Streamer Crazy About Slaughter - Chapter 460

In Another World, there exist dozens of classes.

Each class has at least several dozens, with some classes having nearly 100 techniques.

For instance, even within the class of ‘Knight,’ there are various sub-categories that split into different types.

Basically, the Knight class mainly consists of general skills as well as weapon-based skills. However, there are also special knight classes, such as the ‘Paladin.’

This class is forced to use one-handed swords and can only use a few special techniques instead of a wide variety of techniques.

The total number of techniques held by the ‘Paladin’ does not exceed 15.

Even the general techniques, if excluded, are effectively limited for a class that primarily wields a sword.

Despite that, there was a significant reason why the Paladin class received the most attention.

The current number one in the Another World ranking.

The user who has maintained that position for several years and continues to hold the top spot, a female player with a career unmatched among professional gamers.

—Joan of Arc Yoon Eunha.

Her class was indeed Paladin.

Even though it is a general class and not the heavily debated hidden class, the interest in the Paladin has always been fervent.

Many players chose the same class out of fandom, yet overwhelmingly high were the cases of players dropping out midway to switch to different classes.

Interestingly, the Paladin class did not have an awakening ability.

Instead, it often had enhanced general skills, but even those did not receive good evaluations in PVP due to power adjustments.

Yet the Paladin was special.

Blessing of God. With powerful skills like Divine Light. Most of the skills were special skills named after the seven archangels.

Among them, the one rated as the most special was.

—Sarakhael’s Sin.

From the moment it is used, the name Paladin disappears, transforming into the Knight of Blades.

From the moment she becomes the Knight of Blades, she must dodge all attacks.

Even the damage received from non-vital areas reaches up to five times, making the moment she allows damage almost tantamount to d*ath.

Moreover, even being confronted by a sword is not permitted, as the durability of the sword undergoes extreme degradation.

While it gains the sharpest edge, the weapon’s durability weakens drastically. Furthermore, all techniques are sealed, rendering her unable to use any techniques.

Each of these techniques had many drawbacks, but in exchange, she gained drastically enhanced physical abilities.

Among other Paladin users, this technique was notorious for being virtually unusable—that is, except for Joan of Arc.

The overwhelming utilization of this technique was one reason she had not missed a single tournament win until now.

Her innate sense was considered to transcend the realm of talent.

…

The pitch-black darkness completely envelops her entire body, altering her appearance.

The luxurious armor she wore seems to vanish as if consumed by the darkness, instead, a black-dyed cloth outfit appears to wrap around her.

As the armor disappears, geometric patterns are etched on the revealed white skin.

At the end of those patterns, she swiftly slashes through the darkness enveloping her with her sword, and the darkness shatters like a massive piece of glass.

“…”

She looks up.

The great sword, which was imminent, was threateningly rushing toward her, but at this moment, she was not at a level where she could not evade.

Swish.

The moment she takes a single step.

Her field of vision expands at a speed distinctly different from before. She completely escapes the trajectory of the great sword.

Bang!

Immediately, she spins her body to evade the trajectory of a b*llet that shoots as though it were aimed perfectly.

“….”

Although she unthinkingly used Sarakhael’s Sin, even in this state, her confidence in victory was not substantial.

A mere glancing blow would be the end.

At this moment, where not even a single hit could be allowed, her focus was rapidly fading, and time was running out.

Kaboom!

As a shockwave bursts forth from the delayed strike of the great sword hitting the ground, she immediately makes a judgment.

The opponent does not have a shotgun. She will avoid the revolver fire and engage Kang Hyuk first.

With that thought, she turns her body and bends forward as if to touch the ground.

Swish!

With a whistle, the great sword slices through the air.

With her left hand gripping the sword, she thrusts it fiercely.

Clang! Whoosh!

Kang Hyuk, who received the attack on the lower part of his great sword, was seen being pushed back greatly.

Bang!

She dodges the subsequent gunfire by quickly bobbing her head and slams her body to the ground.

In this moment, where she must exclude the opponent solely with her pure senses,

she had no choice but to act as her body led her.

…

—In a life-and-d*ath situation! Using Sarakhael’s Sin!

—…Is she maintaining her focus until the fourth match? I thought it would not be easy to use…

—Joan of Arc showing near-perfect evasion against the attacks from Kang Hyuk and Ha Jun! An overwhelming Sense of the Divine!

The commentary, which at one point seemed like it could not get any bigger, was now resonating with even greater excitement through the speakers.

And Serin, who was listening, strangely did not hear the commentary.

She became so focused on Eunha’s movements on the screen that she paid no attention to anything else.

‘It’s like watching a dance.’

Although she thought blankly, she could hardly believe it.

It seemed like watching an undiscovered dancer’s performance or something completely different—the movements of Ms. Eunha were entirely beyond the norm.

The flames usually dancing along the blade disappeared as she constantly executed swift strikes with the great sword. Ms. Eunha did not swing her sword or even meet it directly.

She simply dodged lightly. While mindful of Ha Jun’s shots, she would swiftly reach out only during moments of opening.

Aside from the dazzling strikes, the rest appeared to be focused on evasion.

There was no sense of relief or something precarious in her movements.

There were motions that could not be explained even through mere playful banter akin to idle talk.

While she had never been surprised by a professional player’s actions before…

The movements of Ms. Eunha on the screen evoked nothing but pure admiration.

‘The dimension is different.’

Just from watching for a moment, one could feel the caliber of her movements was astounding.

Ms. Eunha’s movements, filled with deliberation and caution, were mesmerizing even while followed with the eyes.

As if she could sense without seeing, dodging the trajectory of the great sword, she twisted her waist or stepped forward only from the sound of gunfire, turning that cunning shooting into nothingness.

