Divine Glitch: I Regressed With Endgame Knowledge

Just like the smaller fire elementals Ryan's group had been fighting, another appeared before them—but this one was different. Towering high above, magnified dozens of times, a colossal figure descended with a crushing weight of presence.

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General Tiamoko, the Fire Elemental

Leader

Level: 29

Health: 135,000

Lore: General Tiamoko, known for his fiery temper in the Elemental Planes, was once thought to have perished. It seems he has been reborn.

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On two other maps, similar leader-class elementals emerged from their portals. With no players present to oppose them, they marched unhindered along predetermined routes, their massive forms looming like sentinels of flame.

But here, General Tiamoko immediately noticed Ryan's team. Its bloated body swelled, and a volley of blazing fireballs erupted outward.

-522.

-545.

Red damage numbers stacked above their heads. For what was supposedly only a normal-level boss, the Fire General attacked with a ferocity that felt anything but ordinary.

"No time to think! Since it spotted us, we're going in!"

Ryan barked the command into team chat and charged first, skills flashing as he hammered into the elemental's fiery shell.

Over a thousand points of damage landed in quick succession, locking the boss's attention firmly onto him. A few lingering lesser elementals clung to his flank, but his teammates cut them down before they could slow him.

From the portal, however, more monsters poured forth. Drawn by the commotion, they spread in every direction, quickly homing in on the players.

Ryan pulled back just enough to intercept, deliberately placing himself between the charging elementals and his healers. With the adds gathered on him, the group carved through them efficiently, and by then, General Tiamoko's health had already dropped by nearly ten thousand.

In team chat, Ryan tossed out a quick line of praise. His guildmates had improved noticeably—rotations flowing more smoothly, coordination tighter than it had ever been.

The only drawback was that the boss's aggro flickered unpredictably as more players ramped up their output. Ryan shifted his focus to steady it, pouring on damage to stabilize the fight.

Despite Tiamoko's vast health pool and dangerous abilities, he was still only one boss against nearly twenty players. Unlike Guardian-class enemies, he lacked the heavy buffs or defensive mechanics that might have made him a real threat. His defeat was inevitable.

At last, the Fire General collapsed, flames sputtering into embers. With a final roar that shook the battlefield, it cried out:

"The elements are eternal! The end of mortals is nigh!"

The words marked not just the death of a boss, but the progression of the Elemental Invasion storyline—an event that would unlock the path toward the Elemental Citadel.

"Seriously? That was it?" Moonlight Beauty's tone was flat with disappointment. After so many brutal encounters with high-level content, this fight felt underwhelming.

"Easy or not, it's still a boss. Guild leader, you want to loot, or should I?" Nightwalker asked, stepping closer to the massive, half-charred corpse.

"I've got it."

Ryan chuckled and crouched down, sifting through the remains. His smile dimmed when he saw what had dropped. Rare-quality items only.

"What's the haul, guild leader?" a dozen curious voices pressed at once.

"No epics," Ryan said with a sigh. "Guess my luck's still garbage."

Ryan felt a twinge of disappointment, though the others hardly saw it the same way. In their eyes, expecting epic gear to drop every time was absurd—epics were supposed to be rare. Most of them were still struggling along in nothing better than uncommon-quality equipment.

"Come on, Guild leader," Nightwalker said, still riding the high of victory. "If bosses dropped epics left and right, they wouldn't even be worth anything. Be happy it dropped at all."

His excitement wasn't hard to understand. He was still using a pair of Level 20 rare daggers, and with no other rogues in the raid, any upgrade was guaranteed to be his.

"Guild leader, hurry up already! Show us what dropped!"

Several voices cut in, impatient. Most of them were desperate for replacements, and everyone knew the guild's rule: if you needed something, you rolled for it, fair and square.

"Alright, alright. Let's take a look."

Ryan opened his bag. The first thing that caught his eye was a rare-quality one-handed sword.

"Level 28 tank sword," he announced. "Hit rating and parry rating. Only AJ and I can use it, so it's between us."

He dropped the stats into team chat. A moment later, the dice rolls appeared.

Featherlight rolled 75.

AJ rolled 74.

"Damn it!"

AJ stared at the number hovering above his name. His shoulders slumped. "Guess it wasn't meant to be."

"Forget it, you take it," Ryan said immediately, trading the weapon to him. "Your stats are garbage right now. At least this'll help you survive a little longer."

AJ froze, caught off guard. "What about you, Guild leader?" He hesitated, then tried to trade the sword back. "I lost the roll. It's my own bad luck. You should keep it."

"I said it's yours." Ryan waved him off with a laugh. "We're only leveling right now. This won't matter once we hit 40. I'll outpace you in gear soon enough anyway."

In truth, Ryan had no use for the blade. His survivability was already sky-high, and what he really needed was damage. Besides, he had a Level 30 rare hammer sitting safely in his bank, purchased off the wandering merchant.

After his decision, the group's mood shifted. Their greedy anticipation cooled into something calmer. At Level 40, today's loot would be obsolete anyway. No point clawing each other's eyes out over it.

The rest of the drops went smoothly. A few rare items found their way into the hands of those with the weakest gear, thanks to some generous passes from better-equipped members.

"Thanks… really, thank you all," the grateful players repeated over and over, clutching their upgrades like treasure.

Ryan reached for the last item in the pile—and paused. Huh. This is… different.

After a moment, he pushed the stats into team chat.

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Specialization Token

Level: 10

Function: Speak with your class trainer to choose a new path!

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"What's this supposed to be?" someone asked. A few others echoed the question, clearly intrigued.

Ryan's expression turned serious. "This lets you reset your specialization. Take it to your class trainer, pick up the talent quest again, and you can choose a different path. Basically… if you're not happy with your current build, this gives you another shot."

A hushed silence fell across the team chat as the weight of the item sank in.