Star Forge Titan

The one who shouts "Flesh and blood are weak, steel is eternal" and intends to launch the "machine world sublimation" to reshape the entire world, is therefore jokingly called the Blackened Brave King by players.

The world remaker - Star-Forging Titan Avenierian!

Chapter 2 Snowfield Chase

Oh, I'm invincible?

Bah, you are invincible!

"Tsk." The inflated idea that had just arisen was immediately punched back by the inherent caution of old players.

Indeed, as the first-order golden race, the Titans are exceptionally strong in themselves, and as the final BOSS of the fifty-man dungeon after the major version update, the Star-Forged Titan possesses infinite power that is difficult for other golden races to match.

Ivan vaguely remembered that when the boss of the third stage of the dungeon transformed, the move called "Deus Ex Machina" that was known as "the arrival of total annihilation" caused countless people to return to the city to see the Maiden of Death.

He was deeply impressed by this. After all, even his top-ranked guild had failed too many times when exploring new areas.

How many exactly...will Erqi remember how many setbacks he has suffered?

All in all, compared to this official cheating character who can challenge fifty max-level players and pin them to the ground and repeatedly wipe them out, all the hidden professions and hidden races are nothing.

However, there is a but in everything. Every late-stage character who wants to develop core talents needs to invest massive resources in it to form combat power.

Is he the Star-Forging Titan now?

Is he worthy?

He doesn't deserve it...

A wounded barbarian boy who is lost in the northern ice field is the most realistic portrayal of him at the moment.

Thinking about the main storylines of the subsequent version updates, whether it was the rise of nations, the rebellion of a thousand towers, the skeleton frenzy, the sublimation of the machine world, and the fifth major version event that was ongoing before I crossed over - the disaster clan.

Oh, there's no need to worry about the fourth one. If he fails completely here, there won't be another iron-headed (literally) kid who jumps out and shouts "Flesh and blood are weak, machines ascend" and tries to challenge the whole world alone.

In short, in this turbulent (disaster-ridden) world, only those who are strong enough can survive.

Thinking of this, it seemed that even the cold wind around became even colder.

Relying on his "double strength" talent, Ivan tightened his thin clothing and continued walking. The snow beneath his feet made a crisp sound. Unexpectedly, besides the stinging pain from the cold and a slight sense of tension, his heart was filled with a passion that burned like a flame!

Yes, if possible, who would be willing to be an ordinary person who does nothing?

Crisis is crisis, but danger sometimes brings opportunities to change your destiny.

And power happens to be the shortest way to control one's own destiny.

Ivan thought while checking his equipment.

The typical hunter's attire is a smock with wild animal fur stuck on the lining, and a long sweater made of cheap coarse linen underneath.

The leather belt was quite sturdy, and the trousers, made of the same coarse linen material, were restrained with ankle straps at the hems to facilitate movement. Although the soft leather shoes on the feet were named similarly to leather shoes, they were actually cheap homemade products made of hard cowhide and goat leather. If used frequently, their lifespan would probably not exceed a few months.

Other than that, he only had a hunting knife on his waist, which was like starting a useless man.

Moreover, from the fragmentary memory fragments left by the original owner, he learned that it was already mid-December, which meant that the extremely severe weather known as "white tide" by the people in the north was about to arrive.

Legend has it that it was the last sigh of the Winter Titan, the king of the ice giants, as he fell.

In that horrific cold, even a powerful creature like a white dragon would freeze to death. Although the latter was jokingly called the shame of the dragon clan, it was still a dragon after all.

Alvin didn't think that he, a Titan reserve who hadn't yet undergone blood purification, well, to be more precise, a mixed-blood human, could continue to be alive and well in this external environment ravaged by natural disasters.

Therefore, putting aside other more troublesome problems, Alvin first had to find a place to survive the winter.

Only then would he have the capital to think about other things, such as confirming the specific time point at which the game plot was currently progressing, finding a way to complete the job change and looking for clues related to purifying his bloodline.

