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The moment Alan's melody spread across the battlefield, waves of golden light rippled through the players of Tzedakah Guild. Their bodies felt lighter, their minds sharper, and their confidence surged.
[Allied morale has increased.]
[All allied stats temporarily increased.]
"What…? My strength just jumped!" one warrior shouted in disbelief.
"He buffed the entire frontline!" another cried.
With renewed momentum, Tzedakah Guild began their counterattack. Shields slammed forward, arrows rained from the backline, and mages unleashed coordinated spells that tore through the Yatan Church's formations. What had once been a desperate defense turned into a relentless push.
Dark priests and black magicians tried to regroup—but the players, empowered by Alan's melody, crushed their attempts one after another.
Midway through the battle, a familiar figure appeared.
A man with a heavy greatsword stepped onto the battlefield—his presence alone drawing attention.
Grid.
Golden energy surged around him as he activated a Pagma Sword Dance. His blade carved through enemies in sweeping arcs, leaving trails of light that shattered dark magic barriers.
" Wave!"
Kwaaaang!
Dozens of Yatan followers were cut down instantly. Grid moved like a storm, his sword dances chaining together seamlessly as he tore through the remaining invaders.
" It's the Butcher of the Winston"
"He joined the fight too!"
"The tide has completely turned!"
"Though it was completerly overturned the moment White Lion arrived"
Within minutes, the invading forces began collapsing under the combined assault.
Yet even as victory became inevitable, not everyone praised Alan.
Some players—especially veterans and rankers watching from afar—began whispering.
"He relied on another trick again."
"Yeah… flashy buffs and crowd control. He always ends fights too quickly."
"He doesn't have the strategy for prolonged battles."
"If you remove his skills and control abilities, what is he really?"
A few experts even voiced their analysis publicly, claiming that Alan specialized only in fast, overwhelming tactics and lacked the raw endurance required for long, drawn-out wars.
"He wins through strategy and gimmicks," one high-ranking analyst said. "But can he survive when those advantages disappear?"
Many rankers echoed similar opinions, debating his true capability.
Alan heard some of the comments through the system's public channels. For a brief moment, he paused his playing—but only for a second.
His eyes remained calm.
Because while others argued about his limits, the battlefield itself told a different story—the Yatan Church's forces were collapsing, and victory had already been decided.
"It's not like I ever fought for fame," Alan shrugged, letting all the analysis and criticism pass from one ear to the other.
It didn't bother him at all. He continued playing the flute, completely immersed in the melody.
"I haven't played it in so long…" Alan murmured softly, clearly enjoying himself. Even after the battle ended, he kept playing. This time, the melody carried a gentle healing effect—buffing recovery and increasing the natural regeneration of both players and NPCs alike.
Soon, many people gathered around Alan to rest and recover, sitting quietly near him now that all the Yatan Church invaders had been defeated. The battlefield, once filled with chaos and fire, slowly transformed into a peaceful scene accompanied by his soothing music.
Alan continued to play for some time before finally stopping.
[You have played the musical instrument Flute perfectly.]
[Advanced Musical Instrument Mastery level 3 acquired.]
[You have perfectly performed an unknown flute melody.]
[Name it, and many bards will sing it.]
Alan looked at the notifications and remembered—it was actually a meditation tune he had once heard in a yoga class… a bansuri melody devoted to Lord Krishna.
"Hmm… I don't know the name," Alan mumbled.
[Do you wish to use 'I Don't Know the Name' as the musical score's title?]
"No," Alan cancelled it, wondering what he should call such a beautiful piece.
"…Let's call it Krishna's Grace."
[You have named it Krishna's Grace.]
[Krishna's Grace]
[A melody that calms the mind and leads listeners into a state of deep concentration.]
[While played, all allies receive a 30% increase to all stats, and all skills consume only half of their original resource cost.]
[Mana Regeneration and Health Regeneration increase by 100%.]
[The buff remains active as long as the music continues. Once the performance stops, the effect ends.]
[Congratulations! You have created a legendary flute composition that will go down in history.]
[All stats have increased by 25.]
[Reputation throughout the continent has increased by 10,000.]
[Skill Music Mastery acquired.]
[Basic Music Mastery – Level 1
Increases the effect of all music played by 5%, and buffs from any music will last for 2 seconds even after the performance stops.]
Alan smiled when he saw the unexpected reward. He looked at the flute in his hand. "I'll have to upgrade this later," he mumbled.
"Now that I've gained this skill, it's clear that if a bard has perfect music, they can become an extremely powerful buffer… maybe I should try creating a bard-type guardian," he thought, glancing back at Neberius's Soul Essence. "He'll be perfect," Alan nodded to himself.
"I can also try other songs," he mumbled, stopping his thoughts as the Tzedkah Guild approached him, led by Jishuka.
"Thank you. If not for you, we would've lost our territory," she said. Alan nodded calmly.
"Hmm, it's okay. I also have some good memories with this village," Alan replied, and they nodded in understanding.
Jishuka then took a deep breath before speaking again. "We will surrender to you."
"Huh? Without even fighting?" Alan frowned as he looked at them.
"We are no match for you," Jishuka said honestly. However, seeing Alan's disappointed expression, not only she but the others were also confused. They wondered why he looked dissatisfied when an elite guild was surrendering so easily.
"This won't do," Alan said, shaking his head.
"Taking you over was just an excuse I said so that I can fight you all" Alan said as he added " I just want to fight you all properly," he declared.
At that moment, a single thought crossed everyone's minds as they stared at Alan.
He's just a battle maniac.
"Okay, if that's what you want. Honestly, I wasn't ready to give up so easily," Grid said as he stepped forward. Alan nodded.
At least he has guts, Alan thought. But that wasn't the real reason Grid wanted to fight him.
Hehehe… I just read the experts' analysis. He's nothing without his crowd control skills. I can easily win—those skills don't work on me since I'm a Legend, Grid thought smugly, already imagining the shocked faces of the Tzedkah Guild when he defeated Alan.