Volk's massive, twisted form stood over the battlefield, his mutated features contorted into a mask of grim satisfaction.The air around him crackled with radioactive energy, the very ground beneath his feet scorched and withered.
His glowing eyes surveyed the scene, lingering on the crumbled remnants of the Ranker World's finest hunters.
Broken bodies lay strewn across the field, and a thick miasma of death clung to the bones and dust that filled the Draconic Graveyard domain.
He could still feel the weight of Sung Woo-Ji's crushed form in his hand.
The limp body of the once-feared Ranker dangled from his oversized fist, unmoving, broken, lifeless.
Volk's mind didn't linger on the significance of his kill.
To him, it didn't matter that this human was one of the pillars of the Ranker World.
What mattered was that he had completed his mission.
He wasn't interested in the intricacies of systems or the power they offered.
The only thing that drove him was the mission.
He looked down at Sung Woo-Ji's crumpled body, still gripped in his massive palm, and his lips twisted into a frown.
For a moment, something flickered in his mind—a brief curiosity about the system Sung Woo-Ji possessed. But Volk shrugged it off.
The intricacies of a system didn't concern him.
His mission was simple: kill the ranked hunters.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Then came the familiar chime in his ear.
|| Ding!
A notification flashed before Volk's eyes: seaʀᴄh thё ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
| Mission: Murder all the Ranked Pillars within an hour.
| Ranked Pillars: 25/25.
| Reward: Travel to Orzaroth.
| Failure: The host will no longer be able to use Nuclear Devastation attacks in Grum-Gar form.
| Mission Status: Completed. |
Volk's lips stretched into a cruel smile.
His task was finished.
The reward, long promised, was finally his.
The thought of the magical world of Orzaroth filled his mind with anticipation.
He's now ready to go, a realm where Solluha'r was in, and now it was his to claim.
"VOOOLK FEEEEELS GOOD!" he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the air, shaking the bones scattered across the ground.
His enormous, ogre-like form pulsed with radioactive energy, casting a sickly green glow over the entire battlefield.
But as Volk reveled in his victory, another chime rang out, and a new notification appeared in front of his eyes.
|| Ding!
| New Mission Issued.
| Mission: Murder the vessel of the Death Monarch with a time frame.
| Time frame: 20 minutes.
| Reward: Travel to Orzaroth with the Horde.
| Failure: The host will travel alone, and the Horde will perish. |
Volk's brow furrowed as he read the new mission. His initial triumph faded as a wave of frustration washed over him.
"Another mission? Twenty minutes" he grumbled, his voice low and guttural.
He looked around, his eyes scanning the battlefield with renewed suspicion.
The vessel of the Death Monarch?
His gaze shifted to the bones and dead air that permeated the domain, an unsettling aura of death still clinging to the space around him.
Something was wrong.
The ranker in his hand, the so-called Death Monarch, should have been dead, and yet the system implied he wasn't.
The gnawing feeling in Volk's gut grew, and he slowly turned his gaze back to his own hand.
There, in his massive palm, the human's body still hung limp, but Volk's instincts kicked in.
He growled, his eyes narrowing.
Without hesitation, Volk slammed Sung Woo-Ji's body into the ground with all the force he could muster.
WHAM!
The impact sent a cloud of dust and shattered bone fragments into the air, the ground beneath them trembling.
Volk's massive fist followed, pounding into the earth over and over again, each strike shaking the battlefield with violent, earth-shattering blows.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"GRAAAAAAAHHH!"
Volk's roar echoed across the field as he brought his fists down, again and again, each punch more brutal than the last.
He was determined to crush every last shred of life from the human.
His rage exploded with every strike, his massive form looming over the battered remains of Sung Woo-Ji.
He pulled his fist back for another punch and paused, his breath heavy and ragged.
The ground was a crater beneath him, and Sung Woo-Ji's body was little more than a bloodied mess. But Volk's brow furrowed once again.
Something still felt off.
The eerie silence that followed each blow gnawed at him, an unsettling feeling he couldn't shake.
He leaned down, his massive radioactive form casting a grotesque shadow over the battered corpse, his eyes narrowing as he studied it closely.
Was it truly dead?
Was this the end of the so-called Death Monarch?
He needed to be sure.
The system's mission weighed heavily on his mind—failure would cost him his entire horde, and he couldn't afford that, or could he?
His pride couldn't.
Volk grunted and raised his fist once more.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The punches rained down, relentless, savage.
Dust and debris exploded around him as the ground caved under the force of his blows.
Each strike sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. But no matter how many times he struck, the feeling remained.
The sense that something wasn't right.
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He stood up to his full height, his massive chest heaving with exertion.
His glowing eyes fixed on the crumpled, lifeless form of Sung Woo-Ji.
The human had been reduced to a broken, bloodied mess, barely recognizable as a body anymore.
Volk snorted, wiping a thick, green droplet of saliva from the corner of his mouth.
He knelt down once more, leaning in close to the remains, sniffing the air around them.
His massive nostrils flared, searching for any sign of life. He had to be sure.
Nothing. No heartbeat. No breath. Just death.
Finally, Volk straightened, a satisfied grin creeping across his face.
The Death Monarch, the vessel of whatever strange power this human possessed, was no more.
He could feel it.
There was nothing left.
He'd crushed him, obliterated him, left no room for even a flicker of life to remain.
Volk threw his head back and let out a deep, rumbling laugh. "HEH!" he snorted, the sound echoing through the ruined domain. "NO MORE BONES. NO MORE SYSTEM!"
He stepped back, the twisted grin still on his face, his gigantic radioactive form casting an ominous shadow over the battlefield.
He had done it.
He had completed his mission, and the next step was clear.
Orzaroth awaited him, and with his horde at his side, there was nothing in this world—or the next—that could stand in his way.
For now, the Death Monarch was dead. And Volk, in all his radioactive, monstrous glory, had claimed his victory.
"HEH!" he snorted once more, turning his back on the crumpled remains.