Chapter 70
Chapter 70
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Live Broadcast (1)
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Kwaaang!
A massive explosion.
It was a grand blast so spectacular that you’d believe it came from a ranker mage, engulfing the enemies.
“Kraaak!”
The foes waiting on the ground to skewer Rokan as he fell didn’t even get a chance to attack—their formation collapsed, and they suffered heavy casualties.
It was hard to believe such devastating power came from a single strike, not even a combo skill. But considering the 30-level gap, and an even wider difference in stats, it wasn’t all that surprising.
To the clueless, it was a catastrophe.
“Heh heh! Time to play!”
Meanwhile, Rokan landed lightly on the ground, yanked his battle axe free from where it was embedded, and charged at them.
He’d leveled up plenty using cliffside kiting, but skipping direct combat had left him itching for a fight.
He’d even worried his senses might have dulled. What perfect sandbags these were!
‘Start with cleaving strikes.’
Using Dash to close in, Rokan began with the basics, like practicing in a fighting game’s training mode.
A precise horizontal slash hitting the sweet spot, followed by a vertical chop.
To the victims, each blow ripped open chests or split skulls. But to Rokan, it was like hacking at scarecrows—effortlessly.
“Strike!”
And that was just the start. Sensing his reflexes were sharper than expected, he followed up with a full-power overhead smash.
“Nooo!”
A lethal strike bolstered by enhanced strength!
The enemy desperately raised his weapon, but it was smashed aside, nearly embedding him into the ground.
“You’re too weak. Put some muscle into it.”
The orc, dazed by the soul-shaking force, snapped to at those words.
Weak? You’re the freak with unnatural strength!
He wanted to scream it, but words failed him. Before he could, Rokan’s battle axe sliced through his neck.
“You filthy human! Wild Flail!”
At that moment, the troll—who’d taken the least damage due to slower reflexes—hoisted his mace high and unleashed the combo skill most blunt weapon users favored.
A technique that relentlessly hammered down on the opponent for damage.
But such a pathetic combo had no chance against Rokan.
“Let’s see your strength.”
Thud!
One clash.
Just one, and the combo shattered. Rokan had only used a single Force charge.
Trolls got stat bonuses to strength from character creation, but even that was no match for Rokan’s overwhelming power.
With the mace rebounding, the five-hit Wild Flail couldn’t continue. Instead, Rokan’s battle axe plunged repeatedly into the troll’s chest.
“Next.”
Everyone froze at the reaper’s grin, beaming with satisfaction.
They still had a 5-to-1 numerical advantage, but no one thought they’d survive.
“Damn, not even a proper warm-up.”
Demoralized, the foes scattered to flee, but Rokan had his perfect tool for one-sided slaughter: his Cry of Madness.
In an instant, all enemies froze, and hand axes embedded into skulls starting with the farthest.
No desperate last stands or upsets here.
Only overwhelming violence!
In the end, Rokan dispatched ten foes in a flash.
[Rokan has killed Gazua, earning 1 Merit Point.]
“Yeah, this is more like it.”
Dissatisfied with their weakness at first, Rokan soon regained his calm.
It was only natural they couldn’t keep up. At least he’d gained Merit Points and items.
The drop rate wasn’t as high as PK hunting, but better than killing same-faction players. He snagged a couple items.
To Rokan, though, they were just low-level trash.
His eyes went to the Merit Points instead.
“Just like with soldiers.”
They were 150-level monsters from the frontier, but enemy soldiers—NPCs—gave only 1 Merit Point each. Rokan had grinded out 324 that way.
But this brief skirmish netted him 10. Ten kills, 1 per head.
Meaning killing one soldier equaled killing one enemy player in Merit Points.
“Now I just need to reel ’em in.”
Which was faster: one 150-level soldier, or one player topping out at 130?
Obviously the latter.
Top rankers were busy leveling and only hit conflict zones to blow off steam, so most were below 130.
Rokan versus those scrubs?
He was confident he could clear faster than against Blood Chaser.
“Now, where to find these guys…”
One issue: how many Black Dragon Legion players crossed over? But he had a solution.
[Crossroads enemy faction reports wanted.][Posted by: Rokan]
No need for details. His name alone, linked to his ID, packed a punch.
