The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 301

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Chapter 301
Chapter 301
The assault team tasked with conquering the Great Pyramid and preventing the Desert’s submersion.
All the Desert’s strongest warriors had gathered here.
Not only the Grand Warriors who had proven their prowess in this tournament, but also previous champions and skilled warriors and shamans from each tribe.
One might mistake it for a great war breaking out, given how magnificent the assembled force was.
With so many people present, their thoughts naturally diverged.
First, the seasoned Grand Warriors of advanced age.
“I never expected the Oasis Tribe’s Great Shaman would grace us with their presence.”
“Hah, and I never imagined Shaxis of the Sandblade would appear.”
“It seems the Alliance Leader has summoned every strong warrior in the Desert.”
“That must mean this crisis is far more grave than we thought, no?”
“The Desert is truly sinking? Is this real?”
“Would he have called us if it weren’t true? Even with the current Alliance Leader’s boldness, he wouldn’t go that far.”
“It appears to be genuine.”
“The Great Pyramid, then…”
“A crisis indeed.”
Having spent long years in the Desert, they recognized each other immediately.
And through that recognition, they grasped how dire the current situation truly was.
The fact that the Alliance Leader had summoned warriors of such caliber meant the Great Pyramid was a place of corresponding danger.
The younger warriors, by contrast, held a different perspective.
“At last, it’s my turn to shine!”
“I’ve honed my strength for this very moment.”
“To stand among the Desert’s mightiest!”
“I’ll prove my power here and claim my rightful place as a Grand Warrior of the Desert!”
“Heh, a stage made entirely for me.”
The young warriors burned with ambition.
Since the tribal alliance was formed and war ceased, their days had been peaceful.
Growing stronger without clear purpose during that peace, now that an outlet for their power had appeared, ambition naturally surged.
The veterans watched them with concern, but they could not dampen the youths’ fervor.
Yet there was one thing none of them could understand.
“I hear the Alliance Leader has appointed that outsider as the assault team’s commander.”
“Is that true?”
“It is. I heard it directly from the Tribe Chief beforehand.”
“That’s not right, is it? I acknowledge his strength, but he’s still an outsider!”
“With the Great Desert in crisis, can an outsider truly lead this operation?”
“The moment things get dangerous, he’ll flee, claiming it’s not his concern!”
“And that’s not all. I respect his strength, but he’s an outsider. He knows nothing of how to move in the Desert, how to act. Nothing at all.”
“How can such a person be entrusted with command of the assault team?”
“No matter how meritocratic the Alliance Leader is, this decision seems poorly judged.”
The one designated as the commander of the conquest force.
It was about Mir, who had displayed tremendous skill in this Grand Warrior selection tournament and claimed victory.
No matter how exceptional his abilities, to appoint an outsider—someone not of the Desert—as commander.
This was unacceptable.
“Before we depart, I heard the Alliance Leader will visit to offer encouragement. Why don’t we all make our case together at that time?”
“Given the current Alliance Leader’s temperament, it seems unlikely he would reverse a decision once made.”
“Still, we must try. This concerns our very lives—no, the future of the sinking Desert itself, does it not?”
“I agree!”
“Of course, we Desert folk must handle Desert matters ourselves.”
The warriors began to grow restless.
At this rate, the moment the Alliance Leader arrived, they would collectively declare a boycott.
As the conquest force’s atmosphere deteriorated further.
“He has arrived.”
“Hmph.”
“Look at that pale skin. Indeed, he is utterly unsuited to the Desert.”
“And his equipment—what is that black coat? Does he intend to absorb all the Desert’s sunlight by himself? He clearly doesn’t know what one should wear in the Desert.”
“This simply won’t do.”
The center of controversy.
Mir had arrived at the site.
The atmosphere grew even worse.
They were already murmuring about Mir not being of the Desert, and now he appeared with pale skin and a jet-black coat—utterly at odds with Desert folk. It was inevitable.
Just as the warriors were steeling themselves to lodge a protest with the Alliance Leader.
“Apostle! No, Mir! You have arrived!”
Someone from the conquest force rushed forward urgently to greet Mir.
His identity was.
“Is that not the Sandcutter Tribe Great Warrior?”
“The one who claims supremacy in swordcraft throughout the Desert.”
The Sandcutter Tribe Great Warrior.
And another.
“You have arrived, Mir.”
The Sandcutter Tribe Great Shaman, revered even among shamans, came out to receive Mir.
“So it was the Sandcutter Tribe that put him forward as their representative.”
“Seems they’ve come to curry favor.”
“What has become of that mighty Sandcutter Tribe? Tsk, tsk.”
Some viewed this unfavorably.
‘What is this atmosphere?’
‘The Sandcutter Tribe Great Warrior is bowing his head?’
‘The Great Shaman is speaking with deference? No matter that he won the tournament as the tribe’s representative, this seems… strange.’
Others felt differently.
They could not fathom this situation at all.
Not a minor clan, but the Sandcutter Tribe Great Warrior and Great Shaman—renowned throughout the Desert—bowing so deeply before me?
Did this make any sense?
Wasn’t this the posture one took before a lifesaver?
As I pondered this.
Something shocking came from the mouth of the Sandcutter Tribe Great Warrior.
