The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 75

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Chapter 75
Chapter 75
Red Skull.
The Guild that the Murderer belonged to—the very first one I had defeated upon leaving the City of Beginnings.
And just yesterday, I had encountered that Murderer again within the main tournament.
I had assumed that Defair’s group, who had been with the Murderer, were also Guild members of Red Skull.
But I never expected them to swarm me here in the Second Crown Server—not just Second.
“Seeing you all rush in together like this, it seems one or two of you wouldn’t be enough to feel confident, hm?”
“Kekeke, is that all you have to say? So what are you implying? Did you really think we’d fight you one-on-one fairly?”
“Of course not. Cowards like you would never do such a thing.”
As we exchanged words.
I glanced down at the black flame burning softly within my grasp, careful not to let them notice.
Though this wasn’t a situation conducive to conversation, I had built considerable rapport with Luke through our many exchanges.
Fortunately, Luke immediately grasped the meaning behind my gaze.
– I could retrieve it, but it appears that all the power of the items you’ve collected would be completely nullified in this place.
The response I had anticipated came through.
As I knew well, within the Second Crown, users’ abilities were entirely stripped away outside of tournament matches.
No matter how fast I was in Second, here I could only run at an ordinary human’s pace.
No matter how strong I was in Second, here I could barely lift a single iron shield.
Items were no exception.
Even if I drew forth Zeus’s lightning, Astrappe, it would be nothing more than a stick shaped like a bolt here.
Even Ares’s sword, Enyalios, was no different from a club with a dull edge in this place.
‘That’s fine.’
Though I understood this reality, I did not despair.
In fact, the Second Crown’s restrictions actually favored me.
Among the users surrounding me, there were surely some whose levels exceeded mine by more than double.
Normally, facing such opponents would have been incredibly difficult, but now the conditions were equal for everyone.
“Your expression suggests you still haven’t come to your senses. Could it be you’re reassured by the fact that killing is forbidden in the Second Crown?”
“Keke, seems like it.”
“Did you really think we came here without anticipating that? We won’t kill you. Instead.”
Defair pulled a rope from his pocket.
The others did the same.
I didn’t know what item it originally was, but right now, that rope was nothing more than an ordinary rope.
“We’ll simply bind you up tight.”
“Keke, until the Beginner League tournament begins.”
“You have only two choices left. Either you stay here bound by us, or you log out and watch your own forfeit.”
Yes.
This was their objective.
Cleverly exploiting the Second Crown’s rule that killing was forbidden, they would bind me in place instead of killing me, preventing me from participating in the tournament.
That was it.
“Now, stay still. I’ll tie you up without it hurting.”
The moment Defair stepped forward with the rope in hand.
“Luke.”
– I’ve prepared something based on my own judgment, sir.
Something materialized from the black flames and fell into my grasp.
My eyes remained fixed on Defair, but the sensation in my hand was enough to tell me what it was.
I swung the item Luke had handed me forcefully toward Defair.
Crack!
What I held in my hand was an ordinary club.
Not a Mythic weapon, not a Legendary weapon, not an Epic weapon—just an utterly mundane intermediate club with a level 20 restriction.
However, on the Second Crown Server, the grade or attack power of items didn’t matter much.
What mattered more was the form that fit snugly in the hand, comfortable to grip and swing.
“Ugh! W-where did a weapon suddenly come from!”
“Everyone, what are you doing! Attack!”
Defair was knocked backward by the direct hit of the club, but he didn’t seem to have taken any damage.
In the Second Crown, attacks don’t cause damage even if they connect.
Then the members of Red Skull rushed at me simultaneously.
Against such opponents.
“Net.”
– Yes, master.
“Ugh! What is this now!”
I threw the net.
Whoosh!
“Ahhh!”
Then I scattered ash in their eyes.
The ash originally came with a blinding effect, but even without that, throwing it in someone’s eyes could obscure their vision momentarily.
Whip!
“W-when did you—!”
I bound their bodies with rope.
It was only a brief opening, but back in First, I’d completed many Quests involving restraining wanted criminals and humanoid monsters. I’d done plenty of binding work.
Since I was confident in my restraint techniques, even a momentary gap was enough to bind their hands and feet.
“Grab him! Get him!”
“Damn it, his stats really were reset? Why is he so damn quick!”
I could sense Red Skull’s confusion.
Probably, their bodies weren’t responding as they intended because their stats didn’t match what they were in Second.
But I remained free.
I’d been playing First, which was full of lag and bugs, from the start.
And I’d already experienced having all my First powers completely reset when I came to Second.
Handling a weakened body was no difficult feat.
Whip!
“Let me go, let me go!”
“What the—”
“Why is the Archer fighting so well!”
Just because an item’s effect had faded didn’t mean I couldn’t use it anymore.
Even without its effect, a net was still a net.
A rope could still bind enemies.
A club could still send foes flying.
After a short while had passed like that.
“Phew.”
“Ugh, ugggh! Uuugh!”
“Uuugh….”
I managed to restrain all of them.
When I stepped outside, I spotted a Guard Captain NPC patrolling the area, so I pointed out where I’d bound the Red Skull members.
Even on the Crown Server rather than the main server, criminal acts accumulated Chaos points, so there was no need to present evidence.
During the tournament, Chaos points and penalties were said to be doubled.
They wouldn’t be able to watch Second Crown anymore.
“Time’s moving faster than I expected.”
