Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class - Chapter 628: Round 1: Hunting Mayhem

Chapter 628: Round 1: Hunting Mayhem

After searching around for a few hours, John made his selection and led the group towards a Pocket Realm Mayhem event somewhere in the middle-tier plane.

When they entered the portal, a beach appeared that just kind of went on forever.

Golden sand stretched in both directions until it blurred into haze, and the sky above it was almost unsettlingly wide. The kind of wide that made you feel like you were standing inside a snow globe, peering out at the curve of the world.

To one side of the beach sat the ocean, doing its thing.

Not stormy, not peaceful, but somewhere in between, like it was thinking. Waves rolled in tall and unhurried, their crests catching faint bioluminescent light—flickers of blue, violet, and a warm deep gold—before spilling across the shore in long, easy crashes. There was a rhythm to it, almost too clean to be random. And further out, where the water darkened, it spiraled upward into slow twisting columns that climbed all the way to the clouds, as if the sea had simply decided that was an option.

The other side was a whole different conversation.

Hills rose in the distance. Massive, layered things that looked less like landforms and more like something enormous sleeping underneath.

Each one wore a different season like a coat. Autumn blazed across one slope. Another sat locked in winter, glinting pale and crystalline in the light. A third was buried under thick, restless green, vines curling slowly like they were stretching after a long nap.

And up on the highest ridge sat structures—towers, platforms, fortresses built from materials that had no obvious name, all of them glowing just enough to make it clear they were watching.

The air wasn’t heavy, exactly.

Just… full. Like every grain of sand and every passing breeze was quietly holding something. Some charge, some potential, just waiting for the right moment to do something with it.

The participants were sprawled across the beach like colorful schools of fish on sand.

There was no end to the creativity, and it showed in the myriad races of people present on the beach.

Thousands of groups were present, each with ten individuals.

[John: Alright, folks. I won’t be able to accompany you to win this because I am a king with my own territory. If you want to own the pocket realm, you will have to win it yourselves. Alfred, I leave it in your care. Make sure we turn a 50% winning chance into 100%.]

[Alfred: It shall be done, master.]

[John: I’ll give you four a boost in power soon, since I’m all set to finally break through to Tier-38.]

…

Rudra, Aryan, Hiroshi, Silvester, Marcus, and Maya, along with the four Monster Sovereigns who were in their mini-forms, had taken a spot next to a rock somewhere on this vast beach.

A rather big campfire burned brightly as it roasted two exotic sharks with horns simultaneously. Pymon caught them in the sea.

It had been over a day since they were here, as the event hadn’t started yet.

But looking at the countdown, it was about to start.

[00:19:31]

Nineteen minutes left.

The number of groups participating in this event for one Pocket Realm reached 17,493.

That was 174,930 people.

The highest tiers of people in this event were Tier-41.

The top powerhouses of this layer so far had reached Tier-58.

John and his Monsters were at Tier-37.

Just as the group finished devouring both sharks, the countdown hit zero, and an announcement rang externally alongside a message in everyone’s head.

[Welcome to the Pocket Realm Mayhem.]

[First round will last for 100 hours. It is called Hunting Mayhem.]

[In Hunting Mayhem, all groups must enter the ocean to hunt for five different rarities of monsters: Common, Rare, Epic, Legendary, and Mythic. 10 points for Common, 100 for Rare, 1000 for Epic, 10,000 for Legendary, and 100,000 for Mythic.]

[The deeper you go in the ocean, the higher the appearance rate of rare monsters.]

[By the end of 100 hours, the top 1000 groups on the leaderboard will proceed to round 2.]

The moment the announcement ended, the ocean changed.

Not dramatically. Nothing exploded or cracked open. It was subtler than that—the rhythm of the waves just shifted, that slow, thoughtful roll tightening into something more deliberate. Like it had been watching this whole time and had finally decided to get involved.

[00:00:00]

A pulse moved through the beach all at once. Every wristband lit up. A translucent interface bloomed open in front of each participant, hovering there just long enough to make it real.

[Hunting Mayhem: START]

For about half a second, nobody moved.

Then everything happened at the same time.

Thousands of groups broke in every direction—some sprinting across the sand, some already airborne, some simply blinking out of existence and reappearing hundreds of meters out over the water. The shoreline went from peaceful to completely unhinged in the span of a breath. Creatures were summoned, portals cracked open, constructs deployed mid-stride. The ocean threw up walls of white water where things were already fighting beneath the surface.

Aryan rolled his neck. “Well. There goes the vibe.”

Marcus was grinning. “Love it.”

Silvester manifested his swords. “But the power is too much. It feels like we might accidentally die here.”

“Death is not permissible in my vicinity, so worry not.” Chronavael’s confident voice rang out as the stag unfurled fairy wings that had chrono-clocks over them. “I’ll revive you through rewind.”

“Bwahaha, one of my many titles is the Dragon of Rebirth and Destruction.” Rexion laughed. “I’ll resurrect you from a drop of your blood.”

Alfred nodded. “We have two resurrectors. Unfortunately, Pymon and I are more suitable for destruction.”

“You speak as if we can’t cause destruction.” Chronavael snorted.

“Well said, brother.” Rexion grinned. “Let’s see who causes more destruction.”

“Heh, bring it on. It’s you two versus us two.” Pymon snickered. “The loser will feed the winner’s territories for a month.”

“Sounds good.” Alfred calmly nodded.

Rudra and the gang: “…”

“So you four will have a different competition within this competition.” Aryan grinned.

“It’d be boring otherwise.” Rexion laughed.

“That said, you’d have to help us as well, so use this and become as powerful as Tier-37 beings in terms of parameters, at least.” Alfred spoke before six eldritch-themed cards materialized out of his body, each with something pulsing on its surface, as if some kind of exotic heart.

“One of my cards is Lawbreaker.” Alfred’s eyes glinted. “I can break laws to a certain extent and grant you all a card of my desire. Use that card and empower yourself with the Ravenous Eldritch Core card.”

“This card modifies your lifeform and adds a new organ—an Eldritch Matrix. It will awaken a random suitable Eldritch ability for you to wield and elevate your lifeform parameters to Tier-37.”

Everyone accepted eagerly, anticipation rising upon hearing that.

They felt like ants here due to the sheer difference in aura. There were literally no lifeforms here below Tier-20. Only the six of them were Tier-6 with just three decks to their names, and their third deck was something recently awakened before they arrived here, so it wasn’t completed.

However, all of them were eager and excited to use this event to drive their potential and fully complete their third deck while competing for first rank.