The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 293

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Chapter 293
Chapter 293
While conquering the monsters and dungeons of the Desert.
I was concentrating on pure magical application in a way unlike my usual approach.
And for good reason—I had now surpassed level 400 and learned powerful 5-Circle magic that I could finally put to genuine use.
[ Azure Soul Demon Spirit ]
A Mythic-grade skill I had learned from the Evil God this time.
I needed to experiment with the Azure Soul Demon Spirit as well.
Azure Soul Demon Spirit.
As the name suggested, this skill allowed me to harness the mana of the Blue Spirit God itself.
Even passively, it influenced my mana and increased my magical attack power.
– You activate the skill ‘Azure Soul Demon Spirit’.
When used as an active skill like this.
– You cast the 5-Circle fire magic ‘Fire Cannon’.
I could cast magic purely using the Blue Spirit God’s mana.
Not the ordinary crimson flames, but a Fire Cannon that shimmered blue from the Blue Spirit God’s mana.
When I unleashed this enhanced magic against the dungeon’s boss monster.
Kwaaaang!!
The blue Fire Cannon shot forward and struck the boss monster with tremendous force.
Incredible power.
The impact felt not like a 5-Circle Fire Cannon, but rather like a 6-Circle explosion magic ‘Explosion’.
This was the true power of the Azure Soul Demon Spirit.
Moreover, when I infused this enhanced magic into my weapon through ‘Arcane Blade’.
Screech!
“Kiiiiiii—.”
[ You have conquered the ‘Great Desert Ant Cavern’ for the first time. ]
[ You receive bonus experience as a first-time conquest reward. ]
[ The boss monster’s item drop rate increases as a first-time conquest reward. ]
[ Your level has increased. ]
[ Your level has increased. ]
I could add an incredible amount of magical attack power to my strikes.
Now that I was growing accustomed to using magic, the Azure Soul Demon Spirit was a skill I found myself quite fond of.
Afterward, I had Luke devour all the monsters in the dungeon, including the boss, through his predation.
Then I exited the ant cavern.
“Apostle!”
“I told you not to call me that.”
“Ah, you said the Apostle must keep their identity hidden, right? Then what should I call you?”
“Just call me normally.”
“Then I’ll call you Mir!”
Rashid was waiting there alongside the Sand Lizard.
“You actually collapsed the Great Desert Ant Cavern by yourself?! Thank you so much! The food situation in this region has been terrible because of that cavern!”
“What’s next?”
“I’ll guide you right away!”
With Rashid’s guidance and the Sand Lizard’s speed.
Thanks to them, I was able to level up rapidly while traversing the desert.
That wasn’t all.
[ Luke has consumed a ‘Giant Scorpion’. ]
[ Luke’s stats have increased by 30. ]
[ Luke accepts the nutrients left behind by the ‘Black Flame Dragon, Lucknir Desperate Ignoxtan’. ]
Luke’s stats rose considerably as well.
– Master, here are the items that dropped this time.
[ Desert Scorpion’s Poison Blade ]
[ Desert Scorpion’s Carapace ]
“A poison blade. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a finished product.”
I was able to obtain plenty of items.
Recently, I’d been thinking that since Gold accumulates endlessly anyway and there’s nowhere to spend it in reality, it would be better to save up and purchase a premium mana stone.
A premium mana stone would be a great help when defeating the next Evil God.
Premium mana stones are so rare they barely appear at the Auction House… but if necessary, I could always negotiate a trade with Tae-ryeon.
As I crossed the desert with these thoughts, considerable time had passed.
One day, two days, three days, four days.
Despite the Sand Lizard’s speed, the Great Desert was so vast that traversal consumed considerable time.
Larger dungeons took a fair amount of time to clear, so it was unavoidable.
Still.
‘The gains are substantial.’
I was able to raise my level significantly.
I obtained many rare items as well.
I’d already discovered most of the dungeons in the Southern Continent, and my efficiency was beginning to decline, but thanks to Rashid, I could continue hunting with good efficiency.
However.
“M-Master. Or rather, Mir. Shouldn’t we start moving soon?”
“We’re already moving.”
