Streamer Crazy About Slaughter - Chapter 71
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In a moment, the arm of the male, who had pulled his strength to the limit.
As it shot out rapidly, a massive black light engulfed the entire spear.
Swish!!
With a strange sound, the spearhead, wrapped in black light, was shot forth at high speed.
At the same time, the male’s steps changed erratically, and he leaped toward the opponent as if he were one with the spear. The spearhead trembled incessantly, drawing an unpredictable trajectory.
Instead of a straightforward movement, the spearhead displayed a peculiar motion, resembling a single black snake.
At the point where the spearhead was aimed, a dancer clad in a red garment stood.
The male, wielding the spear, perceived the unarmed dancer’s appearance as arrogance, regardless of how renowned the opponent might be.
Therefore, this strike seemed to hit, the male thought half-heartedly.
Splash.
The moment the red dancer simply took a step forward, his thought turned almost to certainty.
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To concede the initiative.
It was often an action displayed by a skilled person toward a novice, implying that the opponent was subconsciously viewed as being below them.
Although the meaning could vary depending on the situation, it was certain that this action was exhibited by one who was superior in skill.
Just as the saying “The player who takes the initiative wins” exists.
To carry out the initiative was that important.
And now, Serin conceding the initiative to the opponent.
It held that meaning, but in reality, another meaning was greater.
At least she hoped the opponent would unleash an attack or two as desired before losing.
Even the Platinum tier range felt incredibly close to the newbie level for her. Serin did not want to show viewers the sight of newbies losing helplessly right as they started.
Thus, conceding the initiative to the opponent met in each match.
And at the end of it, Serin had no thought of losing.
“…”
And now.
She merely stared blankly at the spearhead shooting toward her at a strange angle before taking a step forward.
This was the reason she moved forward.
“Your stance is good.”
Saying that, she slowly grasped the end of her weight.
Rather than using a string, she lifted the weight directly with her hands.
To those who might recognize or not recognize me, it’s said that most concede the initiative, but rather than using their full force for the first attack, they use a moderately large technique as a counter.
But the spear master she encountered now seemed to reveal genuine power.
Even the footsteps, charging towards her, were indicative of skill, far from ordinary.
And that pleased her immensely.
Swish!!
The spearhead already wrapped in black light had reached close to Serin.
Trembling incessantly, the end of the spearhead contained numerous variables making it hard to predict where it would sh**t.
But Serin, as if she knew, extended the weight toward the spearhead aimed at her heart and executed one technique.
— Apex.
From the end of the weight, a red aura swirled up, bursting forth with immense power.
Suddenly, like a snake rising from below, she pressed down firmly onto the spearhead.
Boom!
The black spearhead, lodged into the coliseum floor outpaced its ascent with the crimson weight bearing down on it.
“This…”
The male, opening his mouth blankly as if he lost direction upon the spearhead being pinned to the floor.
But he could not continue to speak.
The spearhead, driven firmly into the ground, confirmed merely by the sense of connected hands, was already followed by Serin executing yet another technique.
— One Kick.
Using the weight that touched the ground as a pivot, the slender dancer’s body spun rapidly, her legs emerging from between the red cloth glowing a bright red as they extended swiftly.
Thwack!
The bl**d-dyed leg of Serin struck fiercely against the male’s head.
Such a clean hit.
— Victory!
Discovering the familiar hologram adorning her side, Serin straightened herself.
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[Platinum Tier 3 → Platinum Tier 2]
— 271 LP → 302 LP
— Bonus LP granted due to consecutive wins.
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*
The opponent was already enveloped in light and had vanished.
As the outcome she envisioned unfolded, she even felt a refreshing sensation.
While normally she would have felt that freshness alone in the coliseum, it felt new that there was someone with whom she could talk.
Checking the number of viewers that had surged to 20,000, she spoke.
“The stance of the spear master just now looked good to you all, didn’t it?”
[?????]
[Lin, what was that technique? Is there a leg technique?]
[Noona, I’m dying!!!]
[I couldn’t see anything but Lin; was the opponent a spear master?]
[Seriously, I had no interest in the opponent; it was all about Lin, just lol.]
[That leg technique was One Kick, really the first essential technique to learn lol.]
[The opponent probably looks ridiculous lol.]
[What’s that popping sound; it gives me chills to watch it.]
[Every single movement is just awe-inspiring, for real.]
[Holding a Crescent Moon Blade in the arena is just absurd to watch.]
[I’ve only seen the great sword yesterday, but wow, what is this??]
[Is Lin really using every single dancer technique??]
[Usually techniques with weak power aren’t used, but she’s really using them all.]
Watching the rapidly ascending chat, Serin felt a bit embarrassed and fiddled with her Crescent Moon Blade.
It wasn’t such a remarkable action on her part.
The chat reacting so enthusiastically every time felt fascinating to her.
And like a child wanting praise. It was absurd that she enjoyed the reactions of such a chat, yet she couldn’t deny feeling good about it.
Although it had started by chance, her decision to become a streamer had paid off, as evidenced by the rapidly increasing chat.
To receive recognition or inspire admiration in real-time imparted a sense of euphoria.
Ding ding!!
‘Ryu-el has donated 100,000 won!’
<It’s not much, but I’m donating.>
“Ah, thank you, Ryu-el for the 100,000 won donation. And that’s quite a significant amount.”
