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“Never been to Brion? Then you haven’t truly experienced combat.”

Arde is merely a tutorial for beginners.

Raven is a simple warm-up.

Brion is where battles begin in earnest.

It wasn’t just an exaggerated boast.

“Talking nonsense? Have you even seen an orc? Even the regular mobs are 1.5 times the size of a Goblin Chief. And those things charge at you like wild stallions off their leash.”

“Damn it! How can you even compare orcs to goblins?! They’re on a whole different level!”

Standing over 2 meters tall with a hulking, muscular build that made heavyweights seem cute in comparison, orcs were terrifying just by existing.

If goblins had sly faces, then orcs had fierce, menacing expressions that fit the term “intimidating” perfectly.

Now imagine those creatures wielding dual axes.

Most people would wet themselves if they encountered one on a dark street.

And when such naturally scary creatures charged at you with excitement, it felt like stepping into a horror movie.

“A-Aaaah!”

“Hey, you idiot! Why aren’t you holding the aggro already?”

“I-I can’t! How am I supposed to stop that?”

“Get the aggro! Hold it!”

“You trolls, seriously!”

“How did these guys even clear their field boss? Got carried, I bet.”

“Probably teamed up with other parties to take it down. Dammit. Judging by that, their graduation rank is D. Definitely.”

The tankers bore the brunt of that fear.

Their position required them to take all the aggro at the frontlines, so it was inevitable.

No matter how experienced they were, they were still only dealing with goblins before.

Goblin Chiefs might be bigger, but they were still goblins—the quintessential punching bag of any fantasy world.

So, when these tankers faced orcs for the first time, it wasn’t easy to adapt.

‘To exaggerate a bit, it must feel like standing in front of a raging bull barehanded.’

And the bull wasn’t alone.

Already struggling to adjust, they couldn’t rely on group efforts like when fighting field bosses.
They had to shoulder the burden of aggro entirely on their own.

As a result, four out of every ten tankers froze and fumbled their first time hunting orcs.

Did the remaining six perform any better?

…Well, they were better than the panicked ones, but it wasn’t always a smooth ride.

“Who tries to block a charge with their shield? Did you block charges when fighting a Mutant Warrior? You’ve got to know when to deflect!”

“Damn, why even carry a shield if you’re going to block everything with your body? Just wear armor and tank it, then!”

“Who doesn’t know that? But what do you expect me to do when they’re charging from all directions? If you’re so good, why don’t you be the tank, you damn boomer?”

“Boomer? You snot-nosed brat…”

For those accustomed to regular, predictable attack patterns, the chaotic charge of the orcs was an entirely new experience.

The differences between goblin and orc behavior were stark.
The importance of aggro control was magnified.

This wasn’t just a problem for tankers.

Close-range damage dealers often jumped in to help without proper aggro control and got killed.
Long-range damage dealers lost formation when they failed to manage their DPS and attracted aggro.

“This is why we shouldn’t accept fresh graduates.”

“Man, I’m done with anyone below level 27. They’re just dead weight. No more level 24s, period.”

“I’ll only accept them if they’ve got aggro-focused traits or special abilities.”

“That guy’s hopeless. If he’s this scared now… he’ll probably delete his character and switch classes soon.”

This was why Brion had such disdain for beginners.

And why Kang Do-hyeon didn’t receive as many party invites here as in other regions.

“Hey, looking for a party… Never mind.”

“What’s your level? Oh, 24? Uh… sorry, maybe next time.”

“Who’s that gloomy guy? Why’s he so short? Is he even human? Or a Guardian?”

“Just ignore him. He’ll figure it out on his own.”

Most people wouldn’t even consider forming a party with him, distancing themselves instead.

For them, a beginner melee damage dealer was nothing short of a walking disaster.

– “Kiiek! Foolish humans!”

– “Li-za-ri-za!”

The gloomy “short guy,” Jihad, fumed in frustration, but the others had already left.

Elisa, perched on Jihad’s shoulder, rubbed her face against him to comfort him.

She looked like a supportive aunt encouraging a sulking nephew with words like, “Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right.”

