Divine Glitch: I Regressed With Endgame Knowledge
Chapter 64: The Guardian, Isdal

Chapter 64: The Guardian, Isdal

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Level: 16

Health: 10,520

Type: Slime

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Simple stats.

Ryan was confident—he and two teammates could take it down easily. That is, as long as it didn’t enter its Overcharged state.

The moment the Guardian was attacked, it responded with terrifying speed. Its movements rivaled the mounts Ryan’s team used on quests. In a blur, it reached the Hunter who’d fired the first shot.

On the outer perimeter, Ironblood Warlord saw the danger unfolding. His face darkened. He immediately shouted in the team channel, urging everyone to keep their distance from the Guardian.

But it was already too late.

Other nearby human survivors had seen what the Hunter did—and guessed what he was trying to provoke. The moment Orc players riddled the Hunter with arrows, several healing spells dropped on him from fellow humans trying to help.

The heals came too late to save him.

But they did one thing: they pulled the Guardian’s aggro.

In that instant, dozens of human players unintentionally triggered something inside the Guardian. Its surface began to swell grotesquely—white bulges forming all over its body. Each one burst open with a sickening pop, and from them... a new type of monster emerged.

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Isdal’s Clone

Level: 15

Health: 2,240

Type: Slime

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Clones. Dozens of them.

The Guardian Isdal spawned an overwhelming number of smaller slimes, spreading chaos as they drew nearby Orc players into its range.

The Orcs were grouped into a single large team, and now the Guardian’s aggro was entangled in a web of combat data—connecting it to over a thousand players.

It responded accordingly.

The Guardian Isdal evolved.

The Guardian Isdal went berserk.

The Guardian Isdal became Overcharged.

Buffs stacked onto its body in wild, unnatural layers. Its form swelled and turned deep red, veins of molten power glowing beneath its translucent skin. Then it unleashed havoc.

No player survived even one hit.

Bodies dropped like rain. Souls flickered into view beside them, helpless and hovering, awaiting the system respawn. Onlookers outside the combat zone could only watch in horror as the Guardian’s updated stats came into view.

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The Guardian, Isdal

Overcharged State

Level: 16

Health: 922,454

Type: Slime

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Nearly a million health points.

A stunned silence spread through the crowd. Then chaos erupted as the Overcharged Isdal tore through everything in sight, rampaging with bloodthirsty fury.

"Holy hell..." Moonlight Beauty whispered. She inhaled sharply. "This thing’s stacked with buffs—Berserk, Enlarge, Thorns, Bloodlust, Summon Ally, Self-Replication, Living Lava, Death Conversion... and there’s still more! Even a god wouldn’t touch this."

"Don’t even try!" someone else shouted. "It’s Overcharged! Not even raid bosses could handle it at this point!"

Ryan clenched his jaw. This wasn’t his first time seeing Isdal enter Overcharged mode. And yet... every time, it left him shaken.

But if—if—they somehow managed to defeat this thing, there was no doubt in Ryan’s mind: it would trigger a Glorious Achievement.

Then again, even a level 40 raid group wouldn’t survive more than a few seconds in front of it. And if the system judged the level disparity too wide, the Achievement might not even register.

"What’s it casting now? Why is it taking so long?"

The voice came from Riverbank Grass, a human Priest Ryan had just recruited. She was new—using system-guided mode—and clearly hadn’t seen anything like this before.

She pointed, her expression frozen in disbelief.

The Guardian was channeling something—its body constantly shifting and pulsing. It continued to massacre stunned players even while mid-cast, showing no sign of interruption or delay.

Seeing the thirty-second skill being cast, Ryan couldn’t help but glance down at the battlefield with a hint of sympathy.

Slime Racial Trait: Split:

If a slime isn’t killed within a certain time, it will divide, creating another monster identical to itself.

Note: Boss-class monsters are exempt.

Unfortunately for everyone down there, the Guardian Isdal wasn’t a boss. Just an elite monster—meaning it shared that racial trait.

The spell completed.

And with it, a second Guardian Isdal emerged.

It was identical to the first: same bloated health pool—nearly a million—and the same absurd stack of buffs. Without pause, the two Isdals dove into the immobilized players below and resumed their massacre.

But then... things got worse, both Guardian Isdals began casting again. They were splitting simultaneously.

That’s when the remaining players completely lost hope.

Their movements slowed. Attacks faltered. Some stopped fighting altogether and just stood there—waiting to die, waiting for the inevitable release of their souls.

The Orcs suffered especially heavy casualties. Most had been caught in the Guardian’s expanding kill zone, despite Ironblood Warlord’s earlier warning. Only a handful escaped, barely enough to form a party.

Watching from above, Ryan tilted his head slightly at the scene, then let out a soft chuckle. He opened the party channel.

"Alright, everyone. We might not be able to take down that Overcharged Guardian right now," he said casually, "but there are still a few Orcs left alive down there. The one at the front, pretty sure that’s theit leader. Saw his name floating around the forums."

Moonlight Beauty perked up immediately. "Of course! Let’s get them! Coming into our territory to stir up trouble? They’re way too arrogant!"

She conveniently forgot the part where they’d just helped provoke the Overcharged slime that killed hundreds.

Another party member, a human Rogue named Nightwalker, also voiced his agreement. His body tensed, hands twitching slightly—an instinctual readiness born of anticipation.

Ryan had gone out of his way to recruit this particular Rogue from the chaos earlier, even exposing his own identity to make the invitation. He’d used the name "Featherlight" when reaching out.

Because Nightwalker wasn’t just any Rogue.

He was a legend in the making—the future assassin who would take down seven guild leaders from top-tier Dark Horde guilds. Untouchable and undefeated.

"Let’s go," Ryan growled, voice low and sharp.

He, Moonlight Beauty, and Nightwalker moved out together, their mounts kicking up dust as they curved around the slope—circling behind Ironblood Warlord and his dwindling squad.

"Watch their classes," Ryan muttered, lips curling into a cold smile. "We wipe them all out. Leave no one standing."

At that same moment, Ironblood Warlord was shouting frantically in his team channel, rallying the survivors, then suddenly shivered.

A chill ran down his spine, something felt wrong.

Below them, the Guardian Isdal finally began to wind down. Its form pulsed as it reverted back to normal. Its clones vanished, dissolving into mist. The bloated Overcharged state collapsed in on itself, shrinking and stabilizing.

The massacre was over.

The Guardian Isdal had returned to its original form.