The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93
Chapter 93
A being born by nature as the supreme ruler of all orcs.
The Orc Lord.
The strength of this Orc Lord was not merely the ability to gather and command orcs.
The pure combat power of the monster known as the Orc Lord was formidable enough to surpass every orc across the continent.
And such an orc.
“Roooaaarrr!”
was charging straight at me.
What level was that Orc Lord?
It seemed like it would be at least double my level.
No, that was the minimum estimate—it had to be over 400 at the very least.
It might even exceed 500.
One thing was certain: that Orc Lord was an opponent I was nearly impossible to face in my current state.
– Activating skill ‘Black Serpent Shadow Dance’.
Using even the skill taught to me by the Hunter Master, I barely managed to evade the Orc Lord’s attack.
Until now, most situations where I used Black Serpent Shadow Dance were to launch a counterattack simultaneously with the skill’s activation.
I wondered if this was the first time I’d used it purely for evasion.
Honestly, if it weren’t for my enhanced agility, that would have been dangerous.
But then.
In a flash.
In the moment I barely dodged the attack.
Within that brief instant, in what felt unrealistically slow, I felt as though I’d made eye contact with the Orc Lord.
‘Could it be.’
It was no mistake.
The Orc Lord was staring directly at me.
As if it had anticipated my escape beforehand.
And with that.
“Did you think you could escape!”
The Orc Lord twisted its body in an instant and swung its axe at me.
Crash!
I couldn’t evade the second attack and took the full brunt of it.
In my hand, sent flying far back.
– Master, are you alright?
“Thanks to you.”
[ Black Ebonwood Shield ]
Just before taking the Orc Lord’s strike.
I’d barely managed to draw out the shield in time.
Had I not drawn the shield, that single blow would have killed me outright.
And for good reason.
Crack—
The shield that had been blocking the Orc Lord’s assault shattered completely from that single blow.
It was a hastily retrieved shield, so it wasn’t exceptionally high quality, but it was still a rare-grade shield with a level 150 restriction.
Not only did the shield break in one hit, but the impact that wasn’t absorbed by the shield’s defense penetrated through, draining my health at an alarming rate.
‘A monster.’
That’s right.
The Orc Lord was truly a monster incarnate.
No matter how I thought about it, this creature was not something I could face at my current level.
‘Should I flee?’
This is a battle I cannot win.
The level gap needs to be reasonable, but at level 150—
No, even if I defeated thirty thousand orcs and leveled up explosively, I could never bring down the Orc Lord at this stage.
And yet.
“Mir!”
Someone appeared before me.
A man clad in armor bearing the emblem of the Baltika Empire, wielding a long cavalry lance and a cavalry shield.
The commander of the 2nd Subjugation Squad.
The Subjugation Commander, Lugard.
But that wasn’t all.
“Are you alright!”
“Damn, an Orc Lord.”
“You survived down there and crawled all the way up here?”
The members of the 2nd Subjugation Squad lined up before me.
Just from seeing how I was sent flying backward from a single hit, anyone could tell how powerful the Orc Lord was.
Yet they didn’t flee—they rushed to protect me instead.
Truly.
The more I witnessed moments like this.
The more I found NPCs more comfortable than players.
Back in Second Crown, the mind games between players felt like nothing but a nuisance.
But the NPCs of Second… they have something special. Romance, perhaps.
‘Right, why would I flee?’
What was my reason for playing Second in the first place?
To make money?
That’s merely a secondary reason.
I play Second simply because I love it.
Because this game, so similar to First, is genuinely fun.
So how could I abandon the challenge and flee when such a powerful monster stands right before me?
“Could you all hold on just a bit longer?”
“Do you have some kind of plan?”
“I’ll figure out something, no matter what.”
“I trust you. 2nd Subjugation Squad! You all heard me!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Everyone raise your shields high!”
Whether it was back in First or now, it was always the same.
I had always fought alone, but this time I decided to borrow the strength of others.
Upon hearing my request, the squad members raised their shields before the legendary monster known as the Orc Lord.
Watching them.
“Luke, let’s go.”
– Yes, Master.
