Chapter 312 – It Is Time for You to Reclaim It as Well (1)

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Hero of the New Era, the Legend of Akshan.

When the message popped up, the back of my head felt so numb that it was unfair. No, it was fine up to the point of you all becoming a legend. But if you materialized, what did that make me, who was looking at the southern sea with tears in my eyes?!

If only you had become a legend with at least some time difference, I wouldn’t have grumbled. No matter how much faster the time on the Arcana Continent was than reality.

To the extent that becoming a legend felt like a part of the diversionary operation.

You returned too quickly.

Our Akshan seniors……!

Of course, I knew that the seniors materialized as a legend were not the real ones.

I also knew that the real seniors were burning with tenacity inside the Omen’s belly and in hell.

It didn’t mean I was going to take back my resolution to reunite with them.

Just……

‘Still doing whatever they want, these people.’

The problem was that the materialized Akshan Demon Hunters were really no different from the real ones.

It felt like the number of seniors I had to care about had doubled.

Couldn’t one tell just by looking at that moment?

I hadn’t even thought of materializing the Legend of Akshan.

But.

Step, step──────

Anyway, if it was a demon, the temperament of Akshan that rushed in without distinguishing between fire and water was something else! Seeing the bloodstains reeking of demons, they materialized and popped out on their own feet.

They frowned heavily and spoke.

“Smells like trash.”

Unlike the seniors in hell, they were not bound by rules.

So the materialized seniors could open their mouths as much as they wanted.

Of course, who was the great Akshan.

During the continent chronicles era when Arcana was just a game.

Even when they were NPCs who should have been kind, they were owners of cold sentiments who never gave a word of empty praise to players. Because of that, even seeing me, the last Demon Hunter, the Akshan seniors showed no sign of joy or being touched.

The words they spat out at our first encounter.

-“You’re the same, last Demon Hunter.”

……What did they mean by the same?

I wondered if they meant I was still immature.

Well, there was no reason to be offended.

I was exactly the same as I was during my chuunibyou, dark history days.

Naturally, Granfel was also an owner of a personality that showed it through actions rather than words, no less than Akshan. So, we didn’t need much conversation between us.

-“I was not concerned.”

-“Likewise.”

-“Take care of Akshan.”

-“There is nothing to be concerned about.”

-“Hmph, good.”

……What are you guys doing?

‘My face got so hot, seriously.’

My taste was really like that?

It was a sight that made me doubt my past.

Anyway, it was all in the past now.

And from then on, as the last survivor of Akshan resurrected as a legend.

I was busy enough being faithful to the tasks I took on.

My vision flashed.

[Class Quest : Reconstruction of Akshan]

The disappeared Akshan, they have resurrected as legends of the new era.

However, what the Arcana Continent needs is not a legend circulating as a story, but a living legend. Last Demon Hunter. Reconstruct Akshan of the new era together with the legends of the past.

That was right.

In the end, I had shouldered another burden.

Actually, wasn’t it a bit too late to lament my lot now?

‘What can I do when I was born looking like this in the first place.’

This time, I made up my mind to be positive from the start.

Then my perspective changed.

Why, I saw through the hidden value in the annoying quest called the Reconstruction of Akshan.

‘Demons resurrect someday.’

Rank 10th.

Deletion of all Demon Kings except the top Demon Kings.

Even immediately after returning to reality, I did not neglect my research toward the bizarre (internet surfing). In various communities, it seemed there were those who evaluated the patch as good news.

Well, they could think so.

But even if the world was deceived, I was not.

Because I had witnessed it, hadn’t I?

The process of the battle for the Demon King.

In the first place, a Demon King was not born. Those who occupied the empty throne in the battle for the Demon King simply became new Demon Kings and grasped greater power. So, to put it in system terms.

‘Promotion to a boss monster.’

They achieved an elevation in status through an item called the [Demon King’s Throne]. Therefore, the Demon King deletion patch was merely a play on words and Raymond Sean’s deception in the first place.

So.

To throw the Demon Kings into hell.

In the end, there was no way other than hunting them with the hands of a Demon Hunter.

Actually, the number of Demon Kings was not important.

‘If I have to do it, I’ll pull it off, with this personality.’

The pride that became even higher in front of demons.

