Chapter 73
Chapter 73
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: Empty House Raid (1)
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Empty house raid!
The viewers who had assumed Rokan’s next move would be clashing head-on with the swarm of users treating him like a boss mob and coming for a raid let out gasps of surprise at the unexpected twist.
There was no rule saying he had to deal only with the ones crossing over to the Crossroad side, was there?
Instead of waiting or intercepting, Rokan had crossed the city borders into the Black Dragon Legion’s territory.
Since all the big shots had already moved to Crossroad, the only ones left in the hunting grounds were mediocre users.
[Rokan has killed Killlog, earning 2 Merit Points.]
[Rokan has killed Kellog, earning 2 Merit Points.]
They had completed their third job change, so they were skilled in their own right, but they were no match for Rokan.
Most had picked relatively easy monsters among the level 100 ones, hunted them according to guides, and leveled up that way.
Moreover, since they hadn’t earned many achievements, the gap was massive.
‘I’m not one to enjoy bullying the weak…… but no choice.’
However, Rokan’s goal wasn’t just farming the weak. He was sweeping through major hunting grounds, massacring easy opponents and racking up Merit Points, but his real aim was elsewhere.
Corrupted monsters.
The Golden Lion faction had them too, but hunting those required a lot of preparation.
He could do it, but it would take time.
Instead, he planned to risk it and hunt the corrupted monsters appearing on the Black Dragon Legion side.
‘Might as well farm some Merit Points while I’m at it.’
And he could build Fame too, so despite the risk, it was worth it.
Rokan ramped up his speed and swept another area clean.
‘It should be about time…….’
Even so, he kept watch around him now and then. Stirring things up this much should have drawn a reaction by now.
“Yeah, that’s more like it.”
The Black Dragon Legion guilds.
They wouldn’t just sit idly by while someone rampaged in their home turf. Even those who hadn’t bothered crossing to Crossroad would have no choice but to haul their heavy asses over, egged on by the other users’ complaints.
“Barrage. Charge!”
Sensing their approach, Rokan struck first.
If they poked from afar and then retreated, that’d be a shame, wouldn’t it?
Rokan hurled hand axes and charged at them.
“Ranged attackers, to your positions! Watch for combo skills and prioritize survival!”
“He’s alone. Just wear him down steadily!”
But this time was different—they had coordinated a fairly intelligent strategy.
With numbers too vast to count easily, it looked like they’d come fully prepared.
‘Two or three……?’
Maybe more guilds cooperating. There were various guild marks, and their movements weren’t perfectly synced.
But they moved under one strategy.
Protecting ranged attackers thoroughly while trying to isolate Rokan.
“You think that’ll work?”
But Rokan was confident. He had far too much experience built up to fall for such a simple tactic.
He immediately unleashed Mad Cry and Leap Attacked, hopping like a grasshopper to pick off the casters first.
‘Arrows? Pfft.’
There were more physical ranged like archers and hunters than casters, but he ignored them completely. Their attacks wouldn’t land properly anyway.
Some might be solid level 130s, but Rokan was in full level 150 gear, with Title effects bloating his defense.
No high-grade arrows had dropped yet—could they even hurt him?
Fat chance.
“Wheel Wind!”
Plus, Wheel Wind included a sturdy Body skill book. It boosted defense on its own.
[Critical!]
[Blood Mark activated.]
[Recover HP proportional to damage dealt to enemy.]
[Blade Demon's Grudge disrupts enemy clotting.]
The +5 Battle Axe triggered endless Crits, lifesteal, and bleeds, leaving opponents clueless.
Priests dragged up via forced third job changes dumped holy power, but new wounds opened before bleeds stopped, and they died before heals finished—like pouring holy power into a bottomless bucket.
“Spare me!”
“What the hell is his HP?!”
“He’s not a pure DPS build? Wait, gear carry? That looks just like the Ash Town guards’ gear!”
“Crazy, does that mean he already took out the guards?!”
Thanks to that, even petty misunderstandings piled up.
He hadn’t exactly killed guards, but he had gotten it from a level 150 NPC, so it wasn’t wrong.
‘Not easy.’
One versus hundreds.
It looked like Rokan was dominating, but it wasn’t that simple.
HP and stamina had plenty left, but spamming Wheel Wind was starting to drain mana.
‘Still waiting, huh?’
Rokan’s gaze pierced beyond the front lines.
He focused on those still sitting heavy-assed, sacrificing guildmates via signals and shouts.
‘Need a bit more acting.’
Clang!
Seeing they weren’t moving yet, Rokan deliberately showed openings, taking a few hits.
To conserve mana, he stopped Wheel Wind and fought with basic controls.
A single Force field shattered most combo skills, so even without Wheel Wind, smashing them wasn’t hard.
“Now!”
After steadily smashing another twenty or so, a meaningful order finally dropped.
At once, intense mana swirled from all directions.
The remaining enemies triggered their combo skills simultaneously.
