The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 233

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Chapter 233
Chapter 233
Using Triton’s conch shell to stir up waves.
Thanks to Siren’s harp disorienting the pirates, clearing them out proved far from difficult.
All I needed was to snipe the captain from atop the Lighthouse or punch a few holes in the hull, and the pirates would destroy themselves.
However.
Clang!
“Hmm?”
One man alone.
The captain standing atop the pirate ship at the front, the one projecting a barrier, was different.
At first glance, he seemed no ordinary figure, so I fired a warning shot—but seeing him casually deflect my attack with his sword even after I used ‘Silver Shot’ proved he was no common foe.
That wasn’t all.
Though he wore a crude pirate’s guise, the precise, disciplined movements visible in his smallest gestures testified that he was no ordinary man.
And such a man.
Splash!
Leaped from the ship and now rushed toward me across the water’s surface.
Skills like Water-Walking or Water-Flight that allow one to run across water are advanced techniques even users rarely master.
The way he wielded such power so freely confirmed he was indeed no ordinary figure.
In any case, I had no intention of letting him approach me unscathed.
[ Robin Hood’s Bow ]
[ Robin Hood’s Quiver ]
I switched from my sniper bow to a rapid-fire bow.
Robin Hood’s Bow and Quiver.
Though they were Legendary-grade equipment, their required level was low, making them less than ideal weapons for my current level.
– Rank Assimilation active
Rank Assimilation—an ability gained through job awakening.
Thanks to it, the equipment level of Robin Hood’s Bow and Quiver synchronized with my own level.
Immediately.
– Activating skill ‘Silver Shot’.
Whoosh!
I fired an arrow toward the man rushing across the water.
Ting!
But it didn’t work on him.
Just as when I first sniped him, he calmly swung his sword and deflected the arrow.
However, my attack was only beginning.
Shwish-shwish-shwish!
The bowstring of Robin Hood’s Bow was drawn back rapidly.
This Robin Hood’s Bow excelled in rapid-fire, not precision sniping.
Moreover, each time I drew an arrow from Robin Hood’s Quiver, a new one materialized.
I continued firing those arrows relentlessly.
Relentlessly fast, without a moment’s respite.
Ting!
The man swung his blade with equal speed, deflecting the arrows.
However, simply leaping across the sea’s surface consumed considerable mental stamina.
And attempting to block every arrow streaking toward him at such velocity…
Ping—
An arrow he failed to properly deflect grazed past his calf.
Whoosh—
One arrow he’d missed flew straight into his chest.
His expression twisted, yet he showed no signs of distress.
His scowl stemmed merely from irritation at the audacious arrow that had slipped past his blade.
“How bothersome.”
His demeanor suggested he feared arrows not in the slightest.
As the next arrow embedded itself in his chest—
Ping—
The sound wasn’t of an arrow piercing, but of it bouncing away.
It wasn’t a Mythic-grade arrow with a 1,000-level restriction, yet this attack shouldn’t have bounced off so pathetically.
Beneath the shabby jacket he wore to pose as a pirate lay armor of Legendary grade—armor that could deflect even Legendary-tier arrows.
My arrows continued to rain down, yet the man grew bolder still.
He minimized his defensive swings, focusing instead on movement, letting his armor absorb every questionable shot.
“Yes, that’s the typical response.”
And I had been waiting for this moment.
I’d sensed the armor’s presence in his movements, fired arrows in rapid succession, and engineered this exact opportunity.
“Luke, Shade Phantom.”
— Yes, Master.
As I drew back the bowstring of Robin Hood, Black Flame ignited between my fingers, and a single obsidian arrow materialized.
[ Shade Phantom ]
( Non-Tradeable )
Form : Arrow
Grade : Legendary
Restriction : Level 600 or higher, Bow Mastery Lv 60 or higher
Description : An arrow of absolute darkness, forged from shadows drawn from the abyss of pitch-black oblivion.
Then, I wove the Shade Phantom among my rapid-fire arrows.
The Shade Phantom didn’t simply blend with the others—it concealed itself within the shadow of the arrow ahead, flying toward the man undetected.