If it were Granfel, he wouldn’t refuse the hard work, but the time it would take was the problem. Thinking of the burdens I had shouldered, it was true that I couldn’t even dare to do it alone.

From that perspective, the resurrection of Akshan was welcome news. Although I would suffer during the reconstruction process, let’s look at the future. Isn’t there a saying that you buy hardships when you’re young?

In fact, the reconstruction process was not particularly unfamiliar.

My gaze headed toward the quest goal.

– Hunt demons. (Repeatable)

Yes, this goddamn repeatable quest that made players sick of it……!

It made me shudder even seeing it after a long time.

While I clicked my tongue internally for a moment.

Our Akshan senior spoke.

“It is time to track.”

Then he immediately delivered it through Akshan-style communication.

– Hunt demons. (Repeatable)

● Follow the bloodstains to track the mixed-blood demon. (In Progress)

Mixed-blood demon.

Seeing that it had a name attached, it was at least a True Name demon.

A named monster.

First of all, it was an unfamiliar demon.

However, there was no way the great Akshan would add a kind explanation, and there was no way Granfel’s pride would show ignorance. As expected, actions over words.

‘I should track it since the raid of one hundred Rifts is also nearing its end.’

By the way, following bloodstains……

I shifted my gaze toward the bloodstains.

And fell into a question.

‘What am I supposed to track?’

As I said, the blood was just dried up and pooled.

It didn’t lead anywhere.

If I summoned Akshan’s guardian spirit, Tempest.

I might be able to track it without difficulty.

‘Is he telling me to summon that?’

Don’t tell me, he’s telling me to shout that name……?

Am I supposed to call Tempest Over The Horizon.

At the moment I was agonizing, the Akshan Demon Hunter opened his mouth.

“It is not something you chase with your eyes.”

It wasn’t directed at me but a monologue.

But that monologue was also helpful to me.

Who was Granfel.

The owner of an extraordinary talent who copies just by looking.

If an explanation was added, he could easily copy anything.

“Looking from a consciousness that transcends the five senses.”

Consciousness.

If it was a consciousness related to demons.

As expected, there was only one.

The Demon Hunter spat out the word I predicted.

“As if looking at a demon within an exorcism ritual.”

One of the Demon Hunter’s few unique skills, [Exorcism Ritual].

I thought it was only a skill used when hunting possessed demons.

To think there was such a way to utilize it.

As expected of seniors.

Admiration was brief, I activated [Exorcism Ritual].

[The skill, ‘Exorcism Ritual’, is activated.]

“……!”

Then I could see it clearly.

Within the consciousness.

What kind of incident had occurred centering on the bloodstains spilled on the ground. It was an incident that occurred in a Rift. It was natural that a player who could enter a Rift was involved.

I murmured coldly.

“Ugly.”

PK.

In the past, it was called PK (Player Kill), but now, an atrocity no different from murder had occurred here. What I needed to remember from that tragedy was clear.

Screams digging into the consciousness.

-“You were, you were really not just a Supernova……!!”

The murderer was a demon wearing the mask of a Supernova.

-“Consider it an honor. You are becoming a historical sacrifice.”

And to the extent that such a guy would call it a historical sacrifice.

That he was planning a grand scheme.

That scheme must be related to the mixed-blood demon.

Deactivation of Exorcism Ritual.

As the afterimage scattered, the figure of the Demon Hunter was seen. Well, of course. I wondered if he had explained it for me. But it seemed he had also activated the Exorcism Ritual like me as he continued speaking.

“It has been a while, so there was a need to recall.”

Then he looked at me and said.

“Last Demon Hunter. I might unintentionally become indebted to you. Not just me, but everyone in Akshan.”

I nodded my head.

‘I was guessing.’

A legend became stronger depending on how widely it echoed.

In that sense.

At this point, the Akshan Legend could not be stronger than the original body.

‘What was the treatment of Akshan like in the first place.’

It was Akshan who had become a legend through those who were forgotten on the Arcana Continent. I knew better than anyone. That the Akshan seniors were much stronger than what was known.

Their tenacity would be beyond whatever anyone imagined.

So I answered.

“Did I not say, there is nothing to be concerned about.”

To be honest, I, Lee Ho-yeol, was not confident.

