Chapter 108
Chapter 108
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 108
Chapter Title: The City's King Flexes
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[“Ah! No way!!”]
[“Incredible.”]
The hunters who appeared from the rear were marked red—our allies.
As the camera zoomed in, capturing the faces of the reinforcements in full, the casters leaped to their feet once more in shock.
[“What is happening?! God Kaisha has sent Spaceking their right-hand man! Their precious right arm!”]
[“Wow, Kaisha really is a god. How did she even know to send them?”]
[“King move after king move after king move—our great light, Kaisha, ascends to god status yet again.”]
[“God king move, for real.”]
Clap clap clap.
The support Kaisha had dispatched was none other than Hyunwoo and Mura.
The casters sat back down and continued.
[“Hyunwoo and Mura. The dream lineup for any guild master. Especially ours—he’s been so jealous of that duo.”]
[“Exactly.”]
Ten Fullminak guild members, led by the pair, moved into Spaceking’s nearby territory.
[“Did they pick only Gentle Knights?”]
[“Doesn’t look like it. Seems like a mix from Fullminak’s 1st, 2nd, and 3rd squads.”]
[“Ten Fullminak guild members are now supporting Spaceking.”]
[“But they look kinda excited?”]
[“Guess they were bored.”]
The casters burst into laughter at the sight of the Fullminak members charging forward with genuine grins plastered on their faces.
Upon arriving at the battlefield, the Fullminak guild members summoned their bound heroes.
In an instant, their numbers swelled by about seventy, forming up behind Spaceking and slipping into support positions.
[“Seeing those numbers go up is like that lump in your throat finally sliding down.”]
[“We’re still outnumbered overall, but the moment Fullminak’s rear support arrives, Spaceking starts turning the tide.”]
[“Ahh, Kaisha! I love you, Kaisha!”]
[“Loyalty! Loyalty!”]
[“Kamen!”]
The casters threw up salutes, each shouting their own cheer.
* * *
With Hyunwoo-nim and Mura-nim sent as support, they probably won’t ask for Hellcannon, right?
Even just looking at the map, the headcount gap between Spaceking and the enemy forces—including their bound heroes—was massive.
Spaceking couldn’t call in bound heroes, which had me worried.
Dart might demand Hellcannon.
Of course, a few scoops of genuine concern for Spaceking were mixed in there too.
To deal with my whining guild members who were complaining about being exhausted, I’d sent support to Spaceking first, then messaged Gilgamesh.
“You holding up okay?”
[“Yeah, what’s up with the check-in?”]
Gilgamesh replied right away.
From the map, Goldbunker looked short-staffed, facing off against two nations at once.
“We’ve got some spare manpower. Want me to send a detachment?”
[“Hell yeah! Two nations at once here, so I’ll take all the help I can get. Send Hyunwoo and Mura as a set.”]
Hyunwoo-nim and Mura-nim are famous, after all.
Gilgamesh was quick to salivate over my guild’s super-famous mythic-tier duo.
“That set’s already gone.”
[“What?! To Spaceking?!!”]
“They said the enemy numbers were overwhelming. Unlike your three-way brawl, it’s one-on-one, and two guilds from one nation teamed up—huge forces.”
[“Damn. Was hoping to try the Gent duo this time.”]
Gilgamesh grumbled regretfully before jumping right back in.
[“Fine, then Kali, Enkar, Mino, Taurin.”]
“…….”
This guy’s trying to yank out my guild’s pillars wholesale.
The names he called were exactly the top-20 rankers in my guild, Abys excluded.
I thought for a second—eh, should be fine—and accepted.
“Sure.”
[“What? For real? What about you?”]
“Got Abys, and I need to call my bound heroes. Plus, somehow I’ve built up a real army under me.”
[“Conquered the civilians, huh?”]
My lips curled up at Gilgamesh’s question.
“Yeah.”
[“Knew you’d pull it off, you rascal.”]
“Went even better than expected.”
[“Hey, got a question for you.”]
“What?”
[“You keep getting coins too? Been too busy fighting to check, but who the hell’s sending these? Makes me think maybe viewers from outside Babel Tower—or, y’know, people—are watching us.”]
“Ah…….”
Come to think of it, I’d shoved that notification away too because it kept popping up.
“Yeah, coins keep rolling in for me. Same thought crossed my mind, but no real details.”
[“Hm. Got it.”]
“Anyway, there’s a bunch of territory hubs near you. Pick a spot and let me know where to send them.”
[“Roger.”]
* * *
The City’s King.
One of Gilgamesh’s nicknames.
It had vanished for a while after Goldbunker got wrecked by Spaceking one too many times.
