Volk stared at the edgy teenager standing confidently before him, his head tilted slightly in curiosity.
There was sothing absurd about the boy—his bravado, the way he carried himself as if he were already a legend. Volk chuckled to himself.
Was this brat really the hero of this Ranker World?
The main character?
It was the dramatic entrance, of course.
The gusts of wind, the perfect timing, the smug grin plastered across his face—it was all so obvious.
Volk found it almost amusing.
The thought of this overconfident child being the "chosen one" of this realm made him want to laugh.
With a casual tilt of his head, Volk asked, "Are you part of the Ranked Pillars?"
The teenager gave a small, cocky nod, his face smug with self-assurance. "Yeah," he said, dragging out the word as though it were a burden to admit. "Just joined. Lowest of the low, though. You know, fresh at. Only been a Pillar for a few days."
Volk suppressed a smirk.
Of course he's new.
He always knew the "main characters" were reckless, cocky, and loved to make grand entrances just like this. But Volk wasn't worried.
This boy had no idea who he was dealing with.
Before Volk could retort, Lin Seok appeared behind the teenager, his face a mask of disbelief. "What do you an by all of this?" Lin Seok demanded, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and confusion. "You just—walked in here? Do you have any idea what's going on?"
The teenager turned to him, still holding the kid he had just saved. He waved a hand dismissively, barely acknowledging Lin Seok's concern. "Lin Seok-nim," the boy said, his voice annoyingly calm and self-assured. "Hold this kid for , will you? I've got so business to handle."
Lin Seok blinked, taken aback by the casual way the boy addressed him. "What? You can't be serious—how are you planning to deal with their leader?"
Without breaking a sweat, the teenager flashed a smile that could only be described as insufferable. "Don't worry," he said, cracking his knuckles dramatically. "I've got it covered. Watch and learn. I'll seperate their leader first!"
Volk raised an eyebrow.
The audacity of this human!
The sheer nerve!
He'd never encountered a human this arrogant.
The Orcs behind Volk exchanged confused glances, uncertain whether to be impressed or insulted.
Lin Seok, still holding the trembling child, stared at the teenager in disbelief. "Separate the leader? How are you going to pull that off?"
The teenager grinned wider, stepping forward and slamming his foot into the ground with a theatrical flourish. "Like this!" he declared loudly, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
Volk's eyes narrowed as the atmosphere around them began to change.
The once chaotic battlefield, littered with debris and the sounds of clashing weapons from the still attacking Ranked Pillars against his Orc horde, suddenly fell eerily silent.
The ground beneath Volk's feet shifted.
The city full of buildings and highway streets morphed slowly, almost painstakingly, into sothing darker, more twisted.
The very air seed to thicken with an oppressive weight.
"Draconic Graveyard," the teenager muttered under his breath, his voice filled with a sickening satisfaction.
The surroundings transford before Volk's eyes.
The concrete crumbled away, replaced by barren, cracked earth.
The sky turned a murky gray, swirling with black clouds that seed to move unnaturally fast.
Bones—countless, broken bones—littered the landscape, poking up from the ground like grotesque monunts to death.
Massive dragon skulls lay scattered across the barren land, their empty eye sockets staring out into the endless wasteland.
In the distance, an ominous, decaying moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale, sickly glow over everything.
The stench of rot and decay filled Volk's nostrils, sharp and overwhelming.
It was a bleak, desolate place. A world of death.
Volk's grip on his axe tightened as he surveyed the transformation.
He couldn't deny it—it was impressive.
He hadn't expected a human to wield such power, much less soone as young and cocky as this brat. But still, the grin never left his face.
Did this kid really think trapping him in so over-the-top, death-riddled dinsion would make a difference?
Volk was excited, he would transform into Radioactive form and finish this brat off and then complete the mission!
The teenager, clearly pleased with himself, turned to Volk with that sa irritating smirk. "Apologies," he said, his tone dripping with false humility. "My power's still a bit... limited. I can't bring your whole horde in here, just you. I'll deal with the others later."
Volk laughed, the sound deep and rumbling. He shook his head in amusent.
"So, you think locking away in this gloomy little domain of yours is going to change anything?" He took a step forward, his boots crunching over the brittle bones beneath him.
"Do you really believe that outside, without , your fellow humans are any safer? Aren't you a little arrogant too for taking on alone?"
The teenager waved him off with a casual flick of his wrist. "Oh, don't worry about them. They've got... company." He glanced back toward the entrance of the dinsion, his grin growing wider.
Back in the real world, the battlefield was eerily quiet.
The mont Volk disappeared into the Draconic Graveyard, the Orc horde froze, montarily confused by the sudden absence of their Warchief. But before they could react, the ground began to rumble beneath their feet.
Glowing, violet circles appeared on the ground around the Orcs, slowly expanding as arcane symbols spread outward.
Suddenly, bony hands thrust up from the earth.
Skeleton knights, clad in cracked, rusted armor, erged from the glowing circles, their hollow eyes glowing with an eerie light.
They held jagged swords, their bony limbs rattling as they moved forward.
Grashk, one of the larger Orcs, snorted in disgust. "What is this?!" he roared, raising his club to smash one of the skeletons. "More of your pathetic tricks, humans?!"
He swung his weapon down with a mighty CRASH, but the skeleton barely flinched.
The undead knight stepped forward, unfazed, and slashed at Grashk's arm with its jagged blade. Continue reading stories on мѵʟ
The Orc howled in pain as the rusted weapon sliced through his flesh despite being strong.
The other Orcs soon found themselves surrounded by the skeletal warriors.
They roared in defiance, swinging their clubs and axes with all their might, but the undead knights were relentless.
They moved as if they felt no pain, no fear—just a mindless, unstoppable force.
Back in the Draconic Graveyard, Volk could sense the chaos unfolding in the real world. His horde was fighting sothing, but he couldn't see what it was. He grinned, still unshaken.
"Even without ," he growled, "my warriors will crush whatever pathetic plan had comjured. Your tricks won't last."
The teenager, still wearing that sa smug grin, crossed his arms over his chest. "We'll see about that, won't we?"
Volk raised his axe, his eyes blazing with fury.
The bones beneath his feet crunched and snapped as he moved forward, his massive fra towering over the teenager.
"I'll enjoy stomping on your corpse," Volk snarled, his voice filled with malice.
The teenager didn't flinch. If anything, his grin widened. "Try ."
A battle was about to begin, between main character and another main character?
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