“No, I mean… toward the Alliance! There are only a few days left now…”
As time passed, Rashid began to grow restless.
He kept worrying endlessly from behind, saying there were only a few days left and that we really had to go.
Certainly, there wasn’t much time until the tournament, and since I’d only been hunting monsters without closing the distance to the Alliance, his concern was understandable.
“It’s fine, just keep guiding me.”
“That’s the thing… I’ve already told you everything I know. I really don’t know anything else now!”
“Then…”
“Are we finally heading to the Alliance now?!”
“No, I’ll find it myself.”
“Pardon?”
“Let’s go, Lizard.”
“Krrrrr-!”
“Uwaaaaah!”
What would I accomplish by arriving at the Alliance early?
Going now would only waste time.
With that thought, I began exploring the Desert.
Rashid’s information had run dry by now, but using Luke’s dragon eyes and various detection items, finding Dungeons and Named Monsters wasn’t difficult.
Time passed in that manner.
I remained calm, yet Rashid’s worry grew so intense that his hands trembled more with each passing day.
“Mir, we really need to go now… Actually, I think we’re already late….”
At Rashid’s words, I checked the time and realized the tournament was being held today.
Yet the distance to the Alliance had barely closed.
Rashid had already reached the point of giving up.
“Should we head out now?”
“We’re already late… And we took the wrong path. The Gorge makes it take too long to turn back. We should just give up on this….”
“Luke, bring it out.”
– Yes, Master.
I felt no concern whatsoever.
Rashid would think I’d wandered into the Gorge terrain without any plan, but that wasn’t true.
I’d come here because there were many hidden Dungeons and Monsters around this Gorge.
But more than that.
[ Griffin’s Feather Whistle ]
( Non-Tradeable )
Type: Mount
Grade: Legendary
Requirement: Level 800+, Riding Skill Lv 80+
Description: A feather whistle capable of summoning the Griffin, a legendary monster said to possess the upper body of an eagle and the lower body of a lion.
“Fweeoooooo!”
“A, a Griffin?!”
“Get on quickly.”
“A Griffin! This is….”
“If you won’t ride, suit yourself. Griffin, grab Rashid and let’s go.”
“Fweeoooo!”
“Wait! I’ll ride! I’ll ride! Kyaaaaaaah!”
Without going around the Gorge, the distance from here to the Alliance was quite short if I considered only the straight-line path.
Following my command, the Griffin seized Rashid with its sharp talons and began flapping its wings.
The Griffin soared high and flew over the Gorge toward the Alliance.
Of course, I only knew the approximate direction, so Rashid knew the precise location.
“Which way is it?”
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
“Answer.”
“Over there!”
I had no choice but to rely on Rashid’s guidance.
Rashid, gripped in the griffin’s talons, desperately confirmed our direction and guided us onward.
Whatever else he lacked, the man had tenacity worth commending.
As we pressed forward beyond the Gorge.
“There it is!”
The Golden Sand Tribe Alliance came into view.
The moment I laid eyes upon it, I understood why this place was called the “Golden Sand Tribe Alliance.”
Other deserts possessed their own beauty, but the sand grains here sparkled with a brilliance that rivaled gold itself.
Rising above it were proper structures—buildings of a caliber unseen in other tribal settlements.
Could this be a great city comparable to Labelt on the Continent?
As we soared past the magnificent city.
“And there! That’s the Colosseum where the tournament is being held!”
A colossal Colosseum erected upon the desert sands came into view.
Yet something felt amiss.
The tournament was supposed to begin at noon, but it hadn’t reached that hour yet.
– Esteemed tribespeople of the Great Desert, thank you for your patience.
– We now commence the preliminary rounds to determine the mightiest warrior of the Great Desert.
It seemed the tournament had already begun.
“This is bad! The tournament’s already started!”
This was a serious problem.
– The first match pits the Black Scorpion Tribe, formidable warriors of the desert’s north.
– Against the Sandclaw Tribe, composed of the desert’s most resilient warriors.
“The Sandclaw Tribe?”
“Of all the matches, the first one! This is terrible! We’ll be late!”
The Sandclaw Tribe.
In other words, my turn was the opening match.
