Chapter 113: Chapter 112: My Name is Lee Jiwon! Part III
No one made a move or reacted in any way as they stared at Lee Jiwon as he walked back to his original post after flinging the Fallen King-Emperor across the room.
They were all elites of their respective guilds. They all belonged to first-class guilds and were the most top-tier devas in their guilds. They were strong enough to boast that they belonged in the top 1% of the world, putting in blood, sweat and tears to make sure they held their ranks.
And yet, here was a single man who nearly toppled a dungeon boss monster in a matter of seconds, while it took them more than an hour to even make a dent.
No normal deva was capable of such a feat. It was a boss monster, for crying out loud, not some level 10 orc warrior! It needed careful planning and tactics to be defeated, and Lee Jiwon made short work of it, as if it were some toy.
“How is this even possible?”
“A boss monster just…”
“This is supposed to be a high-grade dungeon, god damn it!”
It was hard to believe, but no one here was stupid enough to deny what they just saw. But, perhaps that caused the most confusion out of everyone; that it was an impossible reality.
But there was something else that caused more panic within the ranks. It came from the few supporters and healers who had the Monster Detect skill.
“He knocked off 50% of the boss’s HP.”
“It took us an hour to deplete his HP by 30%, but it took Lee Jiwon a few seconds to deal almost twice the damage!”
After all that, it was obvious the boss had to have lost a significant amount of HP, but no one expected it to lose 50% of its total HP. That just didn’t make sense. But of course, for a man to play with a high-grade dungeon boss monster didn’t make sense, either. In other words, common sense didn’t apply here from the start, so much so that dealing that much damage in a few seconds wasn’t at all weird.
==[Graah! Damn…damn you!]==
But they couldn’t just stand there dumbfounded forever. The Fallen King-Emperor had gotten back up. The raid wasn’t over yet.
“Phew!” I plopped down on my original spot.
-50%? I did that on my own?-
I mean, I did do my best so that they would remember my name and make them regret ever crossing me.
I smiled. I didn’t avoid the glances the Sunbin Guild and Cheng Long Guild were giving me. Instead, I enjoyed their awkwardness and watched the battlefield. The King-Emperor wasn’t dead yet.
“All of you get it together! The battle’s still on!”
“The Fallen King-Emperor is down to…to its final 20%! We’re almost there. Focus!”
The veteran commanders, Song Myungsoo and Wai Chung, shouted at once. The Sunbin Guild broke from their stupor and the Cheng Long Guild quickly got back up. Even though they were just run over by the King-Emperor’s massive body, no one had died yet.
==[You cursed wretches! How dare you! How dare you! I’ll kill you all! King-Emperor’s Rage!]==
The wounded King-Emperor’s body was soon engulfed in a red haze.
“Tanks, get up there!”
The King-Emperor quickly slashed his blade at the charging tanks from the Cheng Long Guild.
“Shit! He’s…much faster now. He’s dealing a lot more damage now, as well,” shouted a tank who was thrown back three meters from the force of the blow.
“Healers, keep the tanks alive!”
“Dealers, don’t just stand there; attack! He’s on his last legs.”
“Powerful Flame of the Demon Lord!”
They were all veterans here. They could deal with Lee Jiwon’s madness later; right now they had a boss monster to deal with.
Even though the King-Emperor’s ATT and movement speed had increased sharply, the raid was going quite well now as the King-Emperor, engulfed in rage, focused on the tanks.
“Don’t take on his attacks alone. There are four of you; take turns! Don’t be an idiot and go up against him alone when he’s obviously stronger!”
“Healers, focus on the tanks for now! Everyone else, use your potions if you have to!”
At first, both guilds hadn’t been working together, even though an hour had passed into the raid. But now, they were all working together as a team, as they should be. It didn’t matter if this was their first time fighting together; they were all veterans of their trade.
“Soaring Fire Pillar!”
The battle became fierce as both guilds could now see the end.
I got up when the supporter declared that the King-Emperor was down to its final dregs.
My Fatigue had gone below 30 after resting for only an hour.
[You have activated Judge’s Gavel.]
I definitely done enough here, more than enough that no one could complain. But I still needed to do more if I wanted to get more out of the raid.
If the cooldown for Judge’s Gavel was any longer, I would have decided to keep resting since both guilds knew the full extent of my strength now. That was why they kept stealing glances in my direction. Everything I did was bothering them.
“Well, I might as well get the final blow here.”
I picked up my Harrier and sprinted towards the boss. “Out of my way!”
“He…he said move!”
“Move over. Make a path!” This time, they didn’t ignore me and moved over. A few of them even pushed into their comrades to get out of my way.
I jumped up and impaled the King-Emperor’s head again.
==[Grahh! You…son of a…!]==
The King-Emperor swore at me as he saw me coming, but couldn’t finish his sentence. My attack brought forth the red Judge’s hammer, crushing the monster’s head like a melon. The dead King-Emperor’s body fell backwards with a thundering crash.
The quest dungeon was cleared.
“We did it.”
Many were ecstatic and cheered, save for a few. Wai Chung, Weiban, and Xia Fang weren’t exactly that happy, as they were the ones to propose splitting the loot according to the battle contribution.
Thanks to me, they didn’t get to do much.
Soon, the King-Emperor’s body disappeared and was replaced by a large, red number. A message appeared before us.
==[Congratulations. You have cleared the quest dungeon, the Fallen King-Emperor’s Tomb. As a reward, the Fallen King-Emperor’s STR will be distributed according to the battle contribution.
Fallen King-Emperor’s STR: 5000 Stat points
All 25 participants will receive Stat points according to battle contribution
Acquired Stat points may be invested into any Stats desired.]
[Calculating the 25 participants’ damage…]==
“This is a thing?”
“That just means…”
Everyone else turned to look at me. I had no idea about this, either. Hell, I didn’t like this either. Had I known about it, I would have gotten back into the fight earlier!
25th place – Ching Ryang: 9 points
24th place – Lee Yung Mok: 17 points
23rd place – Chen Yuwen: 21 points
5th place – Weiban: 204 points
4th place – Song Haein: 249 points]==
Everyone stared at the ranking. After 4th place, I, Song Myungsoo, and Wai Chung were the only ones left.
3rd place – Song Myungsoo: 308 points
2nd place – Wai Chung: 342 points
1st place – Lee Jiwon: 2,774 points.]==
Once the message closed, red bubbles began swarming around us. One person in particular was completely engulfed in them.
A huge number of bubbles covered every inch of my body, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. Every time each bubble was absorbed into my body, a message appeared.
[You have received 3 points from the Fallen King-Emperor.]
[You have received 11 points from the Fallen King-Emperor.]
[You have received 7 points from the Fallen King-Emperor.]
For three whole minutes, the messages kept popping up one after the other.
“Open Stats Menu.”
I had 3,174 unassigned Stat points! I smiled. This was better than finding a Rank 8 item!
“2,774 points for himself?”
“He got more than half to himself…”
Obviously no one liked it, but I had no intention of sharing this. They could call me greedy and selfish all they wanted, I didn’t care.
Then, amid the awkward atmosphere, another message appeared.
==[The death of the Fallen King-Emperor has opened a hidden treasure room. Only 7 are allowed to enter.]==
As soon as the message closed, a small door opened on the other end of the room.
-There it is!-
That was my original target!