The Return of the Genius Ranker of All Times - Chapter 242

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Chapter 242

Episode 242.

Why hadn’t he thought of that?

Ahdeo is the strongest paladin player in existence.

Excluding Lord Rebbed of Brion, Ahdeo’s reputation was among the very top even including NPCs.

‘And priests and paladins can exert 1.5 times their usual power in this place.’

It wasn’t for nothing that users related to that field were occupying the top ranks of this World Quest.

Moreover, was Ahdeo just any ordinary paladin?

He was the one and only user who could use the power of the Goddess of Purification’s light.

‘Only Ahdeo can accomplish this.’

That’s why he alone is the answer.

Only one person can enter the King’s Temple.

‘Unless Demroc comes – that man who has almost no match in one-on-one combat – none of the Top 10 Guilds have any hope of conquering the King.’

If he could just buy some time with determination…

If he could just delay the appearance of that giant monster, that alone would be enough.

Then there might be a possibility if all the guilds gathered together for a raid.

-Already 1 hour has passed!

-The disaster rate isn’t rising anymore either. It seems it doesn’t rise while a player is inside?

-Ahdeo is doing this?

-God Ahdeo. As expected of The King’s master. Ahdeo was the king.

-Everyone got wiped in Phase 1, but he’s lasting this long in Phase 2.

-But what exactly is Phase 2? I heard Phase 1 was instant death if you got hit by the one-shot pattern.

-Crazy, instant death… So that’s why Leopard got instantly killed. Leopard is famous for never backing down too.

As hoped, he had already bought an hour’s worth of time.

That alone made Harrington feel like he could stick his head out and breathe in a suffocating room that was crushing his entire body.

Maybe, just maybe.

‘Ahdeo might actually pull it off…’

Before that thought could finish, a message appeared.

A message that choked Harrington’s throat as he was savoring a moment of relief.

[Ahdeo has died.]

[The disaster reproduction rate increases as the player who entered the temple has died.]

[The current disaster reproduction rate is 71%.]

-Wow, he dies in the end.

-Ah… even you, Ahdeo…

-So close. He lasted over an hour so I had some hope.

-Where did those bastards go who were babbling that Ahdeo was the only one who could do it and it was a sure thing? Damn, we lost everything, you sons of bitches.

-There were people gambling in the middle of all this lol

-Betting addicts tsk tsk

“Damn it…!!”

In the end, Ahdeo’s challenge had ended in failure.

For Harrington, it was enough to drive him crazy and make him jump around.

-Still, didn’t he shave off a lot of HP? I think he got it down to at least half.

-Among those remaining now, who could defeat the King better than Ahdeo? I doubt there’s much hope even if other Top 10 Guilds come.

-Isn’t Demroc coming? Now Demroc is really the only answer.

-Demroc is doing a hidden quest on the New Continent and it’ll take several days. I heard he was sending officers ahead, but there’s been no news for the past few hours.

-This place is hopeless now. This World Quest is over. GG

As they said, there was no longer any hope in sight.

‘Demroc? That bastard will never come.’

A guy who lives for his own glory from the start.

He was the type who put this World Quest as a lower priority, wondering what amazing hidden quest he was doing.

When news spread that the monster had appeared, the fact that he pulled back his officers was something all Top 10 Guilds knew.

But why isn’t this news spreading?

‘Because the other Top 10 Guilds are the same. Damn bastards.’

Harrington gritted his teeth as he looked at the desk that was smashed from his blow.

It wasn’t incomprehensible.

In a situation where even Ahdeo failed, rather than stepping up and receiving death penalties while damaging their image, it would be better to plant the perception that they couldn’t attempt it because they were unavoidably late.

Even if they arrived, they would probably time their return to when the disaster reproduction rate reached 100%.

Harrington was certain he would do the same.

‘So I should die alone, is that it? How many favors have I done for them, those damn bastards…’

The problem was just that he was in a position where his ass was on fire.

Harrington, who had been venting his anger, soon made a bitter face and sighed.

‘…It’s over. Let me think about how to make excuses to the Emperor. That’s the only way to survive…? Huh?’

It was when he was thinking about how to survive instead of clinging to hopeless matters.

The atmosphere of the chat being posted in the community suddenly changed.

It was because of one name that was mentioned.

At the same time, Harrington’s expression, which had been nothing but shadows without a trace of light, became strange, and a ray of light appeared in his eyes.

Gulp.

He had seen hope.

* * *

And at that moment.

Though not as much as Harrington, there were others whose asses were quite on fire.

‘Damn, what the hell is this situation?’

Those waiting in front of the entrance to the Forgotten King’s Temple.

They were masters of Top 10 Guilds including Cheonoechen and Leonn, and high rankers belonging to NPCs.

-They are all gathered… but they can’t rashly enter.