Since there were quite a few of them, it took longer than I’d anticipated.
The Beginner League had already started, and there wasn’t much time left until my turn.
So.
“Should I head over?”
I started running toward the Tournament Arena without delay.
* * *
“At last! The tournament to determine the champion of the Beginner League, which everyone has been waiting for, has finally begun!”
“Ah, I’ve been waiting so long! I’m getting dizzy!”
The final stage of the Beginner League.
The tournament had started.
Since 64 players had qualified in the preliminaries, the tournament naturally proceeded as a 64-player bracket.
Given how hot a topic the recent Beginner League had become.
“Waaaaaaaa!”
“Mir! Mir! Mir! Mir!”
“Let’s get started!”
Despite being a Beginner League, the crowd’s energy was incredible.
Fueled by this, the two commentators continued their commentary with even greater vigor.
“The favorite to win this Beginner League is surely that player!”
“That’s right! Mir! A rising star who appeared suddenly in the Beginner League, unaffiliated with any Guild!”
“We’re excited about this tournament! We’ve heard rumors that other players have been making tremendous efforts to defeat Mir!”
“Will Mir win as everyone expects, or will a new talent dethrone him? We can hardly wait!”
There was another reason why the two commentators kept talking only about Mir.
And that was.
“Now, as everyone eagerly awaits! The time has come!”
“The Beginner League tournament! The first match of the Round of 64! We have Mir and Taha preparing for their bout!”
Mir’s match was the tournament’s opening fixture.
All eyes were upon the arena.
Mir’s opponent ascended to the Tournament Arena.
Facing Mir from the very start, they appeared visibly tense.
Yet something was amiss.
Despite the announcement for competitors to take the stage, Mir had not yet appeared.
“Ah, Mir? What’s happening?”
“Mir hasn’t shown up yet.”
“Time is running short.”
“Won’t a no-show result in a forfeit?”
“Yes, so Mir needs to hurry! Come on, Mir!”
And then.
Among the spectators watching this unfold, a man smiled.
Moonlight Wolf of the Red Skull Guild and his brother Bloody Wolf curled their lips upward.
“Kekeke, there’s no way he can make it.”
Their first plan to demonstrate Red Skull’s dominance.
It was they who conceived the scheme to detain Mir and prevent him from participating in the league.
The Secret Veil and Ring of Illusion made him difficult to locate, but through meticulous intelligence gathering, they had deduced that the entity known as the “Game Master” was likely Mir.
Thanks to this discovery, their plan was now in motion.
“Brother, this isn’t the end, right?”
“Of course not. This is merely a taste. The real revenge begins in Second after the tournament concludes.”
“Hah, I’m already thrilled. It seems he prepared so hard for this league. He must be furious, right? Kekekeke.”
This plan was only the beginning.
Once Second commenced, they would issue a proper assassination order, ensuring Mir would be killed the moment he respawned for at least a month.
That should be sufficient to demonstrate Red Skull’s true might.
And beside them.
“Why isn’t Mir showing up? Did something happen?”
Kang Ju-hyuk was growing worried about Mir.
The remaining time dwindled steadily—now only five seconds remained.
If Mir did not enter within five seconds, his forfeit would be automatically confirmed.
4.
3.
2.
1.
As the countdown reached its end and the crowd prepared to lament Mir’s forfeit.
“Mir has appeared!”
“With only one second remaining! He nearly didn’t make it!”
“Phew, I was so nervous Mir might be disqualified!”
Mir appeared in the Tournament Arena.
“Wooooooah!”
“Mir! Mir! Mir!”
“You scared us half to death!”
The spectators erupted in cheers.
“What?”
“Brother, how is this possible!”
“Damn it, what’s going on?”
Moonlight Wolf and Bloody Wolf, the brothers, were taken aback.
“Tch, that bastard! We were so worried!”
Kang Ju-hyuk rose to his feet, clenching his fists tightly.
“The match will begin momentarily! Both competitors, please draw your weapons before we commence!”
“Mir, as expected, you’ve drawn a ranged weapon!”
“It’s an extraordinarily massive longbow!”
Since everyone had been waiting for Mir, the match began immediately.
The weapon Mir had drawn was a longbow.
After setting up a longbow that stood nearly two meters tall, I pulled the bowstring taut with all my strength and aimed at my opponent.
My opponent swallowed hard, tension mounting.
‘I can dodge it.’
My opponent showed no concern.
How much had I trained for this very moment?
I had practiced dodging arrows until I was sick of it.
Just one shot.
If I could evade just one arrow, I was confident I could rush at Mir and strike him down in a single blow.
And so.
“Match, begin!”
The instant the match started.
Twang!
I released the bowstring.
Toward my opponent, who had thrown his body to the left to evade the arrow.
“…!”
The arrow nocked to the longbow—massive and heavy as a ballista bolt—suddenly twisted mid-flight, its trajectory bending sharply.
Thunk!
It struck my opponent’s heart with perfect precision.
That was all.
The longbow’s arrow damage was extraordinarily potent, and my opponent, whose vital point had been pierced cleanly by that arrow, suffered a critical hit and perished in that single strike.
“This can’t be happening!”
“Mir, the moment the match began! You’ve ended the match with just a single arrow!”
“The match has ended before it truly began!”
“Truly magnificent! Mir!”
The two commentators jumped to their feet.
“Wooooooooooooooow-!!”
A roaring cheer erupted from the spectator stands.

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