Chapter 93
Chapter 93
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: Central Continent (1)
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“What the hell is this…….”
What in the world was Gale?
He still had no idea, but one thing was clear.
‘It’s on par with ‘Nothing is Impossible!’’
Whatever he’d get for completing this quest wouldn’t fall short of the ‘Nothing is Impossible!’ title.
Anyone would call it nonsense, considering ‘Nothing is Impossible!’ was a full-on Legend-grade title, but Rokan thought differently.
Only two conditions had been cleared so far, and he wasn’t even sure he could finish them all, but if he did manage it, the reward would surpass anything he currently had.
That was The Lord’s system—rewarding hard work in kind.
So for completion conditions this tough, it had to cough up at least something Legend-grade.
“Alright.”
Stagger. Thud.
His heart pounding, Rokan took a grand step forward—only for his legs to give out, sending him crashing to the ground.
“Ugh, guess I need a break.”
Even if the ships avoided sea monster attacks, it’d still take two or three days to reach the Central Continent, so a short rest wouldn’t hurt.
How many people were lucky enough to make it there in one go unscathed? Who knew.
‘Impossible, way too impossible.’
With barely any level 170s, let alone 190s like him, fending off packs of 180- and 190-level sea monsters was next to impossible.
It wasn’t just about killing them—they had to protect the crew and keep the ship intact too.
‘Without experience, they’ll run into food shortages or miss login rotations.’
If they skimped on supplies or botched the login schedule, leaving gaps in manpower, it was game over.
A three-day voyage meant no one could stay logged in 24/7, but each person needed at least 24 hours online minimum—and the ship kept sailing regardless.
Running regular routes safely demanded strict role division, constant communication, and quick responses.
‘Regular users might actually have it easier.’
In that light, normal players could come out ahead.
For early birds, guilds would handle ship defense to hitch a ride. For latecomers, early arrivals would grind quests to set up teleport arrays, or new safe routes—taking five or six days—would open up.
Sucks for those pushing hard to cross now, but what could you do? It was supercomputer Condor’s call, not the devs’.
Pioneers would’ve grabbed their own gains anyway—no big loss.
“Whew, gonna be busy for a while.”
Calming himself, Rokan dusted off and stood. Too much to do for lounging around.
“The real systems kick off now.”
If the first- and second-tier cities were tutorials, third-tier were just beginner zones.
Knowing that, Rokan had racked his brains to reach the first city.
[You have discovered the city of Taimura.]
[Amazing feat! You are the first to discover a city on the Central Continent.]
[Acquired the title ‘First Citizen.’]
[First Citizen][Rare]
You are the first visitor to enter Taimura, the Central Continent’s inaugural city. You may be recognized as an honorary citizen.
[Effects]
-Acquire honorary citizen status
“Oh!”
The power of being first. He’d barely done anything and they handed him a title.
Honorary citizenship. Unlike Crossroads, no recognition quest needed to avoid being ignored, but proper play meant getting citizenship and settling in.
Quests existed for that—but Rokan skipped them just by arriving first.
“Still gotta register, though.”
Eligibility aside, registration was key, so he headed to the government office.
He registered his residence as a Taimura citizen, then snapped up prime real estate.
No telling when guilds would plant roots—better prep early.
Like Crossroads, he bought a whole building in the best spot.
“But useless for now…….”
No vendor setup, though.
Guilds were still far off, and even if they showed, he had nothing worth selling.
Local items started at level 190 minimum—mid-tier junk wouldn’t compete, and copying Crossroads stock made no sense.
For a competitive edge, he needed a unique concept or top-shelf items stockpiled.
“Guess leveling’s first.”
Sorting priorities, Rokan sighed deeply.
Until 200, options were limited.
To claim 200-locked stuff, he hit the temple to repair his shattered heart, then dredged memories for hunting spots.
“Until 200…… this guy’s perfect.”
[Ogre][Lv 199]
After quick resupply in Taimura, Rokan headed to Ogre Forest.
