VTuber RP Is Not a Concept - Chapter 82

The battlefield was already in one person’s grasp.

The battlefield he dominated was neither hot nor fierce.

There were only cold, fading lives.

The Necromancer was there.

A being who summons even greater darkness, using the deaths of enemies as offerings.

The dead moved according to his command.

The remnants that were once human, with two eyes burning like black flames, worshiped him.

From the allied side, the one who can never take off his iron armor.

The Ironclad Giant stepped forward.

Then the specters flew through the air and seeped into the cracks in the iron armor.

Before he could even raise his shield, the solid armor shattered.

The Necromancer grabbed the soul that floated into the air as if it were torn.

Soon, skeleton soldiers wearing roughly twisted armor surrounded the Bard.

The Bard’s lips lost their song, and instead, screams scattered like melodies.

I threw my body in all directions as if bouncing, and escaped the battlefield.

He’s not an opponent to face.

Not yet.

○ Stahlhart (Ironclad Giant/Shieldbearer): Ouch, it hurts so much ><
○ DominoSong (Bard/Invoker): Yah, what kind of monster did you create?

[– Wasn’t the Necromancer a late-game character ㄷ]
[– He blew up in the forest, but the teammates…]
[– Leah was a nobody;;]
[– Look at her speechless ㅋㅋㅋ]
[– I think Leah is really angry ㅋㅋ]
[– (You guys lose.. you don’t deserve to win)]
[– You guys lose (I’m also losing)]
[– If the Necromancer is already that big, there’s no answer. You can’t stop it.]

Only I survived and retreated from the battlefield in front of the Ether Core.

Only one enemy became unexpectedly strong.

It’s not that I didn’t grow.

In the sporadic battles, I continued to resist steadily, taking even small advantages.

My heart pounds.

A trickle of sweat flows down my neck.

A state of complete control, maintaining composure even in extreme excitement.

I don’t allow my body to move on its own.

It was close to the mechanical precision of consciously adjusting the movement of every muscle, every cell.

I just watch the slashing sword graze the tip of my nose.

Because I judged that it wouldn’t hit.

Immediately, I adjust the angle of my wrist to the optimum, checking enemies in other directions.

And then, a shot at the samurai right in front of me.

I feel heat on my forehead.

I’m even careful about inhaling.

[– This game is being evened out..]
[– It’s just Leah’s one-man show.]
[– But isn’t she paying too much attention to the game ㅋㅋ]
[– It’s been almost 30 minutes since she spoke..]
[– Communicate~ Communicate~ Communicate~]
[– Hello?]
[– Sucking up donations like a hippo without reacting ㅋㅋㅋ]
[– Don’t abandon the Pias ㅜ]
[– She’s got a habit of abandoning.. It’s already the second time today.]
[– Knock knock. Where did the person who was broadcasting go?]
[– They said she was possessed by the Spirit Marksman~]
[– It’s almost that level of performance ㅋㅋ]
[– The immersion is so amazing that I’m just watching..]
[– It’s tense because she’s tightrope walking every time.]
[– Tightrope walking while carrying a 100-ton log ㄷㄷ]
[– The moment Leah gets 1 death, this game is just over.]

A fight that goes into a super long game, repeating advances and retreats.

In front of the late-game object, the Doom Golem, members of both sides gathered.

I take in the things that need to be broken through.

In addition to the enemies, those who have risen again from death form a barrier.

The Necromancer, who can interfere with multiple approaches from afar, seems like the worst matchup at first glance.

But for me now, it felt like an opportunity.

Delivering the material to maintain the Spirit Marksman’s ‘Awakening’.

I kick off the ground.

Arrows made of light pierce the bodies of the unholy.

Skeletons crumble, and specters scatter like fog.

Along the path of rolling forward, a shimmering wave rises.

The arrow is also sucked into the enemy Artificer.

The next moment, everything is immersed in silence.

Light shimmers.

My eyes are filled with brilliant colors.

Golden crystals that bloomed from the earth rise from the tips of my toes and shatter into the air.

Silver winds swirling in the air surround me.

The green spirit of the forest dances across my body.

Clear blue water droplets form in the air and disappear as if flowing.

And, the spirit of light turns above my head, casting a dawn.

Spirit Descent.

Centered on my body, five colors rotate and divide the space.

Even if I close my eyes, I can see.

They flow, and I became one with them.

Flash.

The moment my toes touch the ground, it feels like walking on the wind, not the ground.

Now, all movements are faster and lighter than before.

I feel more free.

This body I’m controlling now reflects my intentions, my reactions faster than usual.

It’s still impossible to reproduce the exact same feeling of fighting in reality, but it was clear that the boundary between the game and reality had become thinner.