“Hah, okay I got it. I’ll be there soon, so wait a little longer.”

Ast scratched his head vigorously upon hearing the news that these formidable people were hesitating.

He had been worried that he might not even get a chance to attempt it because he had gone too far due to competitive greed.

It was a needless worry.

‘What is this situation? Did really no one attempt it? The name Top 10 Guilds would be crying.’

As those who stood at the pinnacle, they were always the ones who held their shoulders high and looked down haughtily.

But the sight they showed now had none of that haughtiness.

They were just having a battle of wits in silence over who would enter first.

Leondo, the master of Leonn Guild, who had been showing bravery while telling people to call him the Lion-Hearted King of the era.

Shaodo, the master of Cheonoechen, who had been showing off his lofty bearing as the owner of Pegasus.

Even those bastards who had been throwing their weight around claiming to be disciples of mage tower leaders and castle lords.

They were all the same.

It was truly an embarrassing sight to show to someone, but in fact, they had no choice.

[Ahdeo has died.]

Ahdeo’s death message that had rung out earlier was that shocking.

Ahdeo’s futile death, when they had secretly thought he might clear it, made them hesitate to attempt it.

That was the reason no one attempted it until Ast arrived at this place,

[The current disaster reproduction rate is 89%.]

And this was the result.

The disaster reproduction rate rose even without anyone entering, and the moment it exceeded 80%, it began rising at tremendous speed.

The current reproduction rate was born while players hesitated like that.

Ast glanced sideways. An action he had been doing habitually since the moment the reproduction rate exceeded 80%.

But this time was a little different.

—-!

The moment he met eyes with the countless eyes of the mountain-like monster that now felt like it was right in front of him.

[The Calamity’s reproduction rate has reached 90%.]

[The Calamity’s reproduction rate has reached 90%, causing the seal’s cracks to collapse.]

[The massive disaster fully reveals itself.]

Uoooooooo-!!

A crack split through space with a sharp sound, and the creature fully revealed itself while making a sound like a whale’s cry.

“This is insane.”

Its size was so massive that even from this distance, he couldn’t see its entire body.

[The massive disaster gazes upon this place.]

[The aftereffects of the seal still remain.]

[When the Calamity’s reproduction rate reaches 100%, the massive disaster will move.]

[The massive disaster has fully revealed itself, causing the Calamity’s reproduction rate to rise rapidly.]

[The current Calamity reproduction rate is 91%.]

….

[The current Calamity reproduction rate is 93%.]

It was a deep-sea creature. That was the only way he could describe it.

No similar creature that existed on land came to mind as a comparison.

“…What is that thing.”

“Holy shit… Am I really seeing this right?”

“The calamity rate is rising like crazy? At this rate, it’ll hit 100% in less than 5 minutes. Is it okay to just leave it like this?”

“Then what can we do? Even the Top 10 Guilds can’t challenge it, so what could we possibly do?”

Hearing the shocked reactions from nearby players, Ast’s face reddened.

He felt embarrassed for no reason.

‘Why is this dungeon so damn wide? Of all places, the temple had to be at the very end… I need to move faster.’

Just as Ast was about to hurry as if his feet were on fire.

The players who had been watching with a “whatever happens, happens” attitude suddenly became noisy.

“Huh? Hey, this is crazy! Incredible.”

“What?”

“This is seriously insane, so hurry up and check the community. Holy shit….”

“Why are you suddenly making such a fuss… Ah, got it. I just need to go in… What the hell, are you serious?”

The player who had looked annoyed at his companion’s fuss widened his eyes.

Then, just like his companion, he started making a fuss and sending whispers to others.

This scene was unfolding everywhere.

-Ma, Master!

“What’s going on now?”

The same thing was happening here too.

When Ast questioned the Vice Master’s urgent whisper, the Vice Master frantically recited the community’s contents.

Various content was mixed in, but there was one main point.

-The, the Sword Master! The Sword Master has appeared!

“…What?”

Sword Master.

The Sword of Seven Rivers, direct disciple of Sword Emperor Gaeffield Dreu.

The only player among users who was recognized for swordsmanship by the Empire and received the title of Sword Master.

At that name, Ast stopped moving his feet and stood still.

Then he immediately checked the community, and it was in chaos.

-Crazy, the Sword Master appeared!!

-Huh? That sword-crazy bitch?

-Isn’t that the one who said training the sword comes before quests and everything else? What made her move?

-I think she was in the New Continent until recently. Wasn’t she spouting nonsense about finally being able to see the end of the sword or something?

-A friend in the Empire saw the Sword Master return to the Main Continent. Said she went straight to meet the Sword Emperor.

-Will the Sword Master show up?

-Nah, if she went to meet the Sword Emperor, she won’t come, right?