Crossroads players, fed up with Black Dragon Legion dominance, flooded the comments instantly.
Some idle guilds even caught flak.
The enemy faction’s reaction was amusing.
Evil God: Attention whore stirring shit again lololol
Endless Log: Late to the party much? lol Crossroads is already Black Dragon Legion turf.
WarriorBro: Dude’s been MIA since last week when they marched to Crossroads gates. All bark no bite lol
└Azura: Probably solo-queuing elsewhere. Where’s that class clown who soloed Blood Chaser at dozens-to-one for first 3rd-city push? Y’all are fucked now lol
└Natricia: Next victim, Roppa. Our guild’ll smash ya, wait up ^^
└MegaPhantom: Why move a whole guild? Just smash on sight.
Tuareg: Rokan-nim, 1v1? In-game ID same. Unless you’re scared, let’s duel.
Was it the dungeon clear vid fading from memory? Combo skills boosting egos? Or disbelief at his absurd quest clears, thinking the gap had closed?
They mocked and taunted Rokan’s post without fear.
Some openly provoked or dueled, aiming to make a name off him.
“Pfft, gotta call this a blessing?”
Absurd as it was, it worked out. If they’d hidden in fear, he’d have to scour everywhere.
“Time to get started.”
Closing the site, Rokan headed to the temple. Endless fights ahead—he’d prep fully.
Overkill now, but one slip could be embarrassing. For perfection, he donated for buffs.
[You donated 3 gold.]
[You receive Priest’s Blessing.]
[All stats +1% for 6 hours.]
[Defense and resistances increased for 6 hours.]
“Magic Resistance Scroll, use.”
Plus the scroll.
Short-duration Rainbow Pearl was powdered and stashed in inventory. Finally, gear check.
“Set 1.”
Clack.
Shortcut command swapped everything but weapon: his old crit set.
“Set 2.”
Clack.
A different array: pure options and defense-focused gear.
He’d bought strength-heavy stuff pre-Ironhold for non-crit Bombardment, but hunting yielded better.
Hand-picked from Black Dragon soldier loot: high strength, vitality, top-tier defense.
“Set 3.”
Last: elemental resistance set for mage dungeon.
Mid-fight swaps seemed impossible, but at Rokan’s level? Block one unavoidable combo spell, and it’s pure gain.
Swaps locked for 3 seconds, but no issue.
One Cry of Madness bought that time.
Satisfied after practicing swaps, Rokan reopened the site.
Memorized report comments, then posted anew.
[Thanks for reports. Hunt stream starting.][Posted by: Rokan]
Hunt stream!
One meaning: YouTube live!
He’d broadcast smashing Black Dragon Legion live.
If he got hunted instead, his rep could crumble. Yet Rokan boldly opened the channel and went live.
Confidence or arrogance? Time would tell.
Ward: Ooh! RokanGod deploys!
Grapefruit Soda: Wtf, isn’t this insane? Live stream—what if they swarm?
└Perish: Means he doesn’t care if they do ㄷㄷㄷ.
Se斯科: But if Rokan gets wrecked here, it’d be hilarious. Bubble burst.
└Shaiyu: Bet he’s confident he won’t die easy. Doing live says it all.
Headchopper: We’ll see. Oh, Pale Horse. Rokan’s loaded too? Dropping 100g on a mount already.
└Iad: Stop flexing poverty. Pale Horse is 20 mil won tops—pocket change for whales. Real issue: gold’s scarce vs cash. How’d Rokan stack that? Jealous af.
Karen: Shh! Already engaging!
From the post? Rumors? Subscribers?
Viewers surged as Rokan finished setup and went live.
Just travel footage, but tension overflowed.
Everyone knew Rokan didn’t stall with talk—his style screamed it.
He had no plans to either. Wouldn’t go live for small fry.
‘They’re starting here too, huh.’
First report spot: battle raging. But no collapse post-report—they’d regrouped and counterattacked.
Proof: desperate half-elves vs leisurely foes.
That leisure was about to vanish.
“Bombardment!”
Unprecedented might gathered in Rokan’s hand axe. Then fired like a cannonball.
To shatter their balance. To herald the massacre!