Believing the arrows’ power weaker than expected, his guard lowered, the man defended only his vital points and failed to perceive this threat.
The Shade Phantom, hidden within the arrow’s shadow, burrowed toward his chest.
The arrows from Robin Hood bounced harmlessly off his armor.
But the Shade Phantom—
Thunk.
It pierced straight through his armor.
No—the arrow pierced straight through, armor be damned.
It was the Shade Phantom’s signature ability: armor penetration.
Still, the man proved his caliber by sensing the danger instantly and twisting his body away.
Thwack!
He barely managed to dodge the vital point.
“Ugh!”
Barely—the arrow had only grazed past the vital point.
The power of the Shade Phantom, a Legendary-grade arrow with a 600-level restriction, was undeniable.
The man couldn’t bear the pain and rolled across the deck, groaning in agony.
Yet he rose immediately.
“How dare you…!”
Just as I suspected—he was no ordinary pirate.
He’d barely dodged the vital point, yet he moved right after taking that arrow. That alone proved it.
Moreover, after being struck, he rolled across the water’s surface and managed to reach solid ground.
The man didn’t let his guard down against my next volley, deflecting every arrow as he charged full force toward the Lighthouse.
Ting-ting-ting!
Truly, exceptional skill.
With his guard up, he was deflecting every arrow I fired.
Even when I wove lethal attacks between the arrows like with the Shade Phantom, it made no difference.
His eyes blazed with determination—he wouldn’t fall for the same trick twice—as he rushed forward with terrifying intensity.
As he approached the Lighthouse, the man began scaling it rapidly.
He couldn’t run vertically like I could, but his superior physique allowed for swift climbing.
In that moment.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
I drew a bow and arrows even more powerful than Robin Hood’s, attacking the man whose hands were occupied with climbing and unable to wield his sword.
But my plan wasn’t simply to shoot him down.
The moment I was waiting for came next.
‘Come on.’
The instant he reached me.
* * *
“Baron Mir, how dare you resort to such shallow tricks…!”
The Valencia Knight raged.
Even a lowborn adventurer would have received a baron’s title.
Yet instead of wielding his sword properly, he fired arrows from afar.
And worse, he used cowardly deception, weaving tricks between his arrows.
“I will not forgive you!”
His liege.
The armor bestowed upon him by Duke Winchilsey had been pierced by that arrow.
The fact that the arrow had penetrated that armor and wounded him was unforgivable.
“I will not grant you a merciful death.”
I had originally planned to take only his head.
But my mind changed.
The audacity to pierce the armor bestowed upon me by my lord with such a shallow trick.
I would not let such an offense pass lightly.
I would kill him brutally and mercilessly, leaving his severed head steeped in agony.
With that resolve, I climbed the Lighthouse.
Whoosh!
Since I needed to use my hands to scale the Lighthouse, deflecting arrows became increasingly difficult.
And the incoming arrows grew stronger still.
I avoided the vital points, but I could not escape arrows that I failed to parry or dodge embedding themselves in my body.
But it was fine.
The moment I reached the top of the Lighthouse, my victory was assured.
Thud!
Though I did take a rather fatal blow at the very end.
It did not matter.
I had already grasped the summit of the Lighthouse.
“Now it ends!”
I drew the sword I had sheathed to build momentum and leaped toward the summit.
Now I need only swing this blade and it will be finished.
There was no way an Archer could withstand my sword.
But then.
‘A sword?’
What entered the eyes of the Valencia Knight as he burst onto the summit was not an Archer.
Mir was holding a sword instead of a bow.
And it was not a portable short blade that Archers typically resort to in desperation, but a treasure sword that appeared extraordinary at first glance.
I had naturally assumed she would be drawing her bowstring, but it did not matter.
‘Archer or not.’
So the baroness had managed to procure a fine treasure sword.
No matter how excellent the blade, a sword wielded by an Archer posed no real threat.
Since it had come to this, I decided I would strike down Mir and recover that treasure sword, swinging my blade accordingly.
Clang!!
“Ugh!”
