Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Absolute Defense Line (2)
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There are two main ways to pique people's interest.
First: Do what others shy away from or can't do.
Second: Present obvious truths as groundbreaking revelations.
Marketing, content creation, and all sorts of other fields.
It's a golden tip that works everywhere.
'All the savvy creators know this one.'
But knowledge and putting it into practice are worlds apart.
The first is reliable but hard to execute.
The second is easy but risks turning you into a con artist.
High difficulty or half-lies.
Objectively, the first is the ideal choice.
Because the fallout from success is far less severe.
So, is the ultimate ideal the first one: 'Do what others shy away from or can't do'?
No, not at all.
'For content promo, just use both and call it a day.'
Prime Minister Hwang Hee said it best: You're right, and so are they.
If each technique has pros and cons, just use both! Problem solved! Is this how Napoleon felt when he stood the egg on its end?
Wisdom rivaling Napoleon! I might just be on track to enter the 21st-century hall of greats as a hunter.
Imagine my name in the elementary school library's book of heroes. The nation's rising stars would absorb wholesome morals and ethics. Mmm.
For the record, that nonsense I just spouted is a prime example of the second principle at 120%.
It's just a long-winded way of saying, "If you're torn between jjajangmyeon and jjamppong, get jjampbbong."
'But people don't nitpick like that.'
Who watches entertainment racking their brains?
When consuming broadcast media, people don't deeply analyze truth or validity.
'Movies and shows have a flow to them.'
Broadcasts seep into your ears even if you're zoning out.
No need to squeeze your brain.
'That's why aunties fall for health shows saying to add Altaran to doenjang jjigae.'
Honestly, even I watch NewTube with my brain off.
Average viewers must be the same.
'This method is unbeatable for grabbing attention.'
Provided you can handle the consequences.
If you talk big but can't deliver, you're screwed.
So, that must've been the reason.
The declaration of clearing Absolute Defense Line in 30 minutes had viewers freaking out and grilling him.
Same questions popping up as viewers flooded in.
I shrugged to clear up the misunderstanding in advance.
"Of course it makes sense. They were E-rank when they challenged it, right?"
Viewers chattering among themselves.
Meaning they weren't focused on the stream.
'It'll calm down in a few hours, but not yet.'
Even my explanations hadn't fully sunk in amid the shock.
Not a bad reaction for me.
It meant my goal was that shocking.
The only way to resolve that shock? Watch my stream!
So my job was obvious.
'Turn their "crazy" from disdain to admiration.'
"Crazy" laced with contempt won't cut it.
Pure aggro streams head straight to ruin.
Just make them clap like seals shouting "Isn't this real madness?"
Easy peasy.
And luckily,
I had the skills to pull it off.
A familiar nickname popped up in the donation window.
Actually, it was impossible to miss with Unity's Hunter Premium badges plastered all over.
Perfect timing. Great for a mood shift.
I bit the bait right away.
"Oh! Baekgwi Dojang, back again! Thanks a ton."
I didn't think, "Why the casual tone since last time?"
No, really, I didn't bother with pretenses.
'He's a B-rank hunter on the cusp of A-rank.'
Worth respecting, rank aside.
Hunters are a profession the public reveres.
'Guys who treat industry seniors like trash crash 100%.'
Plus, image matters big time for streamers.
Insane subs and views, well-connected too. No harm in getting friendly.
"Great to see you again. Shame the others from last time aren't here."
"And you, Baekgwi Dojang?"
The chat spiraling into chaos for other reasons.
I smirked at the uncontrollable maniacs.
A streamer with no connection barging into a broadcast.
One of the things broadcasters hate to death.
'Put yourself in their shoes, yeah, it'd suck.'
Chat goes out of control.
High-presence streamers steal fans.
Derails the prepared flow.
'Look at now. Chat's filling with Baekgwi fans who don't care about me, as much as those expecting my stream.'
One boat, two captains.
Flow breaks, invader's fans only talk to them, chat turns to shit—not ideal.
'But hunter streamers are the exception.'
Hunter streamers welcome other broadcasters' intrusions.
Connections are everything in the job.
Shun other streamers, you won't last.
Gates aren't soloable usually.
And above all.
"Piiiieek-!!"
If a few chats distract you that much, you lack the pull to survive this red ocean as a shark.
Bats clinging to the corridor ceiling, squeaking.
F-rank monsters that attack to recover HP.
"Listen to these bastards squeak. 'Came in, so shut up and come at us already,' they say."
"I'm not a druid, I'm a summoner. And that's what you should watch for today."
I sent a zombie from outside the rear camera angle.
"Behold, my summon today's trap disarmer! Zombie B! Clap clap clap clap!"
Trap disarming in dungeons is usually assassins' job.
No thief class, so agile assassins with keen senses handle it with skills often.
Of course, rare sight.
'Just skip gates with traps.'
Trap disarming on stream? Boring as hell.
No pay, high diff, no one goes.
Same? I frowned.
"Looks the same? Yep, spot on."
"Perfect. I can have you fill the audio while I clear the gate."
The same chats calmed my mind quick.
Familiar like a high school reunion.
Swears almost slipped out. You bastards.
"Told you one up front pushes. How? See for yourselves now."
"That line had swagger. Admit it?"
My confidence transmitted through the screen?
Viewers glued, hearts pounding.
Thud, thud...
Zombie approached the trap cautiously.
"First trap, disarm in 20 seconds."
Blood bats on ceiling leaned in.
Waiting for trapped prey to die.
The moment zombie's rotten hand touched the trap.
Kwajik!!
Zombie triggered it and exploded.
"Krrrk."
Zombie's head snapped back with a death rattle.
Iron bars shot from ceiling and walls!
Preserved in that cold murder trap.
I know fuck. I nodded solemnly.
"Kabai."
This wasn't staged. Genuine surprise.
Thought it'd disarm at least one!
"No tsk, not like this. Really meant to disarm the first one? No wonder pros get called."
"Look at them ignoring me even when I talk."
So embarrassing, damn.
"Piiiieeeeeek!!"
As I protested, Blood Bats swarmed the trapped zombie.
That's why solo, assholes. I clicked my tongue.
"Fucking pests. Devouring heartily."
Viewers gearing up to troll at the perfect moment.
I leisurely crossed my legs.
"Disarming traps one by one is third-rate."
Grabbed the wand under the PC desk.
Sneakily, out of viewers' sight.
Wand with +150 magic attack.
Start of epic fireworks.
"This is how humanity removes obstacles."
I snapped my fingers dramatically.
"Corpse Explosion."
Corpse Explosion
Detonates a corpse for massive area damage
"Piek?"
Dead zombie twitched at my command.
Blood Bats froze, confused.
Fatal mistake from low IQ.
They should've bolted.
Kwaaang!!!
Short, thick explosion!
Corridor rumbled from zombie's fiery finale.
Plink plink...
Mind-blown viewers soon saw.
Shattered trap and mobs from Corpse Explosion.
I waited for smoke to settle.
Struck a magician pose.
"Ta-da."
Mm, great reactions.
Classics deserve applause.
'Nothing breaks down mental walls like an explosion.'
I struck an arrogant pose in my chair.
Racism? Culture clash?
Bombs solve it.
Not working? Not enough explosives.
Cannibals eating human tartare open up after a few grenades. Pax.
"Absolute Defense Line gate. Blow every trap to hell."
December 29th, a belated Christmas party.
Everyone's smiles so heartwarming.