Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: For Elise (6)
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“Damn it. First the trash mobs, now even the boss is flying around.”
I clicked my tongue while watching the flying boss monster.
Sizzle...!
Smoke rose from the Vampiric Princess's body.
She was taking damage because she had gone out into the sunlight.
But that thing was a boss monster-class vampire!
She wasn't weak enough to die in an instant.
Physical abilities weakened under the sunlight, sure!
But her Wisdom stat and magic weren't affected.
Boom boom boom-!
Flames rained down relentlessly on El Ayla.
“Ah shit, you're loaded and still going all out! Where's your princess conscience?!”
“Defeated my ass! I ain't dead yet!”
Damn bastards. Not one on my side?
For real, like dogs.
“El Ayla! Throw something!”
There were plenty of debris from the wreckage.
El Ayla picked up a rock and struck a pose.
Her leg folded up like a major leaguer's helmet form!
Her healthy brown thigh extended seductively.
Whoosh-!!
With her otherworldly leg beauty making the idiots in chat go kyaaah, El Ayla hurled the rock.
A buffed throw!
It wouldn't end with just a concussion if it hit.
“Ufufufu...! Ahahaha-!”
But the Vampiric Princess dodged it effortlessly.
That lovely laugh was kinda pissing me off.
The chat had turned into an apocalypse.
A doomsday of looks-obsessed zombies wearing round glasses and carrying mirrors everywhere, like dandies with two-block cuts.
One bite and even a bald guy would spend 300k a month on grooming.
Must be Friday night, 'cause the crazies multiplied.
Wasn't the 21st century supposed to be all about money?
I'm here, you damn viewers.
I'm human too!
“Call Ancestor Spirits!”
Boom boom boom-!
I clicked my tongue, blocking the flame magic with ghosts.
She's spraying so much fire it's hard to even approach.
Ghost missile strategy scrapped.
They explode before reaching, no room to dodge.
Too busy summoning ghosts to protect El Ayla.
As expected of a new gate. Strategies keep hitting walls.
No ideas? Make stepping stones with ghosts?
But ghosts and I have slow reflexes.
Good dynamic vision, but not sharp enough for reflexive moves like El Ayla. Can't time the platforms.
Good at angle switches, but support in combat? Tough.
I'm no support trainer.
Then, a familiar nickname donated.
“Speak! Probably bullshit, but let's hear it!”
I was speechless, viewers in stitches.
Couldn't be helped.
“Lord have mercy...! What brilliant advice!”
It was actually useful advice, blood and flesh of it.
Viewers collected question marks like bait.
Didn't matter why.
Ending the raid with viewer advice feels lame, but no better options. Gotta take it.
The Vampiric Princess spraying bat flames from the air.
“Go, Goose One!”
I aimed at the princess and issued the order.
“Jump with all your might!”
El Ayla obeyed without question.
Leap!
El Ayla boldly vaulted into the sky.
The Vampiric Princess couldn't dodge the jump.
Her stats were down from the sunlight.
Plus, El Ayla's Agility was higher to begin with.
Slash-!
But outside the tower top was open sky, no footing.
The dancer could only land one strike.
“Good job.”
But I was satisfied with that.
In this confinement tower, hunters' real enemy is gravity.
Everyone climbing must've thought so.
Nature takes no sides.
Ally to neither us nor the enemy.
Not even if it's this tower's master.
Whirr-.
The severed crimson bat wing fluttered in the sky.
El Ayla had sliced Bathory's wing.
“What's a vampire flying around in broad daylight for?”
In that frozen moment, gravity and time halted.
I grinned and thumbs-downed.
A certain Korean author said.
Even falling things have wings.
“Don't underestimate Mother Nature, fantasy.”
Wingless creatures are bound by gravity.
The Vampiric Princess plummeted with a dazed face.
Even a vampire transcending time couldn't escape nature's laws.
Nice ending. What else is poetic justice if not this?
Full of lessons, could make a folktale.
Bloody like old European fables.
...And.
Probably everyone noticed, but.
El Ayla was the type of ghost that couldn't fly.
Whoooosh-!
Boom!!
Boom!!
Beautiful people leave beauty even in their fall, they say.
Peerless beauties crash gracefully too.
“Namu Amida Butsu.”
Victory, but bitter aftertaste.
I turned the camera to the sky.
The blue sky shone brightly, as if honoring the dead.
“I'll remember you.”
Tears wouldn't stop.
This must be the parental love fathers talk about.
Overreacting much.
Won and still getting hate? Talk about unfair.
As I shook my head.
Questions via donations.
Valid doubts sparking curiosity.
I shrugged.
“Couldn't undead it. The bone fragment drop's too messed up, planning to use elsewhere.”
“Nah, if necromancers could undead anything they wanted as minions, why'd it be called a one-trick camera job? Knowing when to give up is wisdom too.”
So I put the bones up for auction.
Thought about crafting gear, but no money.
Priority was building cash reserves.
Loan repayment aside, bigger issue first.
I'm flat broke, no military funds at all.
Money from gate clears?
With loans, it's all debt broadly speaking.
If not paid quick, interest piles—ain't that debt?
No cash means hard to commission gear.
Trickle donations go to living expenses.
As I answered, more donations.
Eyes widening at the question.
Vampiric Princess Bathory as undead!
Possible? Or not.
If yes, original form?
Named monster, so likely named summon.
Stats? Skills?
Lifelike preservation?
Or grow over time?
Summon rank?
Unique minimum for boss?
Or epic even?
Level up as named, eventually beat El Ayla?
“Curious, huh? Me too, honestly.”
Backed by curiosity and questions, I replied.
“So... tune in next stream?”
“That's it for today's stream! Will Princess Bathory make her official debut? And if so, what form?”
That curious? Gotta cliffhanger then.
Switching screens, I filled it with my face and grinned.
“Looking forward to your support! Bye!”
Subs and likes seemed a tad low?
Not complaining, but...
You know what I mean?
“Heh.”