Divine Glitch: I Regressed With Endgame Knowledge

The system announcements still hadn't stopped. After Featherlight claimed the Godslayer Glorious Achievement, the World Channel lit up with one message after another.

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Congratulations to player "Featherlight" for solo-killing 90% of the Overcharged State Guardian's health, earning the Glorious Achievement [I Am Legend].

Congratulations to player "Featherlight" for solo-killing the Overcharged State Guardian without assistance, earning the Glorious Achievement [Lone Wanderer].

Congratulations to player "Featherlight" for defeating the Enraged State Guardian, earning the Glorious Achievement [Fury is Futile].

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On and on they came—more than a dozen in total—scrolling so fast that players barely had time to read one before the next replaced it.

In other regions, people gasped and forwarded the news to their friends.

Those who had actually witnessed the fight stood rooted to the spot, staring like they'd just seen a ghost.

"No way. No fucking way."

An Orc player who'd just finished his corpse run froze, staring at the scene in front of him. His voice was flat, almost lifeless, as he spoke into his team channel.

"What was the point? All that work… for nothing."

His teammates didn't answer. The pit in their stomach said it all. Some clenched their fists; others bit their lips to stop themselves from crying. The entire Orc force began to unravel.

At the front stood Ironblood Conqueror—vice leader of the Ironblood Covenant, and Autocrat, guild leader of the Dark Song Guild.

They both just stood there, mouths slightly open, as the Guardian they had considered untouchable collapsed in seconds.

The battlefield went utterly still. Orcs and Humans alike struggled to process what they had just seen. All eyes followed the lone Paladin as he walked to the Guardian's corpse, bent down to loot it, and then lifted his hand. A swirl of green light coiled around his fingers—the unmistakable glow of a Hearthstone activation.

"That's Featherlight! Kill him!"

Ironblood Blade was the first to break free of his shock. His voice cracked with rage.

"Kill him now!"

His scream jolted the Ironblood Covenant Orcs back to their senses. Recognition hit, followed instantly by fury—the kind that burns after months of careful planning are undone in an instant.

"Kill him!"

"Don't let him get away!"

"Camp his corpse!"

The shouts came from every direction, but the mob was a mess. Players at the front were still too stunned to move, blocking those behind. Those who tried to flank found themselves hemmed in by the press of bodies.

The Covenant's carefully designed formation—built to shield its leaders at the center—had become a trap. Their main force was penned in by their own allies, forced to watch helplessly as the hated Paladin's green glow flared bright and, with a flash, he was gone.

"Son of a bitch!" Ironblood Blade's voice was hoarse now, the edges raw.

"I want Featherlight killed on sight! Every time you see him, kill him! Camp his corpse until he rage-quits!"

His orders burned through the team channel, but it was too late.

The Orc faction's grand plan lay in shambles.

On the other side of the battlefield, Human players—frustrated by their own recent losses—finally had a target for their anger. As the Orcs floundered in confusion, tens of thousands of Human faction players surged forward, racing toward the fight's aftermath.

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Back in Astral City, Ryan didn't rush to inspect his prizes. Instead, he sent a quick message to his guild:

"Give me a minute to sort through this stuff. I'll answer questions in a bit."

Closing the guild channel, he turned to the real reward—the loot. The Glorious Achievements could wait; those were the crown jewels, best saved for last.

First, he focused on what Fallen Illyria had dropped.

The Overcharged State had been generous. Ryan counted more than twenty items—easily twice what he'd gotten from the Level 15 Guardian. Two stood out immediately, each radiating a deep purple glow.

Ryan's pulse kicked up a notch.

Epic-quality gear usually didn't even exist until Level 25. Was he really looking at purple drops at Level 20?

Well… nothing in this world was set in stone. Under normal circumstances, sure—Epic gear wouldn't appear until mid-20s at the earliest.

But this wasn't normal. This was the reward for soloing an Overcharged State Guardian—one so juiced up on buffs it could have flattened a raid.

The first purple item was a guaranteed quest drop. Ryan inspected it, then immediately shared it to guild chat so everyone could gawk.

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[Deep Corrupted Forest] Scroll

Quality: Epic

Function: Opens the "Deep Corrupted Forest" dungeon near the "Outer Corrupted Forest" dungeon. Upon success, proceed to Gantai Encampment to claim your reward.

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It worked exactly like the Level 15 Dungeon Scroll—just one quality tier higher. That probably meant better rewards, but its main job was still to unlock a dungeon. Ryan set it aside.

The second Epic, though—this one made him suck in a breath. The stats were absurd.

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Fallen's Ring of Remembrance (Trinket)

Binds when picked up

Level: 20

Quality: Epic (Purple)

Effect: When taking damage, has a chance to gain "Cherished Memories," reducing damage taken by 120 for 10 seconds.

Use: Activates the effect, granting 20% of damage dealt as health for 15 seconds. Cooldown: 5 minutes.

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This wasn't just strong—it was Level 40-gear strong.

Ryan equipped it on the spot, then posted the stats to guild chat. The reaction was instant—half his guild lost their minds in all caps.

While they were still spamming messages, he kept sorting.

Beyond the two purples, there were several blue-quality items—mostly equipment—but one in particular caught his eye: a rare tailoring schematic.

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Tailoring: Fallen's Hood

Profession: 125

Quality: Rare

Effect: Teaches you how to craft "Fallen's Hood."

Fallen's Hood (Cloth Armor)

Binds when equipped

Level: 20

Armor: 60

Stamina: +6 Intellect: +4 Spirit: +3

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A hood pattern?

Ryan had never seen this drop before—not in this life, not in the last. Early-game headpieces were usually locked behind a Level 25 quest, and even then you got some green junk with mediocre stats. This blew those out of the water.

He quickly ran through the guild roster in his head, noting which members had taken tailoring. He'd check their skill levels privately later. For now, he kept the pattern for himself.

The rest of the haul included seven or eight high-quality pieces—cloth, leather, mail, and plate armor, plus a few weapons. After taking one that fit his own build, Ryan threw the rest into guild chat for whoever needed them.

Nothing too valuable. Most gear of this level of quality was already flooding the auction house, listed anywhere from a few dozen gold to maybe a hundred. Chump change for someone making thousands daily.

There were also some green-quality equipment sub-Level 20 gear, which he packaged up for Mia. Perfect for her enchanting practice.

At last, Ryan opened his system interface and pulled up the real treasures of the day—his Glorious Achievements.