Though Jihad didn’t look pleased, Do-hyeon found the situation convenient.

‘It works for me.’

Thanks to the lack of interference, he and his group had smoothly ventured deep into the Salt-Rock Forest.

The disinterest people showed toward Do-hyeon and his companions worked to their advantage.

Once inside, Do-hyeon surveyed his surroundings.

‘It really does smell bad here, just as the name suggests.’

This place had a faint layer of mist, and true to its name, the large rocks scattered around were stained with crimson blood.

The foul stench of decay gave the area an atmosphere that suggested a massacre had taken place.

Even in such a gruesome place, players were busy hunting orcs.

Well, not everyone was doing well.

“Hey, hey! It’s charging! Move!”

“Okay… Aaaah!”

“You idiot! I told you to dodge!”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Don’t worry, the aggro’s under control! Take it down fast!”

It seemed like this group of players, fresh out of Raven, had formed a party and were struggling against a group of orcs.

The tension rivaled that of a boss raid.

Swick—Thud!

Swoosh—Shlick!

On the other hand, another group hunting nearby was a stark contrast.

“Nice! Clean kill.”

“Let’s keep this pace. How many left?”

“About… 30?”

“Damn, faster than me. I’ve got 36 left.”

Their movements were polished, their teamwork seamless.

Even their equipment gleamed with quality, making their hunts look effortless.
The gap between the groups hunting in the same field was enormous.

‘They weren’t kidding about job quests widening the gap.’

Unlike Arde and Raven, which were relatively balanced, Brion was the point where job quests began.

Indeed, it was natural for gods of similar ranks to gather together.

Aside from a few Mortal Gods, the quest content for the professions of Mortal Gods and Heroic Gods generally differed significantly.

“Tch, why does it have to be a material collection quest?”

“It’s a bit tough, but this is still more efficient. Mortal Gods have NPCs making them grind in temples, right? What’s fun about that?”

“True.”

From what he overheard, they also seemed to be a party composed of Heroic Gods.

Unless it was for mandatory dungeons or shared content, those two parties would rarely have a reason to interact.

It was a scene typical of a city where stratification and exclusive groupings had begun.

‘Well, in shared content, characteristics or items tend to matter more anyway.’

In fact, depending on the boss’s traits, even the perceived value of professions and attributes changed, which was one of this game’s intriguing aspects.

Though for Do-hyeon at the moment, it was irrelevant.

After settling into a suitable spot, Do-hyeon stretched lightly.

Swish—shh.

At that moment, two massive orcs from a distance locked eyes with Do-hyeon.

Their menacing appearances, coupled with their scowls, made it easy to understand why newbies often fled at the sight of orcs.

“Look at the detail. You can even see the muscles twitch.”

Of course, to Do-hyeon, they were merely adorable.

In DemRock, orcs were the kind of creatures he had dealt with even during his novice days.

While the sense of realism in virtual reality was different, to someone like Do-hyeon, who had even taken down zombie dragons, orcs were trivial.

Shriek!

Perhaps irritated by Do-hyeon’s casual gaze, the orcs charged straight at him.

Thud, thud, thud—

The sight of two orcs charging side by side was nothing short of destructive.

There was a reason why players nicknamed the orcs here “Charging Orcs.”

Blocking this was a fool’s errand.

One might manage to withstand a single charge, but enduring consecutive charges was near impossible.

However…

“This might be worth a try.”

Do-hyeon stood firm, inviting the orcs to come at him.

He intended to gauge his current specs in various ways.

‘What’s the worst that could happen? Die?’

His vitality was robust, and his defense was well beyond level 24, so he figured he could hold out.

Still, attempting to block such an obvious charge for the first time made him a bit nervous.

Thud, thud, thud—

Shriek!

Before he knew it, the orcs were right in front of him, and the ground shook under their heavy steps.

Then, whispers reached his ears.

“Hey, what is that guy doing?”

“Is he seriously trying to block an orc charge? Is he insane… without even holding a shield?”

“What’s that tiny thing in his hand? …A staff? No way, is he a staff-wielder? And why isn’t that robed person behind him running away?”

