Chapter 20
Chapter 20
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Absolute Defense Line (5)
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Lightning of the curse struck down on El Ayla.
El Ayla couldn't dodge it in time and took a direct hit.
The curse that fell like lightning was just that fast.
The pattern of the 'Defense-Mad Crazy Skeleton': Curse of Weakness!
The curse magic signaling the start of phase 2 in the boss fight.
It was an unblockable pattern that no one could even dream of evading.
'It snipes the one with the highest stats in the raid.'
The curse target's stats in one category drop massively.
Even at the same level range, it's about a 50% reduction!
If the level is lower, it drops even more.
'Her stats... down by about 70%.'
Even after leveling up, El Ayla was still only level 3.
Her level was too low to resist the curse's lightning.
"Agility. Seems like it's down about 70%."
The viewers immediately grasped the situation.
It was that obvious—even a layperson could see the tide had turned.
Kill it before it hits, or swap out the DPS after.
That was the standard strategy for this boss fight.
Just then, a donation from Hunter Baegwi Dojang popped up.
I rubbed my mouth and shook my head.
"It was too poisoned anyway. Couldn't have sold it."
How much of a mess was Queen Elizabeth's corpse?
No way it could've sold—pure disposal cost.
'That's why I burst it. No regrets.'
Honestly, if it meant money, I wouldn't have blown it up.
The biggest downside of Corpse Explosion is that insane cost.
'Got rid of a money pit, so no more bleeding cash.'
Freezer rental, incineration fees, and all the etceteras.
A bottomless poison jar that just drained funds with no use.
That queen spider corpse was the perfect example.
So I hauled it here on purpose and detonated it.
Recycled it as a bomb—no waste.
But only because it was trash.
This time? No such issue. Gonna sell that invincible right.
I'm broke as hell from bombed stock investments. Fuck.
'Please, let me make some cash after this clear.'
Skull's prime weapon material.
Disposal would net a nice chunk.
Already wrecked it? Don't count your chickens!
Surprise—you're wrong.
'Boss HP's at about half. Right on calculation.'
I hadn't given up on clearing the gate yet.
Everything so far was still in my hands.
But.
"Huh?"
What the hell.
More people consoling me than I expected?
The viewers' warm consolation seeped into my conscience.
Typo? Nope, conscience—not heart.
Feels like my rag conscience's been bleached in bleach.
Ugh... my conscience hurts...
"Whoa, why are you all suddenly so nice?"
Viewers switching gears now that I seem fine!
Yeah, that's my pack of bastards. Welcome back, fuckers.
That's when I smirked.
Maybe they hated the wholesome vibe in chat.
Hate comments started trickling in.
'There we go. That's the reaction we need.'
No wholesome consolations. Stings my conscience.
But way more than expected.
Too many to filter one by one, you shits.
"Yes, you're right, everyone. I'm a retard."
But I humbly accepted their criticism.
No streamer communicates like me, kids.
Hunter gate raid streams usually have clean chats.
Though it's changed a lot lately, hunters are meant to protect people from gates.
So sensible viewers draw the line.
Few dare insult a hero's dedication.
"Sorry, but looks like we can't clear like this. Main DPS debuffed, stats tanked, and this skull bastard boss has a filthy huge health pool."
Of course, occasionally some cross the line hard, like insulting fallen firefighters.
But that's inevitable.
Assholes exist everywhere.
Normies raging doesn't fix it.
Besides, over-the-top commenters get socially shunned anyway.
Compared to regular streamers, hunter gate raid chats are pristine as spring water.
My stream's different from typical raid broadcasts.
No scary sponsors or guilds suing.
Early days draw every type of trash.
Game-like vibe lowers hate barriers.
Draws the worst kinds easily.
"So, time for a quick sub-in."
Thus, I baited this flow on purpose.
To draw out the bedbugs infesting my house.
Streaming's always like that.
Tolerate the leeches and lice laughing as they suck you dry.
Can't burn the house for bedbugs.
Better sick and poor than jobless.
'But what if there's nothing to lose from arson?'
No skeleton on the building yet.
Nothing lost from a clean burn.
'What if I smoke those damn bedbugs into crispy jerky? No issue, right?'
I had that thought and acted on it.
"El Ayla, unsummon."
Camera angle: perfect.
Boss position: ideal.
Setup done.
Now for the master assistant's demo.
Future hack journalists, eyes wide open.
'To incite the masses, first steal their gaze.'
True incitement can't be done with petty hate comments.
Words lose to pics, pics to video.
'Tip one to grab eyes: Do what others can't.'
You all know, right?
Spiders eat bugs.
I woke the queen slumbering in the spirit grave.
"Call Giant Queen Spider."
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Mana swirled in the spot El Ayla left.
"-!!!!"
The queen spider descended into the crumbling boss room.
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Her massive eight legs slammed the ground like a tank.
Arrogant tyrant, in her full living glory.
Menacing chittering jaws. Four pairs of gleaming eyes.
Overwhelming presence stealing every viewer's gaze.
But today, she's not my enemy.
She's the queen to devour the rioting bedbugs—and the star of this stream.
"Let's review last lesson's material."
I whispered in a low, drawn-out voice.
"The flower of boss fights is the one-on-one duel."
Boss mob vs. boss mob duel.
Not bad. Could make it regular content.
"Cleared the annoying traps with explosion, shrugged off the debuff..."
I slowly counted on my fingers, then flashed a smile at the cam.
"...Now, shall we finally start the boss fight?"
The stream mic caught my silky voice perfectly.
With the chat's thatched house bedbugs wiped out, that casual declaration hit viewers' ears clean.
And as if cheering me on.
A short donation lit the frozen chat.
The opening shot signaling the boss finale.