Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: Occupation (1)
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“Phew, now the real show begins.”
The death field stemming from the lich’s life vessel had produced high-quality monsters, but it didn’t last long.
Exactly after seven level-ups, the energy faded, and it could no longer spawn proper undead.
The undead production ability hadn’t vanished entirely, but it started churning out ones below level 150, which was no different from nothing.
In that case, holing up in other hunting grounds would be far more profitable.
“No choice. Gotta do it one more time.”
That was why Rokan decided to leave this place.
However, one problem remained. Return scrolls and rune books couldn’t be used inside here.
In other words, he had to completely destroy Silronian’s life vessel and clear the dungeon, but the spawn location afterward was the issue.
The auto-return point was the plaza inside the Cradle of the Dead.
He’d drop right into the heart of enemy territory.
“Might really have to face fifty-to-one this time...”
If so, even without users shouting, the guards would auto-spawn and attack.
Not singly like before, but simultaneously, at maximum numbers.
Users’ combined assaults were just icing on top.
Steel ing himself for the possibility of Berserk, Rokan carved through the path of darkness, stood before the lich’s life vessel, and restarted the live broadcast.
Loto: Huh where’s this nothing visible
Ulu: Screen glitch? Camera’s not on yet it seems
Giganto: Wait something whooshed by in the dark what is this not The Lord but a horror stream? Eek scary af.
Viewers flooded in as the live stream started. But they were a bit thrown off by the pitch-black screen.
“I’m currently at some secret spot inside the Cradle of the Dead.”
At that moment, Rokan’s heavy voice gripped the audience.
The chat exploding was only natural.
Teacher Hwang: Cradle of the Dead inside no way he didn’t bounce he infiltrated OP lololol
Georit: No wonder the video ended weird unlike Rokan-nim had to be for infiltration ddd. So what’re you blowing up? Wait you already did?
Irimoi: Earlier they were celebrating chasing Rokan off but he’s right next to them clueless ultimate humiliation lol
Cheers: Idk what but cheer anyway Rokangod!
Confirming the reactions, Rokan slowly channeled his power and fully destroyed the lich’s life vessel.
A black gate appeared. Passing through it would drop him in the center of the Cradle of the Dead.
“And now, I’m gonna cause some havoc. Even more than before.”
He tossed a bomb into the chat and hopped straight into the gate.
Shwoong. Pop.
“...!”
“R, Rokan!”
“Run!”
The plaza turned into utter pandemonium as the gate spat Rokan out midair.
Those who recognized him instantly screamed and bolted.
Boom! Bang bang!
In their place, the Cradle of the Dead’s guards surrounded Rokan.
Emboldened, some turned back, but most kept running after seeing him slaughter guards earlier.
‘Hold out as long as I can.’
Fifty guards between levels 150 and 190.
But individually, they were weaker than Rokan. Patterns and all.
Eyes gleaming with tension, Rokan gripped his battle axe short and deflected every simultaneously thrusting weapon.
‘In times like this, stick to the basics.’
Wheel Wind was best for one-vs-many, but that was with level gaps. Instead of wildly swinging, Rokan coolly assessed himself and his foes, stacking attacks one by one.
[Critical!]
[Blood Mark activated.]
[Recover HP proportional to damage dealt.]
[Blade Demon’s grudge disrupts enemy clotting.]
Attacks poured from all sides nonstop. Not lethal, but sharp combo skills stabbing relentlessly.
In a battle too frantic for potions, what let Rokan endure was the three-combo of crits, lifesteal, and bleeds.
When crits landed properly or bleeds stacked, foes retreated to recover, giving breathing room. Accumulating damage was covered by converting attack damage portions to HP via lifesteal.
“Argh!”
And the longer he held, the better it got.
Rokan could instantly recover lost HP, but guards had to retreat and heal slowly from major wounds.
Naturally, the number he faced dwindled, and aside from mana drain, time favored Rokan.
‘Gotta end it in one shot.’
Plus, his wits shone in the chaos.
He’d had chances to kill several guards but stopped at fatal wounds, forcing retreats.
Killing them might help short-term, but the ‘regen’ variable was a burden.
Better to injure fatally, force retreats, then swoop in and decapitate en masse to avoid constant interference.
