Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Triumph Over the Extra Boss
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“Enough with the jokes. For now, Bom-bom, you’ve got a completely different style from me, so you’re definitely worth watching.”
[Because I’m a mage.]
Yuseong glanced at the screen.
In the video, Bom-bom aimed her staff at the boss. A fist-sized arrow of flame materialized at the tip of the staff and shot forward rapidly.
[Fire Bolt]
[Magic really is flashy.]
The viewers cheered at her spell.
But that didn’t mean Bom-bom’s magic packed any more punch.
Kwang!
The boss swung its sword, smashing the spell to pieces.
“Undead have a weakness to fire attributes by nature, but an extra boss like this doesn’t show it much.”
Naltorri clicked his tongue.
Bom-bom gave it her all. She tried to keep as much distance as possible from the boss, unleashing a barrage of spells.
But the boss stubbornly closed in, swinging its sword. The sight was utterly intimidating.
In the end, not long after, Bom-bom reappeared in front of the boss room, her arms dangling limply.
“I lost.”
“Good work.”
Naltorri comforted her.
“Thanks. But your voice sounds a little excited?”
“Don’t mind it. I’m just relieved to see a fellow comrade.”
Bom-bom shot him a pouty glare.
But Naltorri didn’t back down and opened his system window.
“Alright, so how much of the boss’s HP did Bom-bom take down?”
“You must hear ‘mean personality’ a lot, huh, Naltorri?”
Naltorri just flashed a sly grin. Bom-bom didn’t press further and peered into the window he’d opened.
“I took down about 4% too. Against a warrior in that environment, that’s not bad, right? Even you, a fellow warrior, got similar results.”
She smiled triumphantly at Naltorri. He smiled back brightly.
“Of course. If you hadn’t used fire magic, which is strong against undead, it would’ve been an even better showing.”
A subtle battle of pride played out between them.
“Then it’s my turn.”
Naltorri and Bom-bom immediately dropped their petty rivalry.
* * *
Thud!
The boss room door closed for the third time. Watching Yuseong’s figure vanish behind it, Bom-bom spoke up.
“What do you think? Can Yuseong take down the extra boss this time?”
“There’s a chance.”
Naltorri crossed his arms as he replied.
“You saw it too, right? The video of Yuseong grabbing the reclusive sage’s relic.”
“Yeah.”
His movements were breathtaking, and the composure to maintain them was enviable.
“Thinking about that, he’s got way better odds than us. But I can’t say for sure. It’s still an extra boss, after all.”
It wasn’t uncommon for a player who cleared one extra boss to get wrecked by the next.
“Each boss has different traits, and more than that, extra bosses can game-over you just because of bad luck if they’re simply too strong. But…”
Naltorri glanced at Yuseong on Bom-bom’s screen.
“At the very least, he’s sure to show us something amazing.”
* * *
Yuseong eyed the boss. Its empty eye sockets stared back at him.
No need for words. No room for hesitation. He raised his gun and aimed at the boss.
Bang!
The new Eonir pistol he’d just acquired spat fire at the boss’s head. He’d already shifted his designated stats to strength earlier, so even if his raw stats were lacking, handling the Eonir pistol was no issue.
Ting!
The bullet ricocheted. The boss had raised its massive greatsword like a shield, covering most of its body. With that, it charged at Yuseong.
(Can’t target the face like that.)
The muzzle dipped lower.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
He squeezed the trigger repeatedly at the boss’s legs, exposed beneath the greatsword. The bullets embedded precisely into the boss’s leg bones, far thinner than a normal person’s legs.
But the boss was already closing in on Yuseong. It raised the greatsword high overhead.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out. The Eonir pistol’s ammo was already depleted. The shot came from the basic pistol he’d swiftly drawn—the one he’d used before.
This shot nailed the boss’s head perfectly. But the boss swung its sword as if unscathed.
Bang!
Yuseong drew the second basic pistol, bought by scraping together what little money he had, and fired at the boss’s head. The boss, which had seemed ready to split Yuseong’s skull, staggered back awkwardly.
Stun.
* * *
“Whoa!”
“Wow!”
Naltorri and Bom-bom let out cries of admiration in unison at the brief exchange on screen.
The viewers reacted the same way.
Since Naltorri and Bom-bom had merged their chat windows after Yuseong entered the boss room, messages from both groups flooded in together.
[Expected it, but that’s art.]
[Is a gun supposed to be that accurate?]
[After two lame fights, this cleanses the eyes.]
“No, seriously, how is he so good with a gun? Olympic shooter?”
[Even an Olympic shooter couldn’t do that.]
“Then special forces?”
[If Korea had special forces like that, it’d be the world’s strongest country.]
But Yuseong’s inhuman skill wasn’t just marksmanship.
