[ Name: Varuk ]
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Class: Blood Berserker
Title: Former Slaughterer, Redeemed Warrior, Blade's first Servant
Traits:
Once a feared executioner, now seeking redemption.
Gains increased strength when facing overwhelming odds.
Has developed strong mental resistance due to past suffering.
Feels indebted to Blade for freeing him from his cursed existence.
Has a natural affinity for combat but lacks structured technique.
Level: 215
Stats:
Strength: 2,920
Stamina: 1,690
Agility: 2,410
Intelligence: 1,280
Skills:
Berserker's Rage (S-) – Increases strength by 50% for a short duration but weakens defense.
Pain Tolerance (SSS) – Reduces 30% damage taken from physical attacks.
Slaughter Instinct (A) – Enhances combat ability when blood is spilled, for each 1% decrease in health attack speed and attack power increases by 1%.
Will to Live (SSS) – Resists fatal attacks once per battle.
Evil Spirit's Bloody Tears (SS) : When hit, there is a 8% chance of releasing a blood flow. The ejected blood will paint the Varuk's face with blood. When this happens 10 times, the face will turn a distinct red.
At that time, Varuk attack power will increase by 50% for 5 seconds.
Vital Spot Detection (S) : Varuk was tortured for a long time. He was also forced to watch the torture of countless people.
As a result, he has a high grasp of vital spots. Attacking the vital spots have a high chance of dealing Critical damage.
Background:
Varuk was once a tool of the Empire, used to eliminate unwanted minorities and dissidents. Tortured and controlled, he lost his sense of self, becoming a mindless killer. Upon encountering Blade, he was given a chance to regain his humanity. Now, as Blade's servant, he follows with unwavering loyalty, determined to atone for his past sins. ]
'Damn, this guy...' Blade mumbled as he examined Varuk's stats. 'He is definitely a Super Named NPC,' he thought.
Being a Named or Super Named NPC meant they had no limit to their growth. Unlike normal players who gained 10 stat points per level up, Named NPCs could gain anywhere from 15 to 30 stat points per level. Their potential was monstrous.
Blade smirked as he finalized his choice.
"Well, anyway, what skill should I copy?" he muttered, scanning through Varuk's abilities. His eyes landed on one.
"Hmm… the best one is Will to Live."
The moment he confirmed his decision, a notification appeared.
[ Will to Live has been attached to the Rune of Lord. ]
[ Will to Live (Passive) ]
In each battle, grants immunity to one fatal attack.
Mana Cost: None
Cooldown: Once per battle
Blade grinned. "This… is going to be useful."
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Three years ago…
Emperor Juander gathered the most skilled healers and priests from across the continent in a desperate attempt to save Empress Aria, who lay on her deathbed. However, not even the greatest of them could heal her. They all agreed that only the legendary Saintess could perform such a miracle.
Despite offering mountains of gold and treasures beyond measure, nothing could prevent the inevitable. Aria, the beloved mother of the imperial princes and princesses, passed away, leaving Juander to watch helplessly as his dear wife died.
After Aria's death, Juander, who had truly loved her, was consumed by grief. He neglected his imperial duties, drowned himself in alcohol each night, and fell into poor health. It was his second empress, Marie, the mother of the 4th Imperial Prince, who comforted him. Renowned for her breathtaking beauty, Marie devoted herself to Juander, helping him overcome his sorrow.
Thanks to her care and unwavering support, Juander eventually emerged from his despair. From that moment on, Marie's influence grew immensely. She became the emperor's favored consort, and her power soared to unprecedented heights.
Thus began a familiar tale. Marie, driven by ambition, sought to secure the throne for her son. Using her beauty, authority, and the aid of black magicians, she orchestrated countless schemes. She ruthlessly dismantled the Red Knights and eliminated the nobles who had supported the 1st Imperial Prince.
Now, three years later, Marie's power was stronger than ever. A vast number of nobles stood behind her and the 4th Prince, while the newly reorganized Red Knights pledged their unwavering loyalty to her.
Marie was satisfied. She had no doubt that her son would be the next emperor. However, the one who mocked her confidence was none other than her closest black magician, Dive.
Dive had served Marie's family long before she became empress. However, unbeknownst to her, the real Dive had died in the past—killed by none other than the 7th Servant of Yatan, Dark Bus. That's right. The man she trusted implicitly was, in fact, Dark Bus in disguise. A master of curses and deception, he had infiltrated the Saharan Empire with a single goal: to sow chaos from within.
"It won't be long now."
Once the 4th Prince—who lacked both adaptability and leadership—ascended as the empire's heir, the supporters of the 1st Prince wouldn't sit idly by. A bloody battle would be inevitable. And when civil war erupted, what would follow?
Despair. Death.
And with it, an ocean of black magic, enough to summon a great demon into this world.
"I will soon be compensated for my hard work over the last three years."
It had been an arduous journey. The empire's magicians and sages were powerful, forcing Dark Bus to exercise extreme caution to avoid detection. He could never lower his guard. But now, the end of his hardships was in sight.
"Kulkulkul..."
His sinister laughter echoed through the dimly lit chamber—
"Heok?"
Suddenly, his expression stiffened. The intricate wards he had placed around Asmophel's mansion had just been destroyed. A surge of panic ran through him.
"An intruder?"
Asmophel was a valuable pawn. Once considered a pillar of the empire, he had been left emotionally shattered after being manipulated into condemning Piaro as a traitor. Dark Bus had worked tirelessly to maintain his brainwashing, ensuring Asmophel remained under his control. That was why he personally stayed in the mansion—to oversee him.
For years, Dark Bus had ensured no outsider ever set foot within Asmophel's domain. Yet now, in an instant, his protective spells had been shattered.
'My wards were broken so easily?'
It was rare for someone of such power to walk this continent. Whoever the intruder was, they were no ordinary foe.
Dark Bus inhaled deeply, forcing himself to remain calm. His magic senses detected only a single individual. No army, no ambush—just one person. There was no need for panic.
Regaining his composure, he turned toward the living quarters where the guards were stationed.
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