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Chapter 71
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There is a saying: if coincidences keep happening, they become inevitable.
The current situation had drawn such a crowd that additional channels had to be created.
The probability of meeting a famous person while queuing for matchmaking? Almost zero.
But since the almost zero probability had materialized,
from the early days of Akare’s launch, starting with the first meeting in the Church,
every encounter with Suzuka after that had unjustly made me the centre of controversy.
And this time was no different.
“Stream sniping? …”
I swear to the heavens it wasn’t stream sniping.
But unfortunately, my claims were dismissed as mere excuses.
What did it mean that I smilingly beat Suzuka?
I was just excited to see a familiar face, nothing more.
It was the Arena, so I offered some combat-related tips.
Everything I did was for Suzuka’s benefit.
Yet somehow, I ended up labeled as a toxic sniping menace who only harassed Suzuka.
[Suzuka has invited you to the territory.]
[Y / Z]
Right after the Ranked Match ended, Suzuka sent me an invitation.
Should I accept it or not?
After some deliberation, I decided to accept.
“You’re here, Mr. Toxic Stream Sniper?”
“…It’s a misunderstanding.”
It was absolutely not stream sniping, and I’m not toxic either.
Even from my perspective, the situation felt unfair.
I wanted to clear up the misunderstanding.
But the atmosphere made it clear that wouldn’t be possible.
“Fera, your argument is this, right? That we met ‘coincidentally’ again this time.”
“…Yes.”
“Then it must mean we’re destined for each other.”
“Looks that way.”
Zap—
Suzuka’s sharp gaze pierced into me.
What?
I was agreeing, so what’s the problem?
“Turn on your stream.”
“What?”
“The main culprit behind lowering my energy levels!”
Suzuka’s gaze shifted to the air.
She was probably looking at the chat window.
“Isn’t it reasonable to apologize by streaming?”
“…”
“You all think so too, right?”
I couldn’t see Suzuka’s chat window,
but I didn’t need to see it to know what kind of messages were flooding in.
“Well, I’m busy, so I’ll just…”
“Where do you think you’re going!”
Grab—
I tried to escape, but I failed.
If I wanted to, I could easily break free and run.
But my social skills weren’t so broken that I couldn’t engage in this level of banter.
And so, I ended up streaming as punishment for the grave crime of lowering Suzuka’s energy levels.
Until now, I had streamed on the domestic platform Jijijik.
But now that global services had begun,
there was no reason not to stream on Twitch TV.
“You wouldn’t just host me and run away like last time, would you?”
“Should I~?”
Suzuka’s current viewer count was nearing 100,000.
The influx of overseas viewers, which hadn’t been present before, had inflated her numbers.
With various convenient features allowing foreign viewers to enjoy the stream,
those numbers would likely stay high for a while.
The problem was that Suzuka intended to host all those viewers to my stream.
I rejected all attention that wasn’t related to my role as Director.
Unwanted attention inevitably became a burden.
“Don’t worry. I’m not planning to host you.”
“Thank goodness.”
Looking at the chat window floating in the air, I couldn’t hide my dismay.
It was filled with fire emojis and various toxic messages.
“Suzuka, my stream is on fire…”
“Really? Did you do something wrong, Fera?”
At Suzuka’s question, I picked the most reasonable message from the chat and read it aloud.
“Explain why you disappeared for two weeks without posting any notice…”
When I looked away from the chat, Suzuka was staring at me with a meaningful expression.
“Well, streaming is just a hobby for me… Of course, not posting a notice was rude to those waiting for me, but I don’t think it warrants this level of outrage.”
I was simply explaining my position,
but it somehow sounded like I was making excuses.
“I see. So you abandoned your precious viewers for two weeks.”
“Um, I’m sorry?”
If you’re about to make excuses, or if you’ve already done so,
you need to follow up with an apology for your wrongdoing.
Recalling my mentor’s teachings, I immediately apologized to the angry viewers.
“Wear the nun avatar. Then most of the viewers will forgive you.”
“Isn’t that just for your own satisfaction?”
“Excuse me! How could you interpret my warm, supportive gesture as selfishness!”
And so, I was sentenced to wear the Nun Outfit Avatar.
Sure, it was more comfortable than full-body armor,
but I couldn’t help feeling the weight of burden.
“Are you going to do Ranked Matches again?”
“Probably.”
Originally, I had planned to play just a couple of matches.
But now that I was streaming, I had to fill up the broadcast time.
Ending the stream prematurely would only worsen the viewers’ mood.
Besides, I wasn’t leveled high enough to attempt the Twisted World Tree Raid.
“Do I have to wear this even in the Arena?”
“Why are you even asking? Of course, you do.”
“What kind of Inquisitor fights in this outfit?”
“Didn’t you fight just fine in your last stream?”
Out of arguments, I gave up.
Fine. I’ll stream myself fighting in the Arena wearing the nun outfit.
‘The chat is going to go wild again.’
The last time I streamed in the nun outfit, I only issued warnings.
As a result, viewers started pushing boundaries even further.
Eventually, even Aka-chan lost her temper and began cracking down on the chat.
Things returned to some level of normalcy after that.
But during specific scenarios, the chat still turned feral.
It wasn’t incomprehensible.
Most of my viewers were community trolls to begin with.
The most common posts about me on Akagal were lewd comments targeting me.