Acceleration, leap, evasion.

A volley filled in without gaps.

They can’t stop me.

They can’t protect the path to their commander.

The enemies’ gazes are misaligned.

As if they can’t see me, even though I’m right in front of them.

The enemies barely chase the place I’ve already passed.

In the place where wind and light swirl, the undead fall one by one.

Arrows are also equally lodged in the flustered enemies.

In the process of avoiding everything and hitting my attacks, the Awakening continues.

Before I knew it, the only thing blocking me from the Necromancer was─

Only he himself, carrying the darkness.

Black mana explodes from the fingertips of the Necromancer.

He puts up his last resistance.

However, I was already drawing the bowstring.

The arrow draws a single trajectory towards his heart.

※※※

Since the final battle was concluded like that, there was no upset.

The game ended in victory.

I briefly unfastened the band attached to my wrist.

[– Did she win? Did she win? Did she win?]
[– An all-time one-man carry.]
[– It’s not just carrying, it’s like hitting the opponent’s head with a log;;]
[– The Spirit Marksman character is well made, it’s so fun to watch.]
[– Why is this person playing a different game by herself? The awakening keeps going.]
[– If you can do it like that, it’s an overpowered character ㅋㅋㅋ]
[– I can hear it… The sound of 100,000 Spirit Marksman mains being born..]
[– I knew Leah was good, but I didn’t know she was this good ㄷ]
[– What? Cradle’s big mistake? Trash character? ‘Shut up’.]
[– It’s okay to not talk and just play the game~]
[– ‘It’s natural for the temple to be quiet’.]
[– Ah, you were silent so that the Pias could worship..]
[– I worship you, God Leah.]

“Haa… Haa…”

With considerable fatigue, I took rough breaths.

The recoil of controlling my body for a long time is coming.

[– ??]
[– What is that sound?]
[– Oh…]
[– No ㅋㅋ Leah ㅋㅋㅋㅋ]
[– She must have been really focused ㅋㅋ]
[– I turned up the volume right away.]
[– The sound is some… something..]
[– My imagination is stimulated!]
[– Heh heh heh…]
[– I kind of want to keep listening? ㅎㅎ]
[– Is this ASMR? Right?]
[– It’s too lewd..]
[– (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)]

While I was catching my breath for a while, the Pias started acting up.

“Haa… Are you all… not afraid of the Spirit Bow….”

[– Don’t say it until you’ve caught your breath ㅋㅋㅋ]
[– It’s not scary at all because you’re saying it like that.]
[– You seduced me first!!!]

“Okay. Next time, I’ll turn off the microphone.”

[– Don’t do that..]
[– We were wrong ㅜㅜ]
[– I’ll write a letter of apology…]
[– Everyone, please chat nicely~^^]

Without even a little resistance, the chat window immediately offered apologies.

Thinking that the purpose was to hear the sound(?) a little more, I unknowingly said this.

“…Perverts.”

[– Ooh…]
[– This also has a good feeling.]
[– You’re on a roll today?]
[– Scolding Leah.. This is precious..]
[– Is it ASMR part 2?]
[– Please do more!]
[– Even without a crown, a queen is a queen, right?]
[– Why are you like this, Leah.. I barely held back.]

“Do you have to get hit by an arrow to come to your senses?”

Inevitably, I made a few Pias disappear as an example.

[– ㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷ]
[– Phew, I survived.]
[– Kyaaaaaaak.]
[– Chat window massacre.]
[– The well-fed Spirit Marksman’s aim is amazing…]
[– You can’t stop a 27/0/18 Spirit Marksman.]

They’re perverted Pias, but it’s also strangely hard to completely ban them.
All the Spirit Bows I shot directly were temporary blocks.
But I won’t teach them that.
Because Pias seem to need some restraint!

“Now, until the end of the broadcast, I’ll keep playing Ori.”

[– There are still about 10 hours left?]
[– Even without staying up all night, 10 hours is hard;;]
[– Crazy stamina ㄷ]
[– We like it, though…]

I was also a little worried.

Because the physical exertion was quite large.

And after awakening, I had to be even more careful.

But it wasn’t possible to play the Spirit Marksman every game, so I was able to proceed smoothly after that.

[– This person didn’t sleep?]
[– Wow, she’s still going…]

Those kinds of chats came up steadily.

I ate lunch in the middle, played one more game of Spirit Marksman.

And filled the time.

So when 24 hours were almost up, there was a result that appeared on the screen.

○ JustPassingElf
{GrandMaster}

[– Wow… Grandmaster.]
[– Go up there.]
[– I see the Ori goddess.]
[– It was an obvious result.]
[– The legend of the broadcast ending is really.]