Thus, Rokan waged this bizarre fight, steadily damaging without killing.
‘Now!’
Finally, the opening. If he were Black Dragon Legion, they’d heal guards with heals or potions, buff them up. But dazed spectators just watched the epic brawl, hastening the turning point.
“Barrage!”
Boom!
Rokan shattered the encirclement with Barrage, using the blast recoil to leap into the clustered wounded.
“Wheel Wind!”
Heavily injured foes unable to resist properly couldn’t block Wheel Wind.
Guards with deep limb gashes or clutching spilling guts barely holding on died en masse.
[Level up!]
His brimming exp announced level up simultaneously.
All HP and mana refilled, reversing the tide.
From fifty to forty, thirty, twenty—guards dwindled rapidly, unable to hold Rokan.
‘Time to finish it.’
But Rokan didn’t flee.
Since it came to this, why not conquer the village? Could make for juicy news.
He glanced at the exploding live chat and mustered more strength.
All guards dead.
Occupy the village, bar Black Dragon users.
What achievement then?
Even in his past life, groups achieved it sometimes, but solo? Never.
‘Groups got the Rare-grade Occupier title.’
Rare-grade Occupier had solid effects.
+5% stats in hostile territory, +10% attack vs hostile faction NPCs.
So what would solo yield?
Soon after, slaying all guards and users or driving them out granted a new title.
[Occupied Black Dragon Legion territory ‘Cradle of the Dead.’]
[Black Dragon Legion users cannot set Cradle of the Dead as respawn for 3 hours.]
[Miraculous achievement! You solo-occupied an enemy faction village. Acquired title ‘Tyrant.’]
[You are the first to acquire this title.]
[Tyrant][Epic]
Cheers to your overwhelming might securing a village-scale stronghold solo!
You are the first to acquire this title.
[Effects]
-Deletes nearby hostile faction legion effects.
+15% to all stats in hostile territory.
+15% attack and defense vs hostile faction NPCs.
+Attack and defense rise up to 50% based on number of qualifying hostile enemies.
‘Whoa.’
Stat boosts and NPC combat buffs were Occupier’s upgrades.
But the other two were busted.
Deletes ‘legion effects’ triggered when enemies mass in numbers with ‘officers’ present.
Plus up to 50% atk/def based on enemy count.
Legion battles were far off, but once triggered, legion fights or ‘real wars’ held no fear.
‘No, I’ll just go Musou mode.’
Foes charging on legion effects wouldn’t just be surprised—they’d plummet in power.
Approaching Rokan alone would sap their strength.
Even debuff legion effects on foes applied the same.
Add Berserk for insane synergy.
“Oh, occupation, huh? Neat feature. Black Dragon Legion users can’t respawn in the Cradle of the Dead for the next 3 hours.”
Rokan quickly grasped it all, grinning at the camera.
Alerts were viewer-hidden, but the no-respawn fact would surface soon, so he revealed it casually.
The already exploding chat went nuclear.
Now unreadable, but one urgent line caught Rokan’s eye.
Wave Mage: Rokan-nim, in front!
“Huh.”
Boom!
He reflexively leaped as a log-like something smashed into his spot.
No Damage Chain, yet it cratered the ground, shockwaves rippling out.
[Ashe Town Guard Captain Jharos][Lv 200]
“Crazy.”
‘Why’s Ashe Town’s captain here?’
While Rokan reeled in shock, it charged into the village.
‘Other guards?’
None yet. Came solo or first out.
Jharos should garrison Ashe Town, so his presence baffled, but Rokan soon realized why.
‘Because of the pet dino?’
Rokan had killed his pet dinosaur before.
Come to think of it, there’d been a warning to flee before he rushed out then.
‘Damn.’
Why no warning now? Complaint bubbled, but not the time. A level 200 powerhouse loomed.
‘Can I do this...?’
99 vs 100 was worlds apart; 199 vs 200 another league.
Even Rokan, past 199, hesitated.
Plus, his mana was heavily drained.
“Mere human, how dare you rampage here. Today, I’ll kill you and avenge Tiller!”
‘No choice.’
Facing the charging vengeance-seeker, Rokan reluctantly decided.
“Berserk!”