Regarding the latter, he had seen some information discussed by non-human players on the forum before. In addition to changing their jobs, most of them had this need, so he was not completely clueless.

But besides the imminent White Tide, the people who attacked his village were also a huge threat. Don't forget, they were beings who could control the white dragon, and the unnatural and distorted appearance of that white dragon in his memory also gave him a bad feeling.

If nothing unexpected happened, the challenges brought by racial traits and core talents would mostly be related to the opponent. In reality, this meant that once the opponent knew that he was alive, they would definitely use various means to kill him.

"Ahhh, what a headache."

Despite saying this, Alvin stood up and walked forward, even with a smile on his face.

Even when playing games, those who can rank among the best have their own pride.

If I change back to the mindset I had when I was doing the dungeon, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of.

The young man who accepted the name Ivan Erian strode forward with his head held high.

Don't stop, this is the first rule of survival in the northern ice. Stopping will make your body temperature drop faster and make you more likely to fall into a coma.

Moreover, after looking through his original memories, he roughly confirmed his current location.

This place is dozens of kilometers away from the village where the tribe lives, even close to the border of the ice field, and only a few hundred kilometers away from the nearest country - the northern demon country Elrond.

The good news was that, if he remembered correctly, there should be a hunter's cabin in the surrounding woods. It was a temporary camp prepared by the village hunters for continuous hunting.

Although the conditions were rather simple, at least the house was sturdy enough, and the camp was stocked with enough firewood and durable food supplies for the winter, which was much better than being in the wild without any shelter.

He planned to avoid the period when the White Tide was at its most ferocious, and then find a reliable caravan along the trade route to hitch a ride to Linde in the Central Empire.

There was the career path that he was most familiar with in his previous life - Engineering Knight, an emerging profession that was born after the Magic Industrial Revolution. It was equipped with special armor and operated large vehicles to fight.

Players jokingly call this career path as going from a beginner in Kamen Rider to becoming an expert in Gundam repair, and finally being stuffed into a super robot as a disposable living part.

In addition, Linde is also one of the birthplaces of many events and even the main storyline - the rise of nations.

As he walked towards the hunter's cabin, Ivan's ears suddenly twitched. He then quickly crouched on the ground, ignoring the cold.

His gray and white robes made Alvin blend in with the surroundings, making him difficult to detect from a distance. Leveraging his "Extra Strong" ability, he conveniently swept the surrounding snow over himself to better conceal his form.

Enduring the slight stinging caused by the severe cold and the thin air beneath the snow, Alvin focused his attention and stayed close to the ground. The slight vibration he had previously detected in his ears became more and more obvious.

Someone is approaching here on horseback.

This place is not close to the main trade route. Without special reasons, it is impossible for ordinary people or caravans to come here, so Alvin is so vigilant.

Although he had only been in the world for less than a day, he had already realized that much of the knowledge in the fully immersive game, Palladia, could be directly applied in this world. Even some techniques that required system assistance could be properly executed with the experience gained from the original owner's long-term hunting training.

Soon, Ivan, who was hidden in the ice and snow, saw a cloud of foam rising on the ice field in the distance, and two groups of people appeared one after another.

There was only one person at the front, a girl in a red long dress, riding a white snow chocobo. This kind of mount was very popular among noble ladies and young ladies from all over the world because of its cute appearance.

But at this moment, the fat bird with fluffy feathers had several arrows deeply embedded in its body, and it cried wailingly and left a shocking trail of blood along the way.

Chasing the girl from behind were three war horses covered in black vests and smocks. Even the riders themselves were completely shrouded in black hooded cloaks to hide their identities. They held exquisite and expensive one-handed crossbows in their hands and continuously fired sharp arrows at the girl in front.

Alvin keenly noticed that there was something strange about the black war horses. Even when they were running at high speed, they remained silent, and there was no white mist around their mouths and noses that should be seen in winter.