A tremendous impact reverberated through my sword hand.
The sword I had swung was sent flying backward with great force.
What was this?
My sword had been repelled by the blade of a mere Archer?
This was impossible.
Though startled, I quickly recovered my sword like the seasoned knight I was and attempted to continue my assault.
But then.
‘She abandoned her sword?’
The man before my eyes.
Mir’s actions were strange.
Mir also couldn’t overcome the recoil from the collision of two blades, and his sword flew from his grasp.
He released it from his hand without any hesitation.
Could it be that, true to his nature as an archer, he was abandoning the sword and stepping back to use a bow instead?
But there wouldn’t be any space to retreat at the top of the Lighthouse, would there?
The moment countless questions arose.
Whoosh!
Black flames ignited in Mir’s grasp.
Along with it.
“What!”
A red blade suddenly appeared in Mir’s hand, larger and sharper-looking than before.
* * *
The man rushing toward me, pretending to be a pirate.
As he climbs the Lighthouse and takes my arrows, I can roughly infer his combat prowess from his movements.
‘At that level, he’s Imperial Knights caliber? Vice Commander level, or perhaps slightly higher?’
He seems weaker than the Knight Commander, but this was by no means a light assessment.
Even at the Vice Commander level of the Knight Order, he would be far stronger than I am now.
The reason he’s taking my arrows is because he can’t use a sword while climbing the Lighthouse, and.
‘He must be hiding his identity.’
For reasons unknown, he wasn’t revealing his true power to conceal who he really was.
Still, since he’s a stronger opponent than me.
I had prepared one deception.
That deception was.
‘Pretending to be an archer.’
Deliberately using only arrows to make him misunderstand my specialty.
In fact, this method was conceived from how people during the Second Crown era mistook me for a ranged class because I only used long-range weapons.
Opponents who were certain I was an archer would inevitably become fixated on the idea that ‘if I can just get close, I’ll win.’
This opponent was no different.
Even taking arrows, he kept trying to climb the Lighthouse and approach me by any means necessary.
The moment the man finished climbing the Lighthouse and reached me.
[ Small Wrath, Bagaltergh ]
( Non-tradeable )
Form : Sword
Grade : Legendary
Restriction : Level 800 or higher, Sword Mastery Lv 80 or higher
Description : One of the two swords of the hero ‘Diarmait Ua Duibhne’ from Erin Fierna.
Toward the man swinging his blade at me, I swung mine as well.
– Using skill ‘Crimson Field Blood Claw’.
Clang!!
A tremendous impact.
Had the weapon’s tier been even slightly lower, I would have been unable to deflect the blade and would have shattered instead—such was the ferocity of the attack.
Though I had managed to repel his sword, my insufficient stats meant I bore the brunt of the shock far more severely.
But unlike my opponent, who was channeling force into his blade to reclaim it,
I released the sword from my grip.
I shed the impact by simply letting the weapon slip from my hand.
In the next instant, my lightened hand seized a new weapon.
[ Great Wrath, Moraltagh ]
( Non-Tradeable )
Form : Sword
Grade : Legendary
Restriction : Level 1,000 or higher, Sword Mastery Lv 100 or higher
Description : One of the two swords wielded by Diarmait Ua Duibhne, the hero of Erin Fierna.
Moraltagh—a Legendary blade even more formidable when paired with its counterpart, Little Wrath, Beagaltagh.
Gripping that weapon,
– I activate the 4-Circle Fire spell, Rune Flare.
Weaving the 4-Circle Fire magic I had newly learned beyond level 300 into the blade through Arcane Blade,
– I activate the skill Black Insect Flash.
Unleashing an offensive skill,
– I activate the unique skill of Great Wrath, Moraltagh: Wrathful Strike.
Combining the weapon’s inherent power with
[ Black Flame Transformation. ]
[ I borrow the strength of the Black Flame Dragon, Lucknir Desperate Ignoxtan. ]
Channeling Black Flame Transformation as well,
I pierced through.
The man’s chest,
along with the armor concealed beneath his tattered pirate jacket.

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