“Thanks to you, Mir, saving us and vanquishing the Evil God, our tribe has been able to continue our peaceful existence even today.”
“I scarcely know how to express our gratitude, hearing that you have made our tribe’s name resound across the entire Desert.”
“No, that’s not all.”
“Once this matter concludes, I earnestly hope you will visit our tribe again. This time, I wish to repay you properly.”
The identity was none other than.
“The Evil God?”
It was the Evil God.
No matter how vast the Desert, no matter how scattered the tribes made information travel slowly.
Not all Desert dwellers lived with their ears sealed shut.
Though I hadn’t heard the details, I could catch the ominous rumors circulating recently through the Desert.
A moving magical calamity had occurred.
The Evil God had begun to move, and such.
Indeed, several terrains of the Desert had vanished entirely, an unprecedented phenomenon.
Yet at some point, the rumors had vanished like lies, so I’d simply assumed a great magical disaster had occurred and passed.
“Great Warrior! What are you saying? The Evil God?”
“Great Shaman, is this true?”
“The Evil God? That makes no sense….”
At this, the warriors seized upon the Sandcutter Tribe’s words and voiced their doubts.
In that moment.
The expressions of the Sandcutter Tribe Great Warrior and Great Shaman, who had been smiling so brightly at Mir, turned ice-cold in an instant.
“So you’re saying our Sandcutter Tribe is lying?”
“N-no, that’s not it.”
“We stake our tribe’s name on this truth. Should anyone deny the Evil God, we shall challenge them to single combat in the name of our tribe.”
Such unwavering conviction.
With words spoken so firmly, no one could openly deny the truth of the Evil God.
Yet this was merely a surface denial.
Inwardly, none of them readily accepted this fact.
‘He defeated the Evil God? This outsider?’
‘The Evil God—I’ve heard it called divine evil incarnate, recently disturbing the Continent itself.’
‘Were all the recent rumors true? Was that moving magical calamity really the Evil God?’
‘This outsider saved the Sandcutter Tribe and defeated the Evil God?’
‘Surely not the Evil God….’
‘Even if it were true, why? Why would an outsider risk his life to defeat the Desert’s Evil God and save the Sandcutter Tribe? Why?’
It was only natural.
An outsider had defeated the Evil God.
How could I easily believe such words?
In that chaotic atmosphere, the Alliance Leader of the Golden Sand Tribe Alliance appeared right on schedule.
“Warriors who have gathered to prevent the crisis of the Great Desert, thank you. As I informed you beforehand, currently centered around the Great Pyramid….”
The greeting was brief.
Instead, focusing on conveying information about the reason for this gathering and its objectives was precisely befitting of the current Alliance Leader.
However, the warriors’ ears could not hear the Alliance Leader’s explanation well.
It was because of the shocking information they had just learned from the Sandclaw Tribe.
Then.
“Commander of the assault force and Grand Warrior of the Desert, Mir. Please come forward.”
“Yes.”
The one appointed as commander of the assault force.
The center of controversy.
Mir climbed onto the platform and stood beside the Alliance Leader.
And.
“I suspect some of you feel doubt about why I appointed an outsider as commander, setting aside the Desert’s seasoned Grand Warriors and Great Shamans.”
Unexpectedly, the Alliance Leader began to voice the doubts everyone held.
What followed from his lips was.
“Grand Warrior Mir recently defeated the Evil God that appeared in the Desert and saved the Sandclaw Tribe. No, he saved the entire Great Desert.”
“…!”
It was shocking.
None other than the Alliance Leader of the Golden Sand Tribe Alliance.
Had officially acknowledged that an outsider had defeated the Evil God.
“Moreover, the credit for eliminating the Assassins, the sinister shadow that threatened the Desert, also belongs to Grand Warrior Mir.”
“Ah, the Assassins?”
“The Assassins after the Evil God!”
“Is, is all of this true?”
“How could this be!”
Defeating the Evil God alone was remarkable, but he had also eliminated the Assassins.
It was hard to believe, but these were the words of none other than the Alliance Leader.
One could not disbelieve this.
Especially since this Alliance Leader was not one who would lie even if stabbed to death?
“Therefore, I believe that only Grand Warrior Mir is fit to lead the Great Pyramid assault force to resolve the Desert’s crisis of submersion.”
Originally, the warriors gathered here had intended to oppose placing an outsider in the commander’s position.
But now, at this moment, there was no one who raised their hand and voiced that opinion.
Of course.
One who defeated the Evil God for the Desert’s sake.
One who defeated the Assassins that made the Desert people tremble in fear.
It was unthinkable to disparage such a person merely because he was an outsider.
The Desert people do not forget kindness.
Therefore, there was no one who would oppose the outsider who had already become the Desert’s benefactor.
To deny the outsider’s qualifications in this place was tantamount to denying the Alliance Leader’s own qualifications.
Thus, until the Alliance Leader finished speaking, no one dared open their mouth.
“I’m counting on you, Grand Warrior Mir.”
“Yes, Alliance Leader.”
Mir, who had stepped forward confidently as the commander of the assault force,
“We will depart for the Great Pyramid.”
To prevent the Desert’s collapse.
Led the Desert’s warriors forward toward the Great Pyramid.
The sight of an outsider leading the Desert’s warriors was admittedly peculiar, yet no one remained who would deny Mir’s qualifications.

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