A forest teeming with ogres, as named.
Top predators meant few other monsters—just stray animals darting about—so finding one was easy.
“Let’s see, I’m 194 now…… perfect fit.”
Calculations done, Rokan sprang into action.
Target: ogre.
Dim-witted but overwhelming in raw power, crushing foes—the exact type Rokan loved.
“Strike!”
He matched them in physical prowess—his forte.
Krooong!
Splat.
The crude club—like a felled tree stripped of branches—clashed with Rokan’s battle axe, unleashing a spectacle. The massive club exploded outward.
Unable to withstand the force from both.
Human strength? Doubtful.
Spectacle enough to baffle onlookers—but Rokan didn’t blink. His past self had swung far harder.
Kerheung!
Unintended weapon break!
Roaring in fury, weaponless, but it meant nothing.
Rokan wasn’t soft enough to eat wild punches.
“Lethal Blow.”
Splurt!
Dodging and slashing repeatedly, the ogre rolled its eyes back and collapsed.
No troll regen—once physical specs were overcome, easier than trolls.
Having thrashed the forest king like a ragdoll, Rokan checked drops.
[Ogre’s Giant Club][Magic]
[Emblem of the King][Magic]
Two items. One random gear, the other 100% drop for warriors in 1v1s.
“Need 300 of these, huh…….”
Quest item for level 200, fourth job change.
Strict: must be pure 1v1.
Any party member, passerby dealing 1 damage, or mid-fight heal? Zero drop.
Petty, but no worry for Rokan.
No help needed—or anyone around to interfere.
“Bonus: timing’s about right.”
Ogre EXP would kickstart stalled leveling. By 300 emblems, he’d hit 199.
Math checked out—Rokan dove into endless hunt.
Ogre numbers low, but sole hunter meant near-constant action.
* * *
Whish. Splat!
Watermelon-burst sound—one ogre leg flew. Rokan pounced atop.
Not just crippled—smashed underfoot. Tendons severed, resistance gone, chest ripped open.
Heart the size of a man’s head throbbed—he crushed it, stealing life.
“Yes! 300……!”
Screeeee.
Then, something plummeted to squash Rokan identically.
A massive battle axe!
Rokan’s weapon—but two-to-three times bigger.
Boom!
“Urk.”
He parried just in time—body slid back.
Power beyond normal ogres. But expected— no surprise.
Face twisted instead.
“Damn, mood was perfect—why’d you show?!”
Backstep to shake—but it anticipated, closing fast.
“Spawn skill, huh…….”
Twin Head Ogre stats high, but not this agile.
One possibility: pursuit spawn skill.
“Berserk!”
Decision made, Rokan activated Berserk. Frontal clash now? Instant loss.
Berserk to flip gap, overpower spawn advantage!
Berserker-exclusive tactic—he charged back.
“Lethal Blo—damn it!”
Thrusting killer blow at chest—red glow enveloped Twin Head Ogre.
He’d land first, but Rokan twisted away mid-strike.
Boom!
Bombardment-strength axe cratered innocent ground.
“Berserker class, huh?”
Not Berserk. But committing would’ve doomed Rokan.
Unyielding Advance.
Boosted defense plus super armor—immune to all flinch—just activated.
One of the Berserker fourth-job skills Rokan would soon learn.
“Then…… time to bounce!”
Splurt!
Confirmed, Rokan chose flight.
No reason to fight a Berserker-class Twin Head Ogre head-on. It had Berserk too.
Rokan loved tough fights, even reckless ones—but wasn’t stupid.
Smoke bomb from engineering skill—quick extract and flee.
Goal 199 hit, 300 emblems secured.
“You bastard, hold up! I’ll deal with you later!”
Villain-esque line tossed, Rokan bolted.
Kruuung! Kruuung!
Distance opened—he was committed to escape. Even for Twin Head Ogre, too much.
Leaving its aggrieved roars, Rokan returned to Taimura.
Finally, time to hit level 200.