“A staff? Seriously? Is he some kind of staff deity?”

Do-hyeon’s insane attempt made nearby players stop hunting to watch.

Their chatter was loud enough to reach Do-hyeon and his party.

-Kirrik, master, can you hear them?

-Liza-liza!

Do-hyeon briefly considered smacking the grinning duo, but he held back.

Taking the orcs’ charge head-on came first.

‘This is why I wanted to do this somewhere private… Tsk.’

With so many players in Brion, it was impossible to find a secluded spot.

Then again, it made sense.

The Salt-Rock Forest was the most common hunting ground in the area.

In hindsight, the Raven area was much more convenient.

Its western forest became increasingly challenging as one ventured deeper, leaving the inner parts nearly deserted.

Though he wasn’t thrilled to have drawn attention, there wasn’t much he could do about it now.

‘Finally, time to use this.’

Ignoring the noise, Do-hyeon lowered his stance and thrust his shoulder forward.

It was a stance often seen among boys in schoolyard games or pride battles—what they called the “shoulder bump.”

And Do-hyeon was boldly initiating a shoulder bump with an orc.

“Holy crap, he’s trying to ram it.”

“He’s completely lost it.”

“Man, I’m not watching. It’s going to be brutal.”

The audacity of his move was so absurd that some players gave up watching entirely.

Just a few seconds of chaos later, the charging orcs closed the distance.

Thud!

Do-hyeon rammed his body forward at the last moment.

Boom!

The sound of impact echoed through the forest as Do-hyeon’s shoulder collided with the orc’s.

It was a weighty sound that didn’t seem like it could come from living creatures.

Even the players who had looked away out of dread turned back in shock.

“!?”

“What the…?”

Their eyes widened in disbelief.

The prediction that someone would be sent flying like a ragdoll was accurate.

However, the one sent flying wasn’t Do-hyeon—it was the orc.

Have you ever seen an orc get sent flying by a human’s shoulder bump?

“Insane…”

Maybe in a high-level zone, but for these players, it was an unprecedented sight.

Even more shocking was that this wasn’t done by a tank or monk, but by a staff-wielder.

Shriek!

But it wasn’t over.

As if to avenge its comrade, the remaining orc lunged at Do-hyeon.

With his awkward stance, there was no way he could withstand a second hit.

Surely, this time, he’d be sent flying.

Bang!

Another loud crash echoed.

Shriek…?

The orc’s pupils trembled violently in disbelief.

Do-hyeon stood still in the same posture, unaffected, as if mocking the orc’s full-force charge.

The orc, shaken by its shattered faith that it could at least knock him over, stumbled backward.

Shriek… shriek…

Do-hyeon swung his staff downward toward the retreating orc.

That was when the staff’s shape began to change.

In an instant, it extended and sharpened, transforming into a sword just as it sliced through the orc’s neck.

Slash!

Thud!

Piercing the fallen orc’s heart, he ended its life.

The first orc, which had been sent flying earlier, charged belatedly, only to have Do-hyeon throw his sword.

The sword turned into a dagger mid-air.

Thud!

And that was it.

As the orc fell lifelessly, Do-hyeon extended his hand, summoning the dagger back to him.

It returned to his hand as naturally as if it had always belonged there.

The once noisy surroundings fell silent.

“…What did I just witness?”

It was the first comment that broke the silence.

The speaker voiced the sentiment shared by everyone who had been secretly watching.

Not only the hunters but also the onlookers were too stunned to move.

Meanwhile, Do-hyeon, the cause of the commotion, slowly raised his head.

Though his expression seemed dazed, his eyes burned with excitement.

[Thousand Transformations morphs into the ‘Bastard’s Training Sword.’]

[The effect of Karuk’s Red and Blue Leather Armor activates, resisting ‘Knockback.’]

[…]

[Thousand Transformations morphs into the ‘Assassin’s Dagger.’]

[‘Bleeding’ activates.]

‘Wow. That was incredible.’

Kashiar the Battle God, the only human feared even by the gods.

At that moment, the authority once wielded by humanity’s greatest emperor, Thousand Transformations, revealed its fangs once more.