This is a very unusual situation in the cold north.

Considering that this place is only more than a hundred kilometers away from the northern border of Elrond, it seems that they are not ordinary war horses at all, but undead mounts favored by the nobles of Elrond.

Only those undead horses that do not need to breathe will not make any sound when running at high speed.

After a while, the two groups of people got closer and closer, and the blood-stained face of the girl in the red dress was clearly visible.

"King Afrediya?" Alvin raised his eyebrows. The familiar appearance made him recognize the other person's identity in an instant.

Afrediya Gusmith, the eldest princess of the demonic kingdom of Elrond and the future Queen of Elrond, is so popular that there are fan fiction books flying all over the place.

It seemed that she was being hunted alone. If it were the future Queen Elrond, a high-level mage nicknamed the 'Blood Queen', this would never happen. The personal guards composed of high-level undead and upper demons around her could pull down dragons from the sky and turn them into bone dragons.

Unless, she hadn't even ascended the throne yet and was still just the somewhat naive eldest princess. With this, Ivan finally confirmed the approximate time point.

Afrediya has not yet ascended the throne, so the time must be before 1886 in the new calendar at the latest.

Well, it seems that even the first major event of the rise of nations has not happened.

In other words, the extraordinary information related to various professions has not yet been disseminated, and the major guilds and extraordinary organizations have not worked together to promote research, let alone the phenomenon of large-scale revival of various countries.

The world of Palladia is still in the sword and magic age that is almost medieval.

During this period, the number of high-level experts was far rarer than in later generations.

Relying on his experience as a veteran player, Alvin judged that the strength of the three pursuers would not exceed level two.

If that's the case, then there's only one answer...

The moment the three undead warhorses passed through the snow pile, a tall figure suddenly jumped up. It was none other than Alvin, who had buried himself in the snow and held his breath until now!

He was seen holding a warhorse's hind leg with his left hand, his muscles bulging like rolling rocks, his eyes bloodshot, and he had obviously entered a frenzied state.

With the increased strength gained in a short period of time, Alvin directly dragged the running undead warhorse until it fell over!

The rider on the horse was caught off guard, and the horse's overturned body pressed down on one of his legs, making him unable to move temporarily.

Before the other two riders could react, Ivan stabbed out with the hunting knife in his right hand like a swift bolt of lightning, stabbing the fallen rider several times between the throat and chest, while he let out a deafening roar:

"You actually hit the Chocobo!"

Chapter 3: Strike a Heavy Punch

Burying oneself in the snow, where does this ruthless person come from...

Why can't I hit a Chocobo? What's going on?

This question arose in the minds of everyone present.

This was the purpose of Alvin shouting out those meaningless words.

As we all know, esports has no moral integrity and all tactics are changed. Chat streaming is a trick that veteran players have always used successfully. Unless you encounter those artificial humans created by the alchemy of the Church of Wisdom, most sane enemies will have a certain probability of being affected.

On the contrary, the moment the battle began, Ivan entered a state of complete concentration. This allowed him to unleash his full potential, and was one of the key reasons why Ivan became a top player.

Activate the Barbarian's unique frenzy state, the blood flow in the body speeds up, and a fiery heat spreads throughout the body along the blood vessels.

The feeling of the hunting knife piercing the opponent's chest made Ivan raise his eyebrows. In his previous life, he joined the Lind camp of the Central Empire and fought against the Elrond Demon Army for several years. His experience made him almost instinctively judge that the opponent had obviously undergone a spell transformation that leaned towards the negative energy field, which happened to be one of the dark skills that the Elrond flesh-blood monks were best at.

So, Alvin's next move was to tear off the other person's cloak. The smooth feel of the fabric showed that it was an expensive light-blocking cloak, which further confirmed his guess.

"Hiss!" Accompanied by a sharp howl, the cold winter sun shone on the pursuer, making his pale skin quickly turn black and wrinkled as if it was splashed with sulfuric acid.

