrived.
Rokan alone remained.
As soon as things settled, Titans rushed in demanding duels, but Rokan quickly used his Heavenly Rune Book to warp away somewhere.
Now that he knew they were Gale’s followers, he didn’t want to kill them and affect Gale’s divinity.
Plenty of other game around.
"Things are getting interesting."
Feeling refreshed, Rokan first turned his eyes to the three adjacent worlds.
Illusion Demon Realm, Spirit Realm, Ghost Realm.
Visiting the most friendly Spirit Realm to gather intel, the situation was indeed intriguing.
The Illusion Demon Realm’s civil war had settled for now.
The hidden King of No Soul, Carlton, hadn’t resurfaced, and the King of Demon Path, Matul, struggled to claim his territory but had burned too much power, settling for a defensive line.
Meanwhile, the King of Survival and King of Ferocity split the remaining land while opposing each other, and Azar, who’d orchestrated it, backstabbed them to snatch some territory.
But none dared full-scale war due to mutual burdens, so it entered a stalemate.
"The Ghost Realm’s situation… isn’t bad either."
Conversely, the Ghost Realm—having lost two kings—saw the remaining three amicably split the unclaimed land.
Wary of greed leading to an Illusion Demon Realm mess, they reined in rampaging souls and absorbed them.
But the Spirit Realm didn’t just watch.
Near-pacifists though they were, they disliked the Ghost Realm’s very existence defying natural order.
With no internal administrator strife, they mobilized massively, absorbing and purifying about half the unclaimed land.
Thus, the three surviving Ghost Kings got only what one king had held—land and souls.
‘Too bad.’
Without the surface chaos, he could’ve jumped in to weaken the Ghost Realm more, but the timing sucked.
Even without divinity supply issues, the fully hostile Ghost Realm weakening was pure profit for him.
At least, through it all, the Spirit Realm’s invasion threat kept them anxious, preventing them from casually leaving to hunt Rokan like before.
They’d grow their world, but otherwise were stuck in the Ghost Realm, waiting for Rokan’s visit.
And Rokan still had plenty of targets for divinity farming and revenge.
Vampire Lord and Rank-1 Celestial Rafuze.
Thinking of them, Rokan’s eyes blazed.