Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class

The wreckage of the Royal Adventurers burned behind them, a sinking pyre on the horizon. The Eltuvaine glided forward, sails alive with abyssal light, its hull singing with the resonance of four Mystic Powers. The sea was silent now, but every wave carried whispers of their growing infamy.

Golden Void Outlaws.

The name had become storm-rumor across the Overlord Ocean. Crews spoke of them with awe, with hatred, with hunger. The bounty on their heads had risen with the failure of the Grim Adventurers group.

In this entire event, only the Golden Void Outlaws had such a high bounty while being in a tier-1 position.

A bunch of Grim Residents who could wipe the floor with Grim Students and Grim Adventurers alike. There was no one else them.

Inside the ship’s dim hold, where lanterns burned with a steady, violet glow, the Regalons gathered.

“Three million Pirate Points,” Bianca said, her voice carrying disbelief even now. “And that’s only from that single group. It looks like they were saving up, and we got all of them.”

“We have gathered a lot of points now, haha.”

“It’s time to spend them. All those who haven’t reached peak in stats will reach it now.”

“Let’s find a Mystic Power Island and spend them.”

…

Days passed.

The Eltuvaine cut deeper into the Overlord Ocean. Islands rose before them—some lush, some desolate, some pulsing with resources. They hunted without pause, claiming three more Mystic Powers, each woven into their ship’s flesh until the vessel itself was an apex predator.

Every island was painted in its shadow. Some crews bent knee, begging to join under their black banner. Others tried to test their luck and vanished into the waves, their corpses bloating beneath the abyss.

The Regalons laughed, fought, drank, and grew sharper.

Yet the storm was never far.

The whispers grew louder. Stronger factions had heard of them now—factions with fleets, not single ships. And hunger sharpened when reputation turned myth into prize.

It came on the nineteenth day since their arrival at this event.

The horizon blackened with sails.

Two fleets—one flying the jagged crown of the Royal Faction, the other the sunburst cross of the Cross Light. Eight ships in total.

“What the fuck?” Natalia cursed out loud. “Don’t tell me they are here for us?”

“That’s darn too much.” Silvester snorted. “Shameless assholes.”

Big D narrowed his eyes. “Fifty Grim Adventurers, and seventy Grim Students and Grim Residents.”

Eight ships, vast and bristling with cannons, fanned into formation across the horizon. Their hulls gleamed with the work of Mystic Powers—storm engines, crystalline barriers, abyssal harpoons carved from leviathans’ bones. The water itself quaked as they advanced, cutting off every avenue of escape.

The Eltuvaine swayed beneath a brewing storm, its Abyssal Sails flickering with dark light. On its deck, the Regalons stood in silence, their eyes locked on the fleet that sought their end.

Regalons had gained a total of eight Mystic Powers so far. Their ship was close to top tier as the maximum number of Mystic Powers allowed in the ship was ten. After that, they could only replace the existing Mystic Powers if they found better ones.

The first salvo came.

A roar of cannon fire shattered the sky, thunder-spheres wreathed in burning blue, plunging toward them. Rudra gave no order; instinct moved the crew. Abyssal Burst ignited, the sails flaring as the Eltuvaine swerved. Explosions swallowed the sea behind them, geysers of flame and salt engulfing the horizon.

But the fleet was too vast. For every dodge, more fire came. For every counterstrike, more cannons roared. The Regalons fought with fury, but the truth was plain: they were outnumbered, outgunned, outmaneuvered.

“Rudra!” Liang’s voice cracked as another blast split across the Black Diamond Veil, shattering layers of protection. “We won’t hold like this!”

Rudra punched as it projected in a larger fist, breaking apart the incoming attacks as they got destroyed.

The enemy was just bombarding them from afar. They wanted to exhaust them first before finishing them off.

Almond finally spoke. His voice was soft, calm—yet absolute.

“No. We outplay them. Remember the rules of this event.”

“They want us drowned. That’s the only way death is permanent in this ocean.” Almond’s lips curved in a grim smile. “So we deny them that.”

Lily understood first. Her breath caught, but her nod was steady. “You mean…”

“Yes,” Almond said. “We die our own way.”

Almond lifted his hand. Darkness stirred around his palm, a swirling void that resonated with the Spirit Voiderran Realm—the secret only he could wield. “I’ll kill you all first, then store the ship and kill myself.”

The deck went silent.

“We’ll revive on a random island together,” Almond cut him off. “They won’t get the satisfaction of drowning us. They’ll get nothing but the ocean swallowing their wasted effort. And we’ll come back stronger.”

The sea roared. Cannons thundered.

From afar, the enemies were watching the Regalons.

“They are talking, heh. Do they think they can get away?”

“They can if they use their brain, and that’s why I told you we should make a swift and lethal assault on them instead of bombarding them first.”

“I have a bad feeling. Look at their faces.”

Suddenly, the Golden Void Outlaws’ ship was covered in a sphere of darkness with a purple-silvery veil.

All attacks that struck it were thrown right back out from it. This was Almond’s skill, utilizing his spatial mastery and Voiderran to create a dome filled with inverted portals that eat everything and spew it right back.

Naturally, it wasn’t strong enough to last more than three seconds.

But it was enough.

Nobody resisted, so Almond killed everyone. He could also put everyone in Spirit Voiderran Realm and just kill himself to respawn somewhere else and take others out.

But that proposal would have been rejected by other Regalons, so he didn’t bother saying that. If he was going to die like that, they were going to accompany him.

“Until we return.”

Almond’s voice echoed out as the black sphere vanished, alongside the ship and everyone else.

…

Days turned to weeks. The Regalons returned to the sea, their hunger sharpened, their will more tempered.

The Eltuvaine was unleashed once more, deadlier than before. They raided islands, crushed rival crews, hunted leviathans, and grew.

The Outlaws no longer fought like survivors. They fought like predators. Every kill was sharper, every raid more ruthless, every celebration wilder. They mocked death, mocked despair, mocked the endless ocean itself.

If a group wanted to gang up on them, they could escape with the smart method of killing themselves.

They were also assaulted heavily once because of a sudden attack due to a Mystic Power that could turn the ship invisible. That ship had a Grim Noble and a bunch of Grim Adventurers.

It was sudden, but fortunately, their Mystic Powers were replaced multiple times to make a solid build that focused on defense and movement.

As long as they had one second, survival was possible.

Almond could just store everyone and the ship in the Spirit Voiderran Realm, and kill himself. This was the fastest method to escape in case they were attacked suddenly.

And so, in this ocean ruled by Grim Nobles and Grim Adventurers, the Golden Void Outlaws drifted this Overlord Ocean unfettered.

And the ocean bent.

Over one month passed.

All fifty Regalons who had acquired the position of Grim Outlaw reached 100% in their experience.

It was time to move up the ladder of power.