They didn’t care about overlapping paths anymore. It was a resolute will to sacrifice themselves to take down at least Rokan.
“Grahhh!”
Then, Rokan’s ferocious roar swept the field. Some combo skills even canceled.
In that gap, Rokan leaped up like Superman.
“Leap Attack.”
Turning all his pursuers into dogs chasing chickens, he headed straight for the rearmost—the enemy commanders.
“You damn bastard, walking right into your grave!”
Precisely, where the rankers gathered.
The top dogs from each guild had assembled to catch the guy rampaging in their home.
But from battle footage, one-on-one was tough, so they’d worn him down with guildmate sacrifices, then gang up.
They thought the time was ripe. No matter the gear or level, mana had to be bottomed out by now.
So he was charging them desperately, right?
Misreading it, they lashed out instantly.
“Let’s go!”
“Cursed Sinking Spear!”
“Illusion Dance!”
“Strike of Destruction!”
Simultaneous combo skills from so-called rankers—even Rokan had to tank some damage.
‘Shame. If there was Strike of Destruction, I could’ve swept them all.’
Smacking his lips in regret, Rokan recovered and charged them instead.
“Wheel Wind!”
Pouring out his reserved mana, he forced a head-on clash.
“Urk!”
“Crazy fucker!”
Rankers’ pinpoint combo skills from all angles, but Rokan’s all-around Wheel Wind rendered them meaningless.
He crushed illusion/speed-based ones with brute force, traded hits to shatter one-shot power combos.
[Critical!]
[Blood Mark activated.]
[Recover HP proportional to damage dealt to enemy.]
[Blade Demon's Grudge disrupts enemy clotting.]
One versus many, and Wheel Wind slower than base speed—Rokan should take losses, but a fatal gap existed.
Overwhelming spec difference.
Stats alone guaranteed victory, plus combo skill quality, gear, and massive Title effect gaps—Rokan’s HP dipped sporadically, while enemies piled fatal damage.
“Cancel.”
As charging foes staggered and flew back, Rokan canceled Wheel Wind instantly.
Mana was tight, but direct control was more efficient here.
Sticking to an enemy’s face, Rokan gripped his Battle Axe short and swung.
The foe flinched, raising his spear shaft overhead.
‘Scaredy.’
Ssssh.
Releasing grip strength turned it into a full swing.
Crack!
Shaft snapped, head crushed. Blocking Rokan’s full power with sloppy defense was impossible.
Ranker or not, they were just a bit ahead of the pack.
Especially since no standout talents came from Ash Town.
Crossroad, bullied by Ash Town, had produced a few strong ones.
Knowing that, Rokan didn’t linger on axework. Fun to spar future stars, but no time for nobodies.
“Dash.”
Shifting sideways, he swung the Battle Axe like a club again. Someone exploited the gap, lunging at his side.
“Hmph!”
Rokan powered through—the vertical mid-swing suddenly went horizontal.
Impossible with falling momentum, but Rokan had the strength.
“Gahk!”
Not stopping, he yanked the haft and jammed it into a rear charger’s mouth right after offing the assassin.
Crunch.
Teeth scattered as the haft rammed in forcibly; the foe couldn’t even focus.
Game, so death or special heal fixes teeth, but now he was toothless grandpa, unable to spit curses.
“Outta the way! Fire Storm!”
Then, foes who’d distanced signaled. Onlookers triggered their combo.
Fire Storm swept enemies in a powerful flame vortex.
Spotting the basic yet potent mage combo, Rokan countered.
“Defense. Set 3.”
Ring mana raised a magic shield, resisting flames.
But 2-circle Shield only bought moments.
Knowing that, Rokan swapped gear sets instantly.
Anti-mage set.
Cleared for mage dungeons, it slashed combo damage heavily.
Meanwhile, enemies swept in the flame writhed in agony.
They’d held back fearing self-sweep, but no time for that now.
Kill Rokan first—but as Shield broke, Rokan burst through the flames.
“Leap Attack.”
“Crazy!”
HP dipped some, but no issue.
Leaping at the caster, a watching goblin nocked an arrow.
“Hwayeosa-il!”
“Guard.”
Fancy name, but lacking power.
Mid-leap, Rokan swatted the arrow and shattered the undead mage’s bones.
“No way…….”
After that, it was a breeze. Before flame-swept foes recovered, he butchered the mage-archer rankers.
“Well then, shall we start again?”
“D-don’t fuck around! You’re not escaping here anyway!”
Indeed, as he said, Rokan’s mana was razor-thin.
Without Lion King’s Token boost, it’d have bottomed out ages ago; even with it, down to double digits.
“Really?”
But Rokan grinned at him. Ash Town, venomous to kill one man, grinned chillingly at the heroes.
“Kill him! Don’t give him recovery time!”
Facing desperately charging foes, Rokan issued death’s verdict.
“Berserk.”
Death’s madness swept the battlefield.