Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Ghost Girl's Mansion (6)
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Shwaaazzz-!!
Chiiiiiik...!!
El Ayla dashed across the webs, slicing Queen Elizabeth to ribbons in a frenzy of motion.
The scimitars she swung barely scratched the boss.
But the poison coating those blades was a different story.
'Just as expected. Highly effective.'
The specter's venom worked even on Queen Elizabeth.
You could see the boss's carapace melting right before your eyes!
The viewers' excitement flooded the chat.
This thrill was why hunters couldn't quit streaming.
Unfortunately, it seemed you couldn't survive on praise from the chat alone.
There were plenty still nitpicking and hating to the bitter end.
Man, people around here are stingy as hell.
Guess living in the boonies makes everyone's hearts as narrow as their wallets.
"Come on, what's the problem this time? Where else you gonna find a job this family-like?"
"Tsk tsk. You have no idea."
I wagged my finger at the camera.
"You amateurs might not get it, but our channel's motto is 'Relaxing gate clears from the comfort of your home.' Read the notice before chatting, yeah?"
"Ebebeb I can't hear you. And none of my summons are people anyway? You viewers must have eyes like buttonholes."
Perfect. Atmosphere flipped.
Good call responding to the chat.
So many folks appreciate my humor. Makes me happy.
'Yeah, gotta take praise like this to make home-streaming worth it.'
Service jobs are tough. Boo hoo.
I wiped away a tear and sank into shallow reverie.
'Queen Elizabeth's weakened enough. Keep pounding her like this, and we'll take her down no problem...'
The kill was secured the moment the boss got poisoned.
No issue clearing within time.
'But... ending it like this lacks impact, right?'
I couldn't stop the grin creeping onto my face.
Hunters specializing in status ailments were rare.
Ones who streamed? Maybe two or three.
'Reasons abound, but the root is obvious.'
It's boring.
Status skills paled in flashiness next to swordplay or spell barrages from other hunters.
'Debuff and run tactics are just no-fun.'
Debuff kiting makes the victim crave a chair shot, and spectators call it lame cheese.
If it's lame in games, imagine in reality.
'So, what to do?'
Talk is cheap.
The answer's set.
'This is the finale of an important debut stream. Go out flashy, super flashy.'
If status fights against bosses felt bland.
I'd just amp up the impact myself.
"Kieeeek-!!"
It was right then.
Queen Elizabeth's back cracked open, splitting apart.
For invertebrates, the exoskeleton was like bones.
The name itself started with "outer shell."
"Kieee!!"
Queen Elizabeth thrashed wildly, screaming in agony.
No boss monster could endure the pain of shattered bones.
The rampaging Queen Elizabeth.
The boss room's webs swaying in response.
I broadcast the whole chaotic mess.
Rumble-!
Crack, boom-!
The shaking boss room delivered heart-pounding tension that had viewers gulping, with 90% getting lost in the visual spectacle for a moment.
So, few viewers caught my intent.
Did they notice?
Then they'd anticipate the finale.
Didn't notice?
Then they'd be stunned by the finale I'd unveil.
'Build anticipation, deliver shock. Showmanship.'
A clear packed with surprise and immersion.
That's how broadcasts get called "fun."
"Kieeeek-!!!!"
-Crack!!
Layered scimitar venom finally split the carapace.
Shards flew in that instant.
-Thrust!
El Ayla, gripping her scimitar reverse, leaped.
The spotlight shone on today's star.
The stage's lead: El Ayla.
Ghost dancer with black hair and brown skin.
But as she charged for the finish, few—maybe countable on one hand—would notice the camera's seasoned pursuit.
Of course, Jeong Do-jin didn't care if viewers missed his expertise.
Even laymen would gape at the overwhelming cinematic beauty of the dancer's moves.
'If the camera crew does their job, no commentary needed.'
Maybe not for other broadcasts, but for gate live streams, yes.
Another of cameraman Jeong Do-jin's creeds.
Amid poison mist, butterflies and spiders danced.
The queen spider thrashed in pained screams.
The beautiful butterfly danced, focused on attack.
A spectacle like the food chain flipped!
Jeong Do-jin captured the battle perfectly.
Best angle, highlighting the star.
Viewers stared blankly at their screens.
Cinematic beauty comes from direction and editing.
But live streams can't edit.
No directing gear inside gates.
Thus, live direction boils down to one thing.
The cameraman's skill at framing the star.
Jeong Do-jin's viewers didn't know.
That he'd made his living on that alone.
"Finishing move incoming."
El Ayla pulled away from the boss.
Multi-angle cams spotted the weakness.
The buffed dancer charged like wind.
But sharp-eyed folks noticed then.
She looked weak, but still had fight left.
Queen Elizabeth could counter.
Boss only took damage from poison!
Going in like this risked a counter and wipe.
'Nah? All part of the plan.'
Jeong Do-jin smirked, prepping his final move.
Makes sense even an A-rank wouldn't know.
Ghost summons were rare.
Let alone a voodoo sorcerer—an epic class job never seen before.
Swish-!
El Ayla flipped in midair.
Her lithe form wrapped in eerie glow.
Necromancers' ultimate? Corpse Explosion.
Varies a bit per person, but usually.
So, voodoo sorcerer's ultimate?
Jeong Do-jin painted the answer in blood for all to see.
Wraith Charge
[Activates on ghost-type summons]
Overwhelming camera work and vision spotting gaps.
With master's support, the ghost dancer flew.
Stepping white webs, using her supple, voluptuous body's spring to soar higher.
Thud!
Her feet stopped at the dungeon ceiling.
Spot overlooking the gate's master.
Monsters' sky, walled off by rock and gate barriers.
Sharing vision, Jeong Do-jin glared.
El Ayla was a ghost. Easy share.
'Wraith Charge targets ghost-type summons.'
El Ayla: specter, ghost upper race.
Same as little ancestor spirits.
Perfect fit.
"Clear."
Jeong Do-jin's whisper, and the scimitar flashed.
Ceiling-kicking El Ayla plunged straight down.
Splurt-!!
Melted Queen Elizabeth's back cleaved vertically by guillotine blade.
Wraith Charge's power pierced weakness and more—El Ayla shredded flesh, slipping out under the soft belly.
Shwaaa-!!
El Ayla landed amid venom waterfall.
Softly glowing dancer drenched in splashing toxin.
Captured in slow-mo camera work.
Beautiful enough to silence watchers.
So no one heard the star touch down.
Boom-!!!!
But the boss's crash yanked viewers back to reality.
"What rises... must one day fall...."
Imprinting the dreamlike scene on viewers, El Ayla bowed gracefully and unsummoned.
Skill backlash and fall depleted her HP fully.
The star exited after her role.
Time for the theater owner to take the stage.
"Clear time: 14 minutes 47 seconds. Mission success."
Jeong Do-jin quipped playfully to the cam screen.
"But where's the support? Did my stream get banned?"
Lighthearted, as if this direction was nothing in his broadcasts.