-You never know. The Sword Master wouldn’t return without a reason.

The unexpected news of the Sword Master’s appearance had everyone in a frenzy of excitement.

And this wasn’t even the end.

-Hey, incredible!! This is seriously incredible news!

-Holy shit, this is crazy. Really fucking crazy.

Following the Sword Master, news came that another player was entering the Main Continent.

After confirming those two names, Ast was stunned for a moment.

Then he raised the corners of his bearded mouth in a grin.

“Well, look at that?”

It was the appearance of welcome names.

* * *

A large room over 10 pyeong.

In the neat room that looked even larger with nothing but various swords and training clothes, no other furniture.

An elderly man who had been touching the window spoke when he heard the door open.

“So, did you achieve the realm you desired?”

It would be a shocking sight for anyone to see.

A kind voice, an ordinary build with a long beard.

At first glance, he might seem like an ordinary white-haired elderly man, but anyone who knew his identity wouldn’t dare open the door without even knocking.

Sword Emperor, Gaeffield Dreu.

The Sword of Seven Rivers and the strongest swordsman called the continent’s greatest sword.

That was the elderly man’s identity.

“I am still lacking.”

“Then why did you return?”

However, the elderly man didn’t blame such rudeness and asked about the intention.

That was natural.

The one who opened the door and entered was none other than the elderly man’s one and only disciple.

“An old companion seems to be in danger.”

“Oh ho….”

At the welcome that briefly dwelt in the calm voice, the elderly man finally turned around.

What appeared in his interested gaze was a woman with calm, black silk-like hair.

Black hair mixed with purple hues and skin as white as white jade.

The deer-like neck revealed above her training clothes, and the curves visible below were those of a beautiful woman.

The woman with a pure appearance but possessing a strange sharpness befitting one who handles swords was calmly meeting his eyes as always.

“An old companion… That interesting fellow you often told me stories about from the past?”

The woman silently nodded.

Then the elderly man gently closed his wrinkled eyes and nodded.

“Go on, my disciple.”

“Yes, Master.”

Only then did a gentle smile form on the woman’s lips.

It was anticipation. Anticipation that came from wondering what her companion would look like after so long.

‘It’s been almost 2 years, Kaiser.’

Sword Master.

It was the moment when the one who was once called Sword Master in Demroc began to move.

And at the edge of the Empire.

It was also then that a huge white ship arrived at the dock where ships returning from the New Continent stopped.

Swoooosh-

Stopping roughly and splashing water in all directions, what revealed itself was a player.

A woman with brilliant white hair that fluttered, reflecting light.

She had equally white skin but red glowing eyes, and while she was certainly beautiful, she somehow gave off a deadly eeriness.

A strange atmosphere that suggested he might cause trouble anywhere, anytime.

The red blood splattered on his face and clothes only enhanced that feeling.

Swoosh.

It was then that the fiercely glowing red eyes returned to ordinary brown.

The woman, looking around the Empire’s harbor she hadn’t seen in a long time, smiled savagely.

“Finally, I’ll see you, bastard.”

One-Woman Army.

This was the appearance of the Empress, the crazy woman of this region, called the devil’s talent that changed both physicality and personality.

And when those two people appeared.

World Quest dungeon, beneath the underground of the Forgotten Tomb.

[I can’t believe it… to master it in just two hours.]

A beast was baring its teeth in the hidden space.

Looking at the beast standing battered and broken in the frozen and shattered, half-overturned space, the Guardian sheathed his sword.

[This much gives me hope to place my faith in you. I’ll trust you. Go and show me the White Lion’s Song you’ve made your own.]

Seeing the firm gaze finally filled with trust, Dohyun relaxed the tension in his body.

‘That was damn difficult.’

Two hours, he said, but he didn’t know how many times he’d clashed and been broken.

He’d thought about giving up countless times.

But in the end, he’d done it.

[You have cleared the Emergency Quest.]

[You obtain the True White Lion’s Song as a reward.]

In the end, he had succeeded in making the complete White Lion’s Song his own.

That wasn’t the end of it.

Dohyun’s gaze turned downward.

‘I didn’t expect these to drop…’

There, three skills he hadn’t seen before were positioned.

One of them was Dohyun’s skill drawn through the random skill gacha ticket he had saved after reaching level 80 this time,

[Guardian Jihad Black has reached a certain level and is given a random skill gacha ticket.]

[Guardian Charlie has reached a certain level and is given a random skill gacha ticket.]

The remaining two skills were drawn through the random skill gacha tickets the Guardians had obtained upon reaching their levels.

That wasn’t all.

Dohyun still had more cards to believe in.

‘I’m looking forward to it. Whether it’ll work on the Forgotten King.’

Unlike at first, now anticipation outweighed worry as Dohyun grinned.

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