[ Using Black Flame Transformation. ]
[ Borrowing the power of ‘Black Flame Dragon, Luke Nir Desperato Ignockton’. ]
I activated Black Flame Transformation and felt Luke’s power flowing into me.
– Using the skill ‘Concealment’.
Whoosh.
I concealed my body among the hundred Subjugation Expedition members.
[ Evil Dragon’s Holy Sword, Hroti ]
Then, the Evil Dragon’s Holy Sword, Hroti, appeared in my hand.
The evil dragon’s holy sword, bearing a malevolent hue beyond mere black, seemed perfectly suited to me as I hid in the shadows of the squad members, targeting the Orc Lord.
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“Krraaaaaaah!”
Crash!
The great Orc Lord, Grashtar, struck down the human who dared to interfere with his destiny.
His double-bladed axe struck precisely at the human attempting to flee from his assault.
“If your chest had split in one blow, you could have died peacefully. Yet you bring suffering upon yourself!”
But the impact felt wrong.
Sure enough, the human who had been sent flying in the distance was rising to his feet, hurling a shattered shield he had produced from nowhere.
The moment he took a step forward, exhaling through his nostrils to finish this.
“So you all were eager to die first, it seems.”
Other humans, not the one he had been targeting, blocked his path.
Daring to obstruct the path of the Orc Lord himself.
And with such pathetic insects of humans at that.
Unforgivable.
“If you wish to die so badly, I shall slaughter you all in order.”
Grashtar swung his double-bladed axe.
Yet even he could not withstand the crumbling cliff face intact.
His muscles were excessively activated, causing muscle fibers throughout his body to rupture and tear, with bruising that even his innate vitality could not heal spreading across his entire frame.
A significant portion of his skeletal structure had cracked and fractured under the excessive strain.
Yet still, the Orc Lord remained formidable.
Crash!!
“Ugh!”
The 2nd Subjugation Squad—undefeated against orcs, their record unblemished.
A veteran member of the 2nd Subjugation Squad, seasoned in combat against orc-like humanoid monsters, was sent flying by a single swing of the Orc Lord’s axe.
The shield he’d been holding shattered completely, and his body bore injuries severe enough to prevent further combat participation.
“God, are you alright?”
“Cough… I’m alive, at least. Somehow…”
Perhaps it was because he’d focused solely on defense, absorbing the brunt of the attack?
Despite taking a direct hit from the Orc Lord, he’d managed to cling to life.
Having sent two more squad members flying, Grashtar then—
‘Where did he go?’
The key figure who dared to obstruct my destiny.
I realized that the human wreathed in ominous black flames was nowhere to be seen.
‘Did he flee?’
That would be troublesome.
I had sworn that I would kill that human with these hands, no matter what.
So I intended to crush all these insect-like humans beneath my feet and then hunt him down.
Sss…
The transcendent senses I possessed as an Orc Lord—
the sixth sense born from the maximized primal instinct that all beasts carry—sent a danger signal coursing through me.
I twisted my body instinctively, but—
Thunk!
[ Wyvern’s Greatsword, Hroti ]
“Kieek!”
A jet-black greatsword pierced my flank.
An orc’s characteristic whistling cry—a sound of air escaping—spilled from my lips like a whimper.
Humiliation followed in its wake.
Not only had this creature dared to strike me, an Orc Lord, but it had forced from me that whistling sound—the very embodiment of orc discord.
A sound I had sworn never to make.
Who dares?
The Orc Lord reflexively swung his axe to identify the attacker, but—
Whoosh!
The moment the greatsword was embedded, the figure had already withdrawn and vanished into the shadows.
Yet Grashtar could see.
I could see the identity of the human who had dared to plunge a greatsword into my flank and was now fleeing with infuriating composure.
“A mere human dares insult me twice…!”
The human who toppled the Cliff.
It was him.
Unforgivable.
With rage burning to the tips of my horns, I honed my primal instincts to a razor’s edge and gave chase to strike down this human.
Crash!
“Out of my way, you worthless insects!”
“That won’t do!”
Arrogant humans blocked his path once more.
He could have sent such insignificant humans flying with a single swing of his axe.