"Tsk, it turns out to be Elrond's group of bat bastards." Pinching the enemy who was trying to bite him with his fangs in a mad manner, Ivan quickly lifted him up and used him as a shield in front of him.

As expected, the other two riders came to their senses and immediately fired their crossbows. The sharp arrows made two holes through the unfortunate guy who had become a living shield.

Even though the Embrace Ritual greatly enhances the damage-bearing capacity of low-level vampires, their speed is much faster than most professions of the same level, and they will not die immediately due to attacks on vital parts such as internal organs.

However, this level of magical transformation cannot completely eliminate the recipient's biological characteristics as a human. In other words, they will still feel pain and even fear.

So, even though the name is only one letter different, unlike the living shields made by the wizards, the living shield in Ivan's hand still let out a shrill scream when it was hit by an arrow.

"Damn it, you're hitting one of our own." The low-level vampire whose neck was grabbed from behind had his feet hanging in the air. He struggled hard and wailed but was unable to move at all.

At the same time, the girl in the red dress, who had just run a short distance, also let out a cry of surprise. The snow chocobo she was riding had already reached its limit, and after the sudden external stimulation, it finally couldn't hold on any longer, sobbing and collapsing to the ground.

Seeing this, the leader of the other two riders decisively issued an order in a hoarse voice.

"You go kill the princess, and I'll take care of this guy."

For them, killing the eldest princess Afrediya was the key to the mission. Although she was a wizard, she had exhausted her magic power during the long chase. Otherwise, a peripheral team like them with limited strength would not dare to catch up alone.

At the moment, he thought that he could handle the opponent alone. After all, as a rule of thumb, the mage's melee combat level was a well-known joke.

As for this unexpected guest, a mere low-level barbarian, even if he managed to subdue a subordinate with a sneak attack, it would only be a minor inconvenience. They were descendants of the powerful Night Nobility, so how could they be disturbed by this northern barbarian...

His thoughts came to a standstill at this point, and the image that suddenly enlarged before his eyes was the distorted and terrified face of the subordinate who was being held hostage.

Following the shield, Ivan threw the victim in his hand as a flying prop. The two vampires crashed into a ball on the snow. Before they could get up, a tall shadow enveloped them.

Crack! Alvin clenched his fist, making a crisp sound of bones rubbing against each other.

A second-tier [Blood Drinker] and two first-tier [Adopted], the most common low-level class in the vampire family. But after just one round of fighting, he calmly judged the enemy's general level based on his experience.

The main attributes of vampire-related professions all tend to be agile, and the maximum strength attribute at the second level will not exceed 18 points. This is the optimal data obtained after using the undead spell to transform and bring certain negative effects.

As a descendant of Titans who has activated the [Barbarian] rage state, his other attributes are not inferior to those of an ordinary second-level professional. His strength attribute has directly exceeded the 20-point mark due to the rage bonus, reaching an astonishing 23 points even for a second-level professional. This has exceeded the peak level of an ordinary second-level professional.

Although it was a temporary state and he did not obtain the bonus expertise unique to extraordinary attributes, it still did not prevent Alvin from maximizing his own advantages.

What he has to do now is to get rid of them once and for all!

Ignoring the unlucky guy who was ripped open by him and then shot by two arrows by his companions, Alvin lowered his head and rushed towards the second-level [Blood Drinker] who had just stood up, while the other party quickly drew the rapier at his waist.

This weapon, also known as a swift sword, can easily penetrate the human body and is extremely deadly to unarmored targets.

The Blood Drinker, having hastily engaged, relied on his training and, despite being caught off guard, managed to seize the opportunity to raise his sword. The sharp tip of the sword stabbed towards the boy's left eye, but before it could hit him, he blocked it with his palm.

The rapier pierced his palm, causing a sharp pain, but Alvin gritted his teeth and did not retreat a single step. Instead, he roared wildly with a look of madness on his face and forcibly deflected the attack.