Like movements close to Yaeji.

And now. She saw Kang Hyuk gradually being cornered by those same movements of Ms. Eunha.

Even while receiving support fire from Ha Jun, he was swinging his great sword rapidly, but it was perilous for him to block any sudden thrusts from her sword.

Minutes had passed as they lost themselves in watching the tournament and even forgot about the broadcast.

—…It’s truly a historic final match.

—I completely agree. I can hardly imagine that a match like this will occur again later…

—Is this truly a final match that is this fierce and even fight…

The shout of the commentary seemed to reach her ears late.

And she couldn’t believe the results displayed on the screen.

[?????]

[Wow]

[It sends chills down my spine every time I watch it]

[Every time seems like a different level]

[Only someone who has actually used that technique would know how absurd it is]

[If you get hit even once, it’s game over]

[It’s really too disappointing]

[Honestly, regardless of the outcome of the match, all I see is Joan of Arc]

[At this point, it seems like each final proves how exceptional Joan of Arc is;]

While she stared blankly at the chat window, it was fascinating.

The viewers, who had once mocked and criticized when Red Cat was retired, were now inspired by simply watching Ms. Eunha’s play, filling the chat with admiration.

In this moment, factors like her beautiful appearance, personality, and external recognition mattered little.

At this moment, everyone was purely marveling at her skills.

“Still, G1 is truly amazing.”

But without thinking, those words slipped out of my mouth against my intentions.

It was unbelievable that Ms. Eunha, showing overwhelming Sense of the Divine and performance, had… been defeated.

Just a moment ago, Ms. Eunha’s sword seemed to be decisive in every way.

After finishing off Kang Hyuk 2:1, when her sword blocked the unexpected shot, she could have won if it hadn’t broken right then. Without doubt, it could have been a victory for TSJ.

Even if I didn’t know, perhaps it was a side effect of Sarakhael’s Sin that caused her sword to shatter so meaningless, and simultaneously, Ms. Eunha turned into light and vanished.

Afterward, the Broken Blade ultimately finished off Minha, but with Ha Jun’s subsequent control, the match ended in G1’s victory.

In this fiercely fought fourth match, ironically, the last one standing was Ha Jun.

…

As Eunha stepped out of the capsule into the waiting room, her mind was blank.

‘If only I had held back at the end, would I have survived?’

She had tried to evade the sniper shot that was fired at the last moment.

But by that time, after encountering Kang Hyuk’s great sword several times, the sword’s durability had already reached its limit, and it shattered the moment she blocked the shot. That was the end.

If she could have preserved just a bit more durability as if she had just let it slip… could she have finished it?

As she walked, she realized it had been a long time since she had concentrated so hard and played in a match. Her mind felt exhausted.

Various thoughts crossed her mind and cluttered her head, and her focus was slightly blurred. It was clear she needed a break.

Just then.

“…I’m sorry.”

At the sound of Seol Ah’s voice from beside her, she instinctively turned her gaze.

“Why are you apologizing?”

With a gloomy expression, Seol Ah couldn’t even meet her gaze, as if she had committed a grave sin.

“It’s because I couldn’t hold on… and ruined the match.”

She spoke as if confessing to a sin. Eunha replied immediately.

“It’s okay. Don’t be so discouraged.”

After all, today’s G1 was something different.

The extraordinary strength shown by all G1 players was remarkable.

Especially in the fourth match, Kang Hyuk’s movements were so unsettling that even Eunha felt several shivers running down her spine.

Even though it was 2:1 after using Sarakhael’s Sin, facing Kang Hyuk, she struggled just to win by clashing swords a few times.

“Eunha. I’m sorry too.”

Just as Seol Ah’s gloom spread, Jimin also came over to apologize, and Eunha blinked in surprise.

“It’s fine. The fourth match was lost because I couldn’t perform. Don’t apologize anymore.”

Thus, she blurted out those words.

Even now, she felt that it was a match she could have won if she had performed better. At the last moment, she definitely lost focus and failed to respond in time.

“Hey, unnie… what do you mean by that! I lost because I couldn’t do it.”

“Really, you should blame us a bit too. I’m saying this because I truly feel sorry.”

As she continued to look at their gloomy faces, she eventually bit her tongue.

She didn’t genuinely think they hadn’t done their part, so there was no blame in her thoughts.

As she walked in silence, the only sound was the echo of their footsteps in the space.

‘I can’t understand.’

Even when told not to apologize, they continued to apologize. Even if she failed, they still showed that attitude. She didn’t know how to respond.

Knock.

As she almost opened the waiting room door, she momentarily spoke.

“Just finish it properly in the fifth match.”

She didn’t want to hear any more weak voices.

So, she expressed it first as though to block them and opened the door.

Clack.

As she was welcomed by the coaching staff and other players, she received their greetings as usual and soon took a moment for herself.

Perhaps due to focusing too much, she felt both her body and mind were fatigued.

As a thought crossed her mind, she unconsciously let out a small sigh.

‘Surely… she must be disappointed.’

She wondered if Serin, who was watching this match, felt disappointed in her.

That thought lingered.

Having contacted her earlier with great bravado, the result was 2:2, and they were engaged in a back-and-forth showdown up to the fifth match.

Shaking her head lightly, she soon emptied her mind.

Right now, she had to rest in preparation for the fifth match.

…

Buzz!

While she was closing her eyes to gather her thoughts, she suddenly opened them at a sound heard nearby.

There was her smartphone, its screen lit up with a small message.

And she knew that there was only one person who had set the sound to ring during chat settings.

‘Ms. Serin…?’

Carefully picking up her smartphone, her heart fluttered slightly.