“Kraaaagh!”
But in doing so, he lost the presence of the human he’d been pursuing.
That very moment.
[ Hydra’s Deadly Fang ]
Thunk!
An attack came from an unexpected direction.
The dagger couldn’t pierce deep into the Orc Lord’s solid muscles, but the deadly venom flowing from the blade seeped into his bloodstream.
Thanks to his overwhelming poison resistance, the venom didn’t spread extensively, yet he couldn’t prevent the area around the dagger from festering and rotting.
“Tch!”
Grashtar felt humiliation once again.
But.
Boom!
“Cough!”
There was no way to resolve this humiliation.
No matter how he swung his axe, it wasn’t that human who went flying.
To protect that human, insect-like humans blocked his every advance.
Striking them down did nothing to ease this humiliation.
“All of you, get out of my way! I said get out!”
Crash-boom!
Each time Grashtar swung his axe, the squad members were sent flying.
They all managed to survive, but each suffered critical injuries that rendered them unable to continue fighting.
Already, roughly half the squad had been knocked out of commission.
Yet they refused to give up.
In the meantime.
[ Rough Tempest Blade ]
A blade sharp as the wind grazed the back of his knee.
The sharp blade severed the tendons and blood vessels behind his knee, and his right leg could no longer bear weight properly.
The moment his body twisted.
[ Cursed Sorrow Sword ]
Another attack descended upon him.
An ominous blade, as if possessed by a phantom, pierced between his ribs.
The malevolent spirit flowing from the blade wailed in anguish, shaking his very mind.
As the Orc Lord’s transcendent willpower cast off the evil spirit, yet another attack came.
“Kraaaaaaagh!”
Clang!
Grashtar deflected the thrusting spear.
Unsatisfied, he lunged forward to split the human wielding the spear in two with his axe, but.
Whoosh!
The master of the long spear no longer stood in that spot.
The moment he thrust the spear, the human abandoned his weapon without hesitation and moved away.
Did that make any sense?
Normally, whether human or orc, one cherished their weapon and treated it as preciously as a second life.
Yet this human had been treating his weapons like mere consumables from the start.
In that moment.
Thud!
I felt a bitterly cold attack pierce between my ribs from behind.
And then.
Squelch!
Three weapons drove in simultaneously, exploiting every opening to the fullest.
[ Frost Wolf’s Ice Claws ]
Freezing cold spread from my back throughout my entire body.
Especially since the struck area was close to my spine, the cold emanated from the spinal nerves, making all my nerves and senses feel dull and sluggish.
Yet Grashtar did not stop and continued swinging his axe.
Each time, the squad members were sent flying.
Thud, thud, scrape!
Grashtar’s body continued accumulating wounds.
Blades embedded in his flesh, tendons severed, green blood flowing ceaselessly from his veins.
Yet the Orc Lord falling was slower than the hundred or so squad members stationed atop the Cliff descending into complete combat incapacity.
The last to step forward was.
“Hiyah!”
“Neeeigh!”
Lugard, the commander of the 2nd Subjugation Squad.
He displayed remarkable horsemanship befitting a lance cavalry and managed to block Grashtar’s attacks.
Yet that did not mean he could stand against the Orc Lord.
Crack!
“Neeeigh—.”
In the end, Grashtar’s kick sent Lugard’s beloved steed flying.
Crash!
“Ugh.”
Lugard too was sent flying far away along with his shattered shield.
Yet Lugard’s sacrifice was far from meaningless.
[ Thunder’s Wrath ]
Mir succeeded in driving his golden blade into Grashtar’s neck.
More precisely, at the boundary where the left shoulder and neck connected.
“Did we bring him down?”
Lugard cried out hopefully.
But Grashtar did not fall.
Rage surged to the crown of my head, and I unleashed an ability that the original me would never have dared to use.
“KRAAAAAAAAAAGH-!!”
With a roar of fury, crimson heat shimmer rippled across Grashtar’s body in undulating waves.
Every muscle across my frame convulsed as though about to burst, and the overwhelming power made the haft of the double-bladed axe creak and groan under the strain.
The great Orc Lord had succumbed to a berserk state.

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