While Yuseong reloaded, the boss recovered from stun and swung its sword again.
Yet the blade didn’t touch him. Without proper armor, a single hit would cost him massive HP. A vital hit could one-shot him.
But Yuseong dodged every swing. The extra boss’s erratic patterns came in waves, but not a single attack grazed him.
[What, is he a gymnast?]
[More like circus act?]
[Ugh, sweat’s pouring.]
[And he’s reloading mid-dodge?]
Shock, awe, admiration. That’s all anyone felt watching the player on screen.
The fact that it was live only amplified it.
Why do people prefer live streams over recordings? Because unlike pre-recorded ones with fixed outcomes, live streams hold the uncertainty of what might happen next.
That unpredictability ramps up the thrill, tension, and awe.
[But isn’t Yuseong not using any skills right now?]
“Huh?”
Naltorri, ever the dutiful streamer glancing at chat, spotted a concerning message.
“…Not using skills?”
“Huh?”
Bom-bom gasped beside him.
“…He really isn’t?”
[No skills?]
[Yeah, no skill effects visible.]
“Well, yeah. He said he couldn’t even afford basic armor, so it makes sense he hasn’t bought skills.”
[But his movement is insane.]
“That it is.”
“No denying that.”
Yuseong’s movement was just that extraordinary—nothing else to say.
[Oh, Aura of Negativity.]
As one viewer noted, the boss unleashed its Aura of Negativity.
With no armor or skills, Yuseong had no way to resist. As expected, his movements visibly slowed.
The boss’s sword seemed poised to cleave him in two any second.
But it didn’t land. He was definitely more precarious than before. Unlike moments ago when he had some margin, now it was razor-thin dodges.
Yet the boss’s sword still hadn’t hit him—that was fact.
[Dodging by a paper’s width.]
[That’s literally a paper’s width. Naltorri’s was a tree trunk.]
[Not a trunk, a whole ancient tree, thousands of years old.]
<lololol>
<lmao>
“Hey, folks.”
[But can you move like that after a direct Aura of Negativity hit?]
“Yuseong’s physicality is top-tier, and his stats seem higher than his level. Must’ve gotten a bunch of stat bonus luck.”
[That skilled and lucky?]
[Life hack!]
“Honestly, I agree.”
As someone aiming to be a top Ark streamer, this was exactly the skill he craved.
“You too, right, Bom-bom?”
“Super jealous.”
The boss’s HP had dropped below a threshold from Yuseong’s relentless attacks, triggering a change. Red light gleamed in its empty pupils, black energy swirling around it.
[Phase 2!]
[First time seeing this live!]
[HP at 60% then?]
[Lmao Two 4%ers Then Straight To 60% Damage, Hilarious]
“We did pretty well ourselves.”
“Agreed.”
Their earlier rivalry forgotten, Naltorri and Bom-bom protested in unison.
Suddenly, the boss’s movements shifted. Visibly more ferocious. Damage output surely spiked too. Yuseong, clad in mere rags, looked perilously vulnerable.
Slash!
Finally, the boss’s attack grazed him.
Just a graze, so damage was minimal, but accumulating wounds steadily whittled his HP.
“This is dangerous.”
[Guess it’s too much.]
[No skills, crap gear.]
[If he just had those two...]
Yet even in crisis, Yuseong chugged potions to maintain HP while landing solid hits on the boss.
He found the maximum distance where the boss couldn’t fully shield with its sword, maintaining it to leverage his ranged weapon.
The boss’s power and cramped field forced close quarters often, but Yuseong’s experience let him escape crises with minimal damage.
[Wait, is he actually gonna win?]
[Yuseong’s taking hits, but boss is getting pummeled too.]
Reactions shifted gradually.
The peak came when Yuseong deflected a downward greatsword swing with his basic pistol—forcing it into the ground, shattering the gun’s durability in one blow—then jammed the Eonir pistol against the boss’s temple for a point-blank shot.
“Woooah!”
“Waaah!”
Naltorri and Bom-bom shouted in unison. The chat overflowed with renewed awe.
And that was it.
Yuseong pulled back distance to control the boss while reloading. But the boss that should’ve charged again didn’t.
It dropped to one knee. The greatsword propped it up, barely preventing total collapse. But only for a moment.
Thud!
It let go of the sword and crumpled fully to the floor.
Whoosh!
It dissolved into powder, piling on the ground. Soon, a gust from somewhere scattered it beyond the mansion.
Only then did Yuseong lower his guard.
“…He really did it.”
“Oh my god…”
Naltorri and Bom-bom gaped, having witnessed the boss’s demise through the screen. They’d thought Yuseong had good odds, but seeing it with their own eyes was another matter entirely.