‘Animals. They’re animals ruled by lust.’
In any case, I chatted with Suzuka for a while and then parted ways.
“Uh, hello.”
I waved at the chat window.
Thankfully, the chat wasn’t as feral as I’d feared,
but they were still a notorious pack of trolls capable of turning on me at any moment.
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[Anonymous User donated 10,000 KRW.]
- So, what now?
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“I’ll do some Ranked Matches for a bit.”
I teleported to the Record Point closest to the Arena.
During that short time, the chat went wild.
All because I said I’d play for “a bit.”
What are they, elementary schoolers? So childish it’s unbearable.
“Fine, I’ll stream until evening…”
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We want the real Fera back, the one who streamed once a week for three hours!
Classy.
LOL.
Oho.
They’re kind of overboard, though.
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What can I do when my real job is busy?
Of course, I couldn’t openly say that.
There were still fools who believed Fera and Aurora were the same person.
It’s obvious that Fera and Aurora are different people.
I don’t understand why some still cling to such baseless rumours.
…It wasn’t because of work stress that I was losing it.
You know that saying.
If you want to deceive your enemies, deceive your allies first.
But since I don’t have any allies right now,
I should start by deceiving myself.
Anyway, I returned to the Arena and started a Ranked Match.
“I picked Inquisitor after watching Fera, but I feel like I’m about to die. Any tips? … Watch the solo video on the Corrupted Spirit King raid.”
“What’s your real job that you don’t stream? Is this a power move? Oh… I don’t have a real job. I just stream when I feel like it.”
“Unemployed, full-time homemaker, married woman, rich housewife from Dongtan… I’m none of those, so please stop bringing them up.”
While casually interacting with viewers, I quickly moved to the Arena.
“The opponent is a Hunter.”
Hunter.
Even in this world, guns existed.
The typical old-fashioned musket.
Muskets were the Hunter’s main weapon,
but Hunters could skillfully handle various weapons.
The First Awakening Skill of a Hunter, Clever Hunter.
It’s similar to the Weapon Mastery Skill exclusive to Great Warriors.
Crossbows, muskets, daggers.
Its effects only applied to these three types of weapons,
so its versatility was naturally lower compared to Weapon Mastery, which belonged to the Second Awakening category.
Weapon Mastery enhanced the understanding of all melee weapons.
“Hunters have a delay in their attacks.”
Both muskets and crossbows were weapons that required reloading.
There were inevitable gaps during attacks,
and battles against Hunters were decided by how well you exploited those gaps.
“They’re using a musket.”
I immediately activated Holy Barrier.
Clang—!
With the sound of shattering glass, the barrier broke completely.
If I had taken the shot head-on, it would have been fatal.
“At this point, the Hunter will choose one of two options: reload the musket or swap to the crossbow to continue the attack.”
Reloading a musket takes longer than you’d expect.
Around 10 seconds.
Meanwhile, reloading a crossbow takes only one second.
What? A one-second reload time for a crossbow?
It’s a reasonable question if you think about modern crossbows.
But the crossbows in this world were different.
Magitech-enhanced crossbows consumed the user’s mana instead of arrows.
These crossbows shaped mana into arrows to shoot.
Creating arrows from mana was something any mage could do,
but mages in this world were rare, valuable, high-class resources.
“It is fascinating.”
Back when I was active, there were no advanced weapons like these.
Whoosh—!
A magical arrow whizzed past me.
The Hunter had already swapped to a crossbow.
I quietly continued my explanation as I observed them.
“In prolonged battles, muskets are trickier to deal with.”
I advanced, deflecting magical arrows with my mace imbued with holy power.
“Muskets don’t consume mana. And the Hunter’s First Skill, Magitech Trap, has significant area control, making it a troublesome skill.”
On the other hand, crossbows consumed mana.
The mana cost of Magitech Trap was substantial.
So once a Hunter used a crossbow, they couldn’t use Magitech Trap.
After the first musket shot,
using Magitech Trap to block an opponent’s approach,
then aiming with the reloaded musket was the key strategy.
Even just aiming with the musket significantly restricted the opponent’s movements.
This tactic bought time for mana recovery spent on Magitech Trap.
If successful, the musket could be fired again,
followed by swapping to the crossbow to continue the offensive.
“This is the basic PvP framework for Hunters.”
“I surrender.”
While explaining and fighting, the match reached its conclusion.
A Hunter who couldn’t dominate an area with traps was cornered,
and their crossbow damage couldn’t surpass the Priest’s healing output.
The result was an inevitable, total defeat for the Hunter.
Facing the Inquisitor’s mace, the Hunter surrendered.
But.
“Who said you could surrender?”
“Excuse me?”
After putting effort into teaching,
if the student doesn’t learn anything,
as an instructor, it’s hard not to feel disappointed.
“You’re one of my viewers, right?”
“Uh, yes. But how did you know…?”
“I saw the same username in the chat window.”
“Ah…”
I healed the barely-alive Hunter.
“There’s still plenty of time left on the clock.”
The Hunter, named “CrossbowFanSinceBabyDays,” sighed.
He was probably thinking he’d run into a real nutcase.
His gaze seemed to say just that.
I didn’t care and spoke softly.
“Since you were stream sniping… if you lose again this time, you’re banned.”
Smirk—
As my lips curled into a smile,
the Hunter’s expression grew darker.
“Understood?”
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