I didn’t even dare to follow Akshan’s tenacity and spirit of sacrifice. Reconstructing Akshan with the Akshan seniors who became legends? Similarly, I couldn’t guarantee I’d produce a better result than the Akshan of the past.

However.

“Akshan will be reclaimed.”

“Reclaimed……?”

Granfel was here, wasn’t he.

The youngest head of the Claudi family.

A talent considered the greatest in the history of a great family.

That talent also included the ability to rebuild the completely ruined Claudi family. Wasn’t I the one who experienced it in the Claudi territory, in the mansion, at the banquet?

Therefore.

“The honor that rightfully must be grasped.”

“Honor……”

I could blabber this arrogantly.

‘Akshan-style communication is good at times like this.’

As a senior, he might have pointed out the arrogant words.

But the Demon Hunter just nodded silently.

Then, leaving a single sentence behind, he scattered into a legend.

“Then I will be waiting for the next trace.”

It was an undeniably reassuring yet tiring remark.

But there was no time to grumble.

Now that the demon hater, Granfel, who did not even tolerate breathing in the same space as a demon, had noticed the demon’s scheme. Could I afford to be leisurely?

Sling──────

A scenery where reality and the Arcana Continent were mixed by half.

Within the background of the ruined reality.

I manifested a rebar in the concrete as a sword.

“This is why I despise you.”

Emitting sword force, I sped up the Rift raid.

“Because you always fail to realize, there is no reward in disciplining you.”

Now that I’d even skipped the trivial chatter with monsters.

My raid speed had no choice but to catch on fire even more.

Suddenly, as I entered the next Rift, I thought.

‘Are there two left with this?’

Let’s see.

Clearing 98 Rifts……

Wouldn’t the world be in an uproar by now?

*

The Mage Tower.

Emerald Hall.

The place where magic books existing in the Mage Tower existed as copies.

In that vast space, players gathered closely and whispered secretly.

With wide eyes.

“……Cleared 100 Rifts in 1 hour?!”

“T-Then it took less than 1 minute per Rift?”

“Crazy, Lee Ho-yeol……. No, really, Chief Lee!”

To be exact, 59 minutes and 40 seconds.

It was the time it took for Ho-yeol to raid one hundred (一百) Rifts. It was a masterpiece. Immediately after Ho-yeol’s declaration to raid a hundred Rifts dropped, the sight broadcasted through NetTuber players who swiftly entered the Rifts was.

“It’s just on a different dimension?”

“Even so, it’s a boss mob, but it goes flying.”

“……But what did he just say? Didn’t he say something to the monster in a very serious voice? Ah, if you’re going to film, film closer!”

Rift raiding for Ho-yeol?

It wasn’t a metaphor, but an easier task than walking down the street. Even if one hundred Rifts were lined up in a row to walk, it would have been a distance well over an hour.

The players drew a conclusion.

“He’s definitively proven his ability with this, right? Making it so Raymond Sean, that bastard, can’t stand without responding. Now it’s the guy’s turn to prove……!”

That was right.

Now that Ho-yeol had proven his ability.

Now it was Raymond Sean’s turn again.

Gulp──────

The sound of swallowing dry saliva was heard.

From then on, it was a time of waiting.

“There’s less than a week left until the next regular update, right?”

“But does it have to be regular?”

“Like the last patch, there is an analysis that the patches Raymond Sean intended were carried out as regular updates. Anyway, what’s certain is that there will definitely be a conclusion at the next regular update.”

Ho-yeol and Raymond Sean.

The result of a match with a different scale would be decided in some way.

Normally, they would have anxiously waited only for next Thursday.

But at least in the Mage Tower, there was no need for that.

“Hey, it’s time.”

Soon, players stood up all at once in the Emerald Hall.

Mages including them.

The place their footsteps headed was all the same, the Crystal Hall.

Murmur, murmur──────

“Descendants of Twilight. Isn’t it grand from the name?”

The Descendants of Twilight, called the pure-blood magic race.
For the time was imminent for the mage who claimed to be a Descendant of Twilight to stand on the podium in the Crystal Hall to verify her ability. It was a bait they couldn’t pass by.

It was the moment the players entered the Crystal Hall.

“……?”

Their gazes were concentrated all at once.

No, it wasn’t just the players.

Even the gazes of the Mage Tower mages.

“……!!”