Divine Glitch: I Regressed With Endgame Knowledge

Ryan had no intention of getting involved in this battle. It seemed pointless, a chaotic clash of players he could easily ignore. But one particular reason forced his hand.

Moonlight Beauty was being corpse-camped.

A group of Orc faction players had decided to make her their personal target. They camped her body relentlessly, killing her the moment she resurrected. The sheer pettiness of it stirred the guild into righteous fury, and even Ryan—who had planned to sit this one out, felt compelled to intervene.

"Guild Leader, it's tragic. I've been killed four times already!" Moonlight Beauty typed into the guild chat with a wry laugh. She didn't seem especially upset, but when she saw the entire guild mobilizing for her sake, a warm feeling flickered in her chest.

"Enough chatter," Ryan replied. "I'm in Stormhold Fortress now. Anyone who gets there first, don't rush in. Gather at Gantai Encampment and wait for my signal."

He sprinted through the Astral City teleportation gate and emerged in the fortress, immediately heading for the Gryphon Master while opening his party interface to form a strike team.

Members stationed safely in the faction heartland couldn't join the fight, but they flooded the chat with encouragement and begged for someone to stream the action in the guild's video section. Soon, multiple viewpoints went live, and those stuck at home could watch the chaos unfold in Blood Gorge.

Ryan checked one of the streams. Gantai Encampment was holding steady for the moment. The Dark Horde hadn't breached it yet, so it was still relatively safe.

The Blood Gorge regional channel, however, was a different story. It scrolled by in a blur of furious messages—Human players cursing the Orcs as they were driven back, rallying others to fight, or simply venting their frustration at repeated deaths.

Parties were forming rapidly. Invitations flew across the interface, and hundreds of teams had already gathered, pouring toward the front lines in an unending stream.

As Ryan ran for the Gryphon Master, he couldn't help a pang of regret. If only this battle had broken out when he was Level 16. At that level, he would have unlocked the Paladin skill Desperate Healing—a full restore at the cost of all his mana. In a battle like this, it was practically a second life.

Unfortunately, very few players had reached Level 16 yet. Those who had were either grinding quests nonstop in the safety of the faction heartland or being carried by guildmates to race for the server's first Level 16 title. They had no time to join this war. For now, Level 15 was the peak of strength on the battlefield.

Luckily, Ryan had already unlocked the Blood Gorge flight path. He could ride a Gryphon from Stormhold instead of waiting for the hourly airship.

The flight point was packed. Players streamed in from all directions, the air thick with flapping wings as Gryphons took off one after another, forming a line that vanished into the clouds. Most were casual players heading to the fray—guild members were already there, clashing with the Orcs.

It would take over twenty minutes to reach Blood Gorge by air. Ryan settled into the saddle and opened the forums to check the latest reports.

The news was grim but stabilizing. The Human lines had been pushed back to a fifth of their original territory, but they had finally stopped retreating. The Orc resurrection points were now extremely far from the battlefield; a single death meant a thirty-minute run back. Human players, on the other hand, could resurrect within minutes.

The Orcs had overextended themselves. Some lower-level Orc players, around Level 10, had even abandoned the push toward the heartland and returned to Blood Gorge instead.

Here, they were kings.

The Orc faction players had one advantage: leadership. With the Ironblood Covenant and several major guilds acting as the spearhead, the Dark Horde was far more organized than the scattered Human forces.

But they had forgotten one thing.

Kingdom Forge's primary race wasn't Orc—it was Human.

Humans made up twenty-two percent of the total player base. Orcs? Barely fourteen.

That massive difference meant the other two Alliance of Light races were indeed struggling—overwhelmed wherever they fought, but Humans could eventually rely on raw numbers to push back. Even if the Orcs were crushing the Humans in tactics, for every Orc that entered Blood Gorge, two or three Humans eventually followed.

By the time Ryan landed at Gantai Encampment, the place was overflowing. Players crowded every corner, from the campfires to the walls, a river of armor and weapons surging toward the front. Following his guild's directions, Ryan maneuvered through the crowd and finally met up with the rest of Flowing Light on the front lines.

Flowing Light had only thirteen members in Blood Gorge. Two were low-level stragglers, barely Level 11 or 12. The real combat strength came from the two teams that had cleared Corrupted Forest that afternoon.

Ryan opened his bank storage and handed out the buff items he had prepared. Surprised exclamations rang out as he distributed them. Then he summoned his mount, ready to ride straight to Moonlight Beauty's location.

His alchemy skills were paying off now. Instead of basic potions, he could craft Lesser Potions, which not only healed but also granted small stat bonuses. At this level, those extra stats meant at least a ten percent increase in overall combat strength.

And that wasn't all. His engineering kit was stocked with Crude Grenades, upgraded from the weaker models. Their stun duration was still only two seconds, but the explosion now dealt 140 damage—comparable to an actual player skill. The only downside was the one-minute cooldown.

Even better, he had unlocked a new trick: Crude Landmines.

He could place three at a time, and any unsuspecting enemy that triggered them would eat 120 to 200 damage per explosion. Three mines could instantly delete a half-health player. Ryan had spent hours crafting hundreds of them in preparation for exactly this kind of battlefield.

Jewelcrafting might earn the most gold. Alchemy gave the best buffs. But in real PvP? Engineering ruled the field.

Still, he couldn't help but regret the items that were still locked behind higher skill levels. If he'd known a massive battle would erupt today, he would've spent the entire night grinding skill levels.

"Moonlight Beauty's corpse is right here," Nightwalker said, pinging her location on the map. "From the look of things, she killed their leaders a few times first. They lost it and now they're camping her into the dirt. She can't even resurrect."

"It wasn't a total loss!" Moonlight Beauty laughed in the guild chat, her tone cheerful despite being in spirit form. "I took that guy down a few times before they got mad. It's just annoying being in spirit form right now. Everything's gray… really boring."

"Good. We'll get close to them, set a trap, and then rescue her!" Ryan looked at the map, a faint smile playing on his lips.

'Corpse-camping here, huh? Should I say your luck is good, or bad?'