Divine Glitch: I Regressed With Endgame Knowledge

With a heavy heart, Ryan set off alone to find the NPC.

Well—"find" wasn't quite accurate. He had completed the Redemption quest three times before and knew the NPC's exact location by heart. All he really needed to do was comb through the Bloodfang Cliff area thoroughly.

The problem was the sheer number of players swarming the region. It made his plan—revive the NPC, finish the quest, and move straight on to the next map—far more complicated than he'd hoped.

Running on foot, he quickly fell behind the waves of Human faction players thundering past on their warhorses. All of them were headed for Bloodfang Cliff, where the Orc faction awaited them in a full-scale battle.

The war between the Human and Orc factions had escalated to the point where some players simply gave up participating. Those unwilling to fight either created new characters and retreated to their faction's heartlands to level in safety, or they abandoned leveling altogether.

What they didn't realize was that at Level 30, contested territories were unavoidable. When that time came, they might regret not enduring the early trials of blood and fire.

Others had taken a different approach. Instead of creating new characters, they had turned to professions. Goldmine Town was now bustling with these Level 10-ish gatherers, tirelessly mining ores and collecting herbs. Their enthusiasm frustrated the true newcomers arriving from the starting zones; resources were limited, and the surge of dedicated gatherers made life difficult for anyone trying to catch up.

War had its pros and cons. The battle in Blood Gorge had sparked a massive sell-off of raw materials, which professional players then crafted into equipment and consumables. These goods were sold to the frontline fighters, forming a full commercial chain that kept the in-game economy thriving.

Ryan had profited too. He'd made a tidy sum selling off his large stockpile of potions. It wasn't Jewelcrafting money, but it cleared his inventory and lined his pockets.

Opening his map, Ryan sighed. He'd barely covered a fifth of the distance. Traveling on foot was painfully slow. He couldn't help longing for the steed he had turned in to complete his previous quest.

One by one, warhorses thundered past him, their riders shooting curious glances his way.

"What the hell are you staring at?" he muttered under his breath, seething at their condescending looks.

After enduring it for a while, he finally veered off the main road, cutting through monster-filled zones to avoid the constant stream of mounted players. He had tried, at first, to explain to the gawking Level 10 players that he'd lost his mount after completing a quest, but the more he repeated it, the more annoyed he became. Eventually, he gave up and left the crowd behind.

This was still Human faction territory. The Level 12–13 monsters roaming the area were perfect for new players, who could happily complete quests with minimal risk. Occasionally, an Orc rogue would sneak through, but they were almost always exposed by the Human faction's racial ability, which specifically countered stealth. Ryan's own Lesser Cat's Eye Potions were also in high demand, selling as fast as he could craft them.

Being seven levels higher than most of the creatures here had its perks. The Level 13–14 monsters barely noticed him, their aggro range drastically reduced. He could even stroll past some without drawing their attention.

He traveled for a long stretch without incident. Other than being ambushed by two rogue Orc players—whom he swiftly dispatched—he saw no one.

That was strange.

This area was packed with quest objectives, yet he hadn't seen a single player working on them. Wasn't that… odd?

Soon, a guild message popped up: Fallen Illyria had been kited by Orc faction players.

This wasn't the usual version of Fallen Illyria. She had entered an Overcharged State, provoked by thousands of players, transforming into an unstoppable force—a true Guardian.

"Holy hell… they're planning to kite her straight to the Human faction camp and wipe the city out!"

The guild chat exploded. Within moments, the Orc faction's plan was fully exposed. Reports confirmed that Illyria was already closing in on the Human faction's first frontline camp.

"How is that even possible?" Ryan muttered in shock. "Illyria's a Hunter-type Guardian—ranged combat, deadly precision, summons treants out of the trees, and spams AoE spells. How do you even kite something like that?"

Nightwalker posted a forum thread in the guild channel with the answer.

"The Orcs are lunatics. They're throwing tens of thousands of low-level characters at her. They die, respawn, and corpse-run back, over and over. In just this short distance, they've already sacrificed tens of thousands of lives—and they're still going."

Ryan stared at the messages, uneasy. The Orcs weren't hiding their tactics anymore. It was an open conspiracy, and yet there was no way to stop them.

Moonlight Beauty chimed in, her voice tense over voice chat.

"Fallen Illyria's at over 12 million health now, and it's still climbing as more players aggro her. Someone said she hit a player for 750,000 damage—with 749,000 of that as overkill. I'm not going anywhere near her."

The truth was simple: the Orcs didn't care about death. A Level 10 throwaway character cost almost nothing—just a little stamina and some repair fees. Even if their equipment broke, it didn't matter; Illyria would one-shot them regardless. A fresh Level 10 character could be leveled in a single day, and the Orcs were abusing that fact to the fullest.

Riverbank Grass copied the latest battle reports into guild chat.

"Inan's Post just fell… in less than a minute. Oh god. This time, the Orcs might actually pull it off. They might wipe every Human faction camp off the map."

"The Human side can't intercept," another member said bitterly. "Anyone who gets close only powers her up and helps the Orcs kite her faster."

"But if we just let them go, she's headed straight for the second camp," Riverbank Grass replied. "Elmer's Watch will be annihilated next!"

The panic in the guild channel rose as Nightwalker shared a live video feed.

"Holy crap… she's not even using a bow anymore. She's just… pointing her finger!"

On-screen, a massive, crimson-glowing Dryad rampaged across the battlefield, slaughtering everything in sight. Black streaks of light shot from her fingertips, and anyone they touched instantly exploded for millions of damage.

"Finger of Death…?"

Ryan stared at the feed, a chill running down his spine. Then, somewhere deep inside, he felt the faintest glimmer of excitement.