Moreover, donations that felt too substantial to consider merely as an extra income were pleasant in themselves.
Reflecting on how much she had received today alone, it was quite a large sum.
2 million won from Joan of Arc alone, and combined with other donations, it exceeded 3 million won.
The message asking not to donate was likely still displayed on the broadcast screen.
Yet even so, seeing people donate made her wonder if she had showcased something appealing enough to encourage viewers to donate.
While checking the time displayed on one side of the hologram, she said,
“It’s already 7 o’clock.”
It felt like it was soon time to wrap up the broadcast.
Having played about ten games in the arena, she had steadily raised her tier. It felt rewarding in many ways.
“Well then, I’ll end today’s broadcast here.”
[Huh? How long has it been????]
[Ending the broadcast is really a bad habit; haven’t you corrected it yet?]
[For real, the broadcast time is way too short.]
[Seriously, just a little more, please!]
[Ah, lol, I bought a great sword yesterday, and now seeing Lin’s broadcast makes me want a Crescent Moon Blade.]
[Crescent Moon Blade is basically a trademark weapon for Lin; even if you’re told to use it, you can’t fully use it lol.]
[Three-hour broadcasts are just too unfair.]
[Or at least do a chatting broadcast while having dinner!]
[Right, how about a chatting session?]
The chat expressed its disappointment or difficulty understanding the short broadcast time.
As much as she wished to stream a bit longer, she had too many tasks ahead.
She needed to check an email from someone claiming to be a professional team coach, and there was a promise set around 9 o’clock regarding content for selecting a new YouTube editor, so she also needed to talk with Sua.
Additionally, considering the scheduled exercise, it felt like she was short of multiple bodies.
“Honestly, I do want to stream a bit longer. However, there’s content for selecting editors tomorrow… And I have a lot to do today, so it can’t be helped.”
[Ah, you mentioned yesterday you would have a content selection for an editor.]
[Editor??]
[I heard LinTube would be sold to the NewTube channel.]
[Lol, it’s true that there are more than a few NewTubers profiting off Lin.]
[I’d bet when you check the emails, there are at least hundreds of applications from editors lol.]
[I heard the recruitment period is only two days, so there shouldn’t be that many applications, right?]
[I heard it’s spread across the community, so quite a few people are applying.]
[Isn’t it due by tomorrow?]
“At least I’m quickly sorting through the emails that have arrived by today to pick out the ones I find good. I also plan to check emails again before turning on the broadcast tomorrow.”
To be honest, even as she thought about it now, it seemed she had scheduled too tightly considering she needed to select an editor quickly.
To be precise, the recruitment period was not even stretches to two days, but rather just a bit over a day. It felt that was the case.
That time was too short for both her and the editor.
‘Next time, I should allow some leeway.’
The more she looked at the chat expressing disappointment, the more regretful she felt, prompting her to conclude the broadcast quickly.
“I’m going to head out now.”
With that, she immediately ended the broadcast.
As the chat was deactivated, and no further messages appeared.
She intended to exit Another World immediately.
Ding!
[Joan of Arc: I noticed your broadcast just ended… Is it possible for a brief conversation if you’re okay with it?]
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A beautifully crafted garden on a vast estate.
Inside the central massive mansion, two women were now entering.
“It’s amazing.”
Serin exclaimed in wonder about the fact that this entire space was personal.
“I wanted to treat you well.”
Joan of Arc. So Eunha, observing Serin’s awe, cautiously guided her through the mansion’s interior.
She felt a certain pride in having decorated her house this way, even if it wasn’t specifically for Lin, the sight of her astonishment made her happy.
“Please have a seat here, Lin.”
Once inside the grand mansion’s reception area, Eunha carefully said.
Serin, nodding without any further words, settled into the reception area.
As she did, Eunha took a seat across from her and slowly began to speak.
“I’m sorry for summoning you like this. I figured you wanted to rest after your broadcast.”
“No, it won’t take long for a conversation, so it’s fine.”
Seeing Serin, who had no intention of lingering, made Eunha flinch slightly, but she resumed speaking.
“I just wanted to meet Lin once. You are even more beautiful in person.”
‘…?’
Serin was puzzled as to what that meant since she was a character and opened her mouth.
“You’re also exceptionally beautiful, Joan of Arc. But are you actually a woman in real life?”
She was a bit concerned about whether the one who made a massive donation was an actual female or a male donning a female character.
“Ah… I’m indeed a woman in reality.”
Eunha awkwardly replied, gazing at Serin a bit more closely.
With an incredibly calm demeanor.
Despite the nickname Joan of Arc and seeing herself, Lin had no real reaction whatsoever.
Noticing this suddenly made Eunha feel a bit silly.
Whenever she walked, it was as if fans followed her without question, and there were countless notorious stalkers commonly referred to as paparazzi, resulting in her becoming somewhat arrogant.
She thought she was quite well-known after two years of professional life.
Naturally, she assumed Lin would recognize her, but that was just her own fallacy.
“…”
However, seeing Lin’s demeanor instead made Eunha smile softly.
‘An intriguing person.’
She felt that way about Lin.
In contrast.
“…?”
Serin, confused why someone staring at her was suddenly smiling, couldn’t understand the reason for Eunha’s smile.