My opponent, the Black Scorpion Tribe’s champion, was already ascending toward the arena, fully prepared.
There was no time to enter the Colosseum through proper channels and take my place in the Tournament Arena.
– Where is the Sandclaw Tribe’s champion?
“W-what do I do? We’ve come this far! Ah…”
And so, I.
“Griffin, set Rashid down somewhere nearby.”
“Screeeee!”
“M-Mir?”
“I’m going ahead.”
Whoosh!
From atop the griffin soaring through the sky.
I leaped toward the Tournament Arena of the Colosseum that awaited me.
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Jackle, a warrior of the Black Scorpion Tribe.
He gazed at the dagger coated with the tribe’s legendary black venom and felt certain of victory.
‘Heh heh, no matter who it is, no one can withstand our tribe’s deadly poison. This very toxin can fell even a Desert Worm in an instant.’
Black venom.
And Jackle, the great warrior who had earned the title “Swift Feet” for his unparalleled agility among the tribe.
The combination was flawless.
No matter how powerful the monster or how formidable the warrior, it was impossible to evade every strike of his dagger.
There was no need to strike a vital point.
A single shallow wound would suffice.
Then, by dodging attacks and simply dragging out time, the opponent would inevitably collapse as the venom spread through their body.
‘A great warrior of the Sandclaw Tribe!’
Especially since his opponent was a great warrior of the Sandclaw Tribe.
A tribe renowned for producing formidable desert swordsmen.
That’s precisely why he had brought the venom from the start.
But then.
“Why haven’t they arrived?”
Something was strange.
The opponent hadn’t appeared.
– The warrior of the Sandclaw Tribe… has not yet arrived?
– If they do not arrive within one minute, the Black Scorpion Tribe will be awarded a default victory.
The referee shared the same thought.
Could it be that they weren’t participating in the Desert’s Greatest Warrior Selection Tournament?
Not another tribe, but the Sandclaw Tribe?
It was a situation he couldn’t comprehend, but.
‘Heh heh, this works for me.’
Jackle was satisfied.
If he advanced by default, he could ascend without revealing the existence of the venom to other warriors.
Of course, no warrior was unaware that the Black Scorpion Tribe dealt in poison, but still, he could reduce the sense of threat.
– Ten seconds remaining. Nine, eight, seven…
Jackle was certain of his victory.
He had relaxed his grip on the dagger and assumed a comfortable stance when.
With one second remaining.
Crash!!
Something fell from the sky.
Had a meteor dropped?
A man’s voice pierced through the billowing dust.
“Representative of the Sandclaw Tribe, I have arrived.”
As the sand dust cleared, a man in a black coat was revealed.
At first glance, he didn’t appear to be a desert warrior at all.
“Here is the symbol of the Sandclaw Tribe.”
The symbol held in the man’s hand proved his identity.
It was uncommon, but tribes could cede their participation rights to outsiders.
I hadn’t expected the formidable Sandclaw Tribe to yield their entry qualification to an outsider, yet it wasn’t impossible.
The announcer nodded in acknowledgment, and Jackle straightened his posture as well.
– Since time has been wasted, we’ll begin the match immediately.
The sand dust hadn’t completely settled yet, but it didn’t matter.
Jackle adjusted his stance while inspecting his poison-coated dagger.
– Match, begin.
The instant the match started.
Whoosh!
Jackle, living up to his epithet of “Swift Feet,” burst toward his opponent at remarkable speed, denying him any time to react.
But the man didn’t draw his sword.
He merely extended his palm toward Jackle.
I wondered what he was doing.
– Using 5-Circle Lightning Magic: Lightning Field.
Electric current emanating from the man’s body engulfed the entire arena, electrocuting Jackle’s form.
“Gaaahhhhh!”
It wasn’t lethal.
Entirely survivable.
However, as the current invaded his muscles, his body momentarily seized up—unavoidable.
And in that instant.
From the man’s outstretched palm.
– Using 5-Circle Fire Magic: Fire Cannon.
“Ugh, ugghhhhh!”
A blazing sphere resembling the sun itself.
No—resembling the moon—a blue fireball hurtled ferociously toward Jackle.

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