The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 294

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Chapter 294
Chapter 294
A combination of 5th Circle magic: Lightning Field and Fire Cannon.
This was the spell combination I’d grown most accustomed to using while experimenting with various magics through my Blue Spirit Summoning skill and hunting monsters in the desert.
– Activating 5th Circle lightning magic, Lightning Field.
“Gaaahhhhh!”
First, Lightning Field.
This wasn’t meant to finish the enemy outright.
While Lightning Field’s electrical damage was far from negligible, it wasn’t overwhelmingly powerful either.
I use Lightning Field first for two reasons.
Range and stun.
True to its name, Lightning Field boasts an enormous area of effect.
Combined with the paralysis and stun effects inherent to electrical magic.
Enemies caught within its vast radius have no choice but to succumb to paralysis and stun.
Then, at that precise moment.
– Activating 5th Circle fire magic, Fire Cannon.
The most devastating spell among all 5th Circle magics.
With Fire Cannon, I could effortlessly topple even formidable monsters in a single strike.
“Ugh, gaaahhhhh!”
Boom!!
This held true even when the opponent was no mere monster, but a desert warrior of considerable renown.
Especially since I’d amplified Fire Cannon’s power further using my Blue Spirit Summoning.
There was no way my preliminary round opponent could withstand it.
– And the winner is… the Sandclaw Tribe!
“Roooaaarrrrr!”
With that combination of two spells, I’d toppled my opponent with ease.
Fortunately, the fact that I’d participated as the Sandclaw Tribe’s representative didn’t seem to be causing any issues.
Once the match concluded, I slipped out of the Tournament Arena, leaving the deafening roar of the crowd behind.
I wondered if he’d managed to descend safely.
I needed to go retrieve Rashid, who’d vanished screaming.
* * *
“Argh! I should have watched it myself! The Apostle’s first match!”
“It was nothing special.”
“Nothing special? Everyone was going wild! They said it was incredible! And your opponent was the Black Scorpion Tribe, no less!”
“Are they a famous tribe?”
“They’re renowned in the desert for their mastery of poison. Especially this time, there were rumors that they’d brought out the tribe’s secret technique—a deadly toxin—making them favorites to win the tournament.”
“I wouldn’t know. The match ended too quickly.”
“Next time, I’m definitely watching from the front row! I’ve already secured tickets!”
“Sure, sure.”
Fortunately, Griffin had executed my orders flawlessly.
The activation window had been cutting it close, but I’d successfully completed the task of setting Rashid down in a safe location.
Though it happened to be atop some building, which meant I had to go find him and lower him down myself.
In any case, the job was done well.
We sought out a restaurant first to satisfy our hunger after a week’s journey.
“Hmm, our travel funds are a bit uncertain. For now…”
“Let’s go to the best place.”
“Pardon? I’m sorry, but our funds…”
“I’ll pay. While we’re at it, let’s stay at the finest lodging too.”
“Really? Then shall we go there? The Alliance has the best accommodations! They even have a private restaurant!”
“Yes, let’s go.”
“Yes! Please come this way!”
Rashid found the way well.
He’d come to the Alliance once as a child, following the Tribe Chief, or so he said?
Since Rashid was still quite young now, “when he was a child” must mean very young indeed, yet he navigated so expertly.
Following Rashid’s guidance, we arrived at a place called
[ Golden Sand Castle ]
—an inn by that name.
Given that it borrowed the Alliance’s name, its scale was considerable.
It seemed more fitting to call it a Luxury Hotel than an inn.
Upon entering, the inn’s luxurious image, adorned in white and gold, felt even more splendid.
Accordingly, aside from the price, the reservation conditions were quite strict.
“I’m Rashid, the representative attendant of the Sandclaw Tribe! I’ve come with Mir, our representative competitor—I mean, our champion!”
“Confirmed. I’ll show you to your rooms shortly, so please wait a moment.”
