Solo Leveling Ragnarok [fan Tl] Novels & Stories

Laughing as hard as he can. ‘Oh shut it. You aren’t much of a smooth talker. “Hi I’m Ragnar, Let me smell your butt and get belly rubs and back scratches from you and live happily ever after.” ‘ I scoffed and chuckled as I made my way to the door of Monica’s new cottage. Ragnar snarled a bit. ‘ Atleast, it would be better than the speech you were going to give. And another thing, have you ever had your belly rubbed or your back scratched. It’s heaven.’ He sneered.

He grumbled and stepped away from the kitchen. "Take out the plates and place them on the table, baby." He ordered whole finishing his banana, I huffed and pulled out the plates. A fake smile is plastered on my face out of annoyance. - "The forest?!" "Exactly, the forest will be your last mission before the graduation day." Raphael said after he took a month to rest, he still couldn't walk properly because of the poison that spread on his whole body, we managed to take out all the poison thanks to my magic but it did paralyze his legs for a while meaning that he won't be able to walk comfortably without the wheelchair.

Those were only the step before it. Riley leaned back slightly, eyes unfocused as he ran the numbers again, not rushing, letting the logic settle properly instead of forcing it. He had enough materials for four real attempts at that level. Four chances. That wasn’t enough to rely on luck, which meant he needed consistency—at least fifty percent. Otherwise he’d burn through everything before getting a single result worth keeping. Three percent per level. Forge bonus. Hammer bonus. He let the numbers settle. “…level ten.” That was where it became viable. Not safe, but viable. Achievable, but not quickly.

“You felt it, didn’t you? The rogue numbers. The tension in the air.” She nodded slowly, eyes distant. “They’re gathering. Waiting.” “And Ragnar?” Loki asked quietly. She swallowed hard, her wolf whimpering inside her. “Still gone.” Meanwhile..... Ragnar stood in the forest clearing, Kael circling him like a predator. The storm flickered again under Ragnar’s skin, dancing along his fingertips. “Focus on her,” Kael said. “Let the bond anchor you, not distract you.” Ragnar’s heart pounded as he let himself feel the bond, the quiet hum, the sense of Raven’s determination and exhaustion, the echo of Shadow’s howls and whimpering.

In his heart, the spear greatly cause his life away. “Congratulations! You successfully killing Moran, a mortal enemy! You gained 2, 000 Exp, 100 Boost Point!” “You successfully levels up to 2....3....4....5...” “What?” She couldn't help but to raised a brow by how she levels up fastly. She try to think of how it's even possible but the system notify her about the quest. This so-called Rojan is in needs of her strength! She abandone the man who she thought will disappear in any moment, or some sort of resurrection?

Ragnar’s jaw tightened for a second. Because there was no safe truth here. So he chose a different one. “I can’t be with you,” he said. Lance stared at him. Waiting for the rest. Ragnar didn’t give it. So Lance stepped forward again, slower now. “That’s not an answer.” Ragnar held his ground. Then, colder, like he was forcing it out of himself. “You’re not… my level.” Silence hit immediately. Lance froze. Just slightly. “…What?” he asked.

I was quite satisfied with his skills and said with a smile, "You can follow me and my partner in the future. We’ll take you to kill the final boss and get more props. With your abilities, you’ll be able to level up soon." "Who’s your partner?" he suddenly asked. "Noah." Ragnar was quiet. I didn’t wait for his reply. As soon as I turned my head, I found that he was staring at me with an unfriendly expression. I thought for a moment and quickly explained, "Don’t get me wrong. This is just the rule of the game. The players in the game can get married after reaching a certain level. A lot of skills can only be unlocked by doing so. When you reach higher levels in the future, you can also find a

The system chimed softly. **EXP CONSUMED. 'ADRENALINE OVERDRIVE' INITIATED.** **COUNTDOWN: 20:00...** “Ronan, stop the bike!” Ara shouted. Ronan hit the brakes hard, skidding the dirt bike into a narrow alley near the shipping canal. He turned to look at her, confused. “What are you doing? We don’t have time to stop.” Ara climbed off the bike, her boots hitting the gravel. A strange burning energy surged through her veins, making her muscles twitch with power.

"You're not the only one who fights for something they care about." Ragnar growled, his eyes narrowing at my defiance. He lunged at me again, but this time, I anticipated his move and sidestepped just in time, causing him to stumble. I saw an opportunity and struck back with a flurry of calculated strikes, aiming for his legs to throw him off balance. "You're quick, I'll give you that," Ragnar grumbled, regaining his footing. "But you're still no match for me." I couldn't allow his words to shake me. Instead, I focused on his movements, analyzing his patterns, and searching for any weaknesses I could exploit. I needed to use strategy and precision, not just brute force.

"Giuliano, yes, that pitiful little one. He once came to the Sacred Mountain to meet me, but he refused the terms I offered him. He gained nothing from me, so he blamed me and hated me. But in the end, he proved nothing at all. The only thing he proved was that defying a Progenitor cost him his life." Kaelen slammed his chest and shouted, "Progenitor, grant me higher-tier power! For this, I'm willing to pay any price that satisfies you." With a harsh hiss of excitement, Ragnar thrust his head out of the darkness. His face was riddled with pits, and maggots crawled openly within them. He had no lips, leaving rows of yellowed, rotten teeth exposed to the air.