“Yes!”
Even so, I’d come as a representative of a tribe.
That was sufficient condition to reserve rooms.
While we waited for our rooms to be assigned, we sought out the Golden Sand Castle’s restaurant for a meal.
“Wow…”
Rashid couldn’t help but marvel as he looked around the restaurant.
When he’d come before, he’d stayed at decent lodging, not the Golden Sand Castle, apparently?
The Sandclaw Tribe consisted of formidable warriors and possessed abundant treasures, but they didn’t seem to care much about money.
Despite holding so much treasure, they hadn’t converted it to currency.
After sitting down, Rashid was startled the moment he saw the menu.
“Yikes! The prices are so expensive! One of these costs about as much as my previous lodging…”
It was because of the price list written beside the menu.
Certainly, even I thought it was pricey.
“Don’t worry about it. Order everything you want to eat. I’m hungry too, and Luke needs to fill his stomach.”
“Really?”
“You know Luke’s appetite, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes! I understand!”
What does it matter?
Gold overflows from my coffers, and if I sell the Magic Stones I’ve obtained from hunting Evil Gods recently, the gold that will pour in is astronomical.
Even without that, there’s the tax revenue from my Territory, the profits from dealings with the Dwarves, and more.
Money flows in endlessly even when I do nothing, so this amount is trivial.
“Then, here! Golden Lamb leg roast, Desert Tiger steak! Sun Scorpion skewers and Desert Herb salad. And….”
Rashid ordered the menu on his own initiative.
The Tower Guide’s eyes grew wider and wider.
“Um, are you really sure about this order?”
“Yes!”
“Please wait a moment!”
She hurried off urgently.
Not long after, a man who appeared to be the restaurant’s Auction Director approached hastily and bowed as he spoke.
“Forgive me for not recognizing the distinguished guests of the Sandclaw Tribe. The table is too narrow to serve all the dishes, so I shall guide you to a more spacious area.”
Thanks to that, we were guided to the finest seating in what was called the VIP room of the restaurant.
The table was spacious, and from our seats, we had an unobstructed view of the Golden Sand Tribe Alliance headquarters right beside us.
The dishes that followed were magnificent, even by my standards.
“Ooooooh!”
“Let’s eat.”
“Thank you for the meal, Apostle!”
The Golden Lamb leg roast was infused with Aasis honey all the way through the meat, releasing golden juices as we bit into it.
The Desert Tiger steak bore regular charcoal marks and carried an impressive wild, deep aroma.
Beyond that were the Sun Scorpion skewers and Desert Herb salad.
All were premium dishes crafted from the precious ingredients of the Great Desert.
‘I wish I’d brought Han Seop with me.’
Of course, the two of us couldn’t possibly finish all this food.
Even sampling just one bite of each dish would leave us full.
So we tasted each appropriately and left the rest.
“Luke, eat.”
– Thank you, Master!
I handed it all to Luke.
Though I say handed it over, Luke had been waiting for this very moment, and he eagerly ignited Black Flame as he began consuming the desert cuisine.
– Ooh! This is truly the taste of the desert!
– It’s completely different from the flavors of the Continent.
– Somewhat dry, yet with umami condensed to its absolute limit.
– Rough to the palate, yet with wild, profound depth drawn to its maximum!
– Absolutely magnificent!
– Especially this rich combination of spices is engraved so deeply upon the soul!
Luke’s assessment was equally excellent.
Rashid ate far better than expected, and since Luke was also subtly anticipating more dishes, we were ordering additional menus we hadn’t yet tried.
“Um, excuse me, guest….”
The Auction Director who had guided us showed signs of distress.
He couldn’t quite form his words properly, fumbling about, but I could roughly discern his meaning.
At first, when we ordered an abundance of expensive dishes, he was delighted and promptly seated us at a prime location.
But as the number of dishes we ordered transcended all reason, he’d begun to doubt whether we could actually pay for it all.
According to Rashid, there had apparently been customers at the Golden Sand Castle who ordered massive amounts of food and then claimed they had no money to pay, so his suspicion wasn’t entirely unfounded.
The fact that he hadn’t said anything until now was likely because we held the status of representatives of the Sandclaw Tribe.
I wasn’t offended by it.
From the Auction Director’s perspective, his suspicion was unavoidable.
And so.
“Will this suffice?”
I withdrew an appropriate amount of Gold from my inventory and placed it on the table.
Though I called it an appropriate amount, it was a substantial bundle of coins—more than enough to cover any additional orders.
The moment he saw this.
“I shall bring the food at once!”
The Auction Director bent at a ninety-degree angle and hurriedly brought out the dishes.
Thanks to that, Rashid, myself, and even Luke were able to finish our meal thoroughly satisfied.
“I’ve also made arrangements to upgrade your rooms!”
“Thank you.”
“We look forward to serving you in the future!”
Our rooms had been upgraded as well.
As I enjoyed such a satisfying rest.
“Mir! It’s our turn!”
My turn had come around again.
* * *
“You’ve come again, I see.”
“It’s been a while, Tribe Chief.”
“The White Rock Tribe sent their representative directly. It seems you have high expectations for the warrior competing this time?”
“He is the pride of our tribe. Haha.”
The Colosseum of the Golden Sand Tribe Alliance.
Among its countless seats, there were VIP seating areas reserved for the various tribe chiefs and influential figures.
This time, their numbers were unusually high, which signified just how important this tournament was.
As a result, every tribe in the desert had mobilized their full strength, sending their mightiest warriors to compete.
Because of this, most of the elders were confidently boasting of their tribe’s victory, engaging in a battle of pride with one another.
– Next, we have a duel between the White Rock Tribe and the Sandclaw Tribe!
“The White Rock Tribe, then. Is that the legendary ‘Toltum’ I’ve heard rumors about?”
“He is the largest and most powerful warrior our tribe has to offer.”
“That equipment….”
“A sacred relic of the White Rock Tribe. Hehe.”
And finally, it was the White Rock Tribe’s turn.
Their opponent was the Sandclaw Tribe.
I’d naturally expected a formidable swordmaster from the Sandclaw Tribe to emerge, but the preliminaries shattered everyone’s expectations when some outsider entered the tournament instead.
And not just any outsider—a Sage wielding continental magic rather than the robust swordplay characteristic of the Sandclaw Tribe.
“Continental sorcery of that caliber cannot possibly shatter our White Rock Tribe’s sacred relic.”
The Tribe Chief spoke with absolute confidence.
The White Rock Tribe’s sacred relic.
A heavily armored warrior clad in White Rock armor would crush that scrawny opponent in a single breath.
The moment the match began.
Whoosh!
Boom!!
As expected.
Just like in the preliminaries, the opponent began casting magic.
However, Toltum, the White Rock Tribe’s warrior, did not fall.
He endured the impact with his White Rock shield and withstood the heat with his White Rock armor, advancing toward his opponent.
But there was one problem.
Boom, boom, boom!
Crash!
Boom, boom, boom!!
The opponent’s assault never ceased.
Though White Rock armor was durable, its weight prevented Toltum from evading even a single spell that rained down upon him.
Like a punching bag, Toltum’s shield glowed crimson red as it absorbed relentless magical strikes without pause.
“Ugh!”
The moment Toltum’s endurance shattered and he dropped his shield.
The ensuing barrage struck Toltum’s armor directly.
Though Toltum’s perseverance was remarkable, once he released his shield, he could advance no further.
And so, as Toltum endured the one-sided magical onslaught, his White Rock armor glowed brilliant crimson before shattering like pottery.
– The victor is! Mir, warrior of the Sandclaw Tribe!
“This cannot be!”
The second duel ended in Mir’s victory.

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