But the moment he heard Fullminak reinforcements were coming, Gilgamesh dove into the shop to pick out items for them.
In the ruined city, the three-way clash between Han, China, and Japan was in full swing.
Among Korea’s three guilds, Goldbunker was burning through cash the fastest.
Urban warfare meant guns, grenades, barricades, and all sorts of structures—if you bought smart and used them right, it gave a huge edge.
[Nickname ‘Golden God’ has sponsored 300 coins.]
[Nickname ‘Blond Red-Eyes is Truth’ has sponsored 200 coins.]
[Nickname ‘Spend That Cash Hard’ has sponsored 600 coins.]
[Nickname ‘Kaisha Fan Club President’ has sponsored 1000 coins.]
[Nickname ‘Love You Messiya’ has sponsored 400 coins.]
[Nickname ‘Civilization Minister’ has sponsored 300 coins.]
…
He was spending coins left and right, but they never dwindled.
No camera in sight, but plenty of viewers were presumably tuning in live.
“Coins refilling like infinite ammo.”
Gilgamesh had asked around the guild—everyone got a bit of coin sponsorship, but this near-endless refill seemed unique to him.
Kaisha fan nicknames popped up here and there among the donors.
Obvious guess, but if they were stuffing coins to Gilgamesh just because he was on Kaisha’s side, her actual fanbase had to be massive.
Sponsorships usually came from fandom or aligned interests, so Kaisha’s donors were probably the biggest pool by far.
“Hm.”
Gilgamesh stared at the sponsorship relay window that auto-popped with the coin market.
The shop hinted at saving coins, not blowing them—but Gilgamesh saved when he needed to and splurged when it counted.
Right now? Definitely splurge time.
Plus, scanning the nicknames, these folks wanted flashy fights and big spending.
Catering to his audience, Gilgamesh pondered briefly, then waved at the sky with a wink like fan service.
“Hey, sponsors.”
His golden hair and ruby eyes gleamed, oozing handsomeness.
“If you’re watching, leave these coins to me—I’ll spend ’em real good. Hit me with more.”
Wink.
Instant effect.
The sponsorship window scrolled up fast.
[Nickname ‘Kyaaaaah’ has sponsored 300 coins.]
[Nickname ‘Our Messi’s So Cool’ has sponsored 300 coins.]
[Nickname ‘First Time Seeing a Guy Like This’ has sponsored 200 coins.]
[Nickname ‘Handsome Kwon Messi’ has sponsored 500 coins.]
[Nickname ‘Bluffing Appreciation Society’ has sponsored 300 coins.]
[Nickname ‘Love Me Some Spending Sprees’ has sponsored 800 coins.]
…
No direct chat, apparently—the mystery sponsors expressed themselves through nicknames.
Seemed like they could swap nicknames freely per donation.
“Heh. Too easy?”
Gilgamesh struck a smug pose with his handsome face, and the hyped-up mystery fans waved glowsticks wildly.
(Their mood showed through nicknames, FYI.)
Gilgamesh’s mood lifted.
“Of course I keep promises. Trust ‘Cre—no, Gilgamesh, Gilgamesh screams trust. Goldbunker’s vice guild master ain’t named Credit for nothing.”
A hunter acknowledging them and throwing fan service? The thrilled sponsors swarmed like clouds.
“Time to deliver.”
Figured it was some generic streaming sponsorship gimmick—without a second thought, Gilgamesh raided the constellations’ wallets and strode into the coin market like he owned it.
His fingertip on the market window radiated arrogance and bluff.
“Everyone watching? This is…….”
Gilgamesh tapped bulk buy and set the range.
From here to here.
Lump sum.
“Flex.”
Snap.
Confirming the purchase unleashed a golden blaze from his status window.
A mystery haul of items flooded Goldbunker’s shared inventory.
Amped by Gilgamesh’s bold flex, the sponsors dumped more coins for encores—but post-flex, he scanned his buys.
“Let’s see.”
Buying first, thinking later: the downside—or charm—of a flex.
He’d staged a random grab for the stream, but Gilgamesh hadn’t picked blindly.
Quick glance: wartime weapons in range.
Voice chat pinged instantly.
[“What the hell’s all this? Why’d you buy a mountain of items?”]
Goldbunker’s vice guild master, the rational Credit—stunned by the sudden influx.
Reason existed to clean up after emotion and inspiration.
At Credit’s sensible prodding, Gilgamesh brainstormed legit uses on the spot.
“First off, weapons are stockpiled for the Fullminak support crew.”
[“And these scrap heaps?”]
“For building military bases.”
He’d bullshitted, but those lumps were legit prefab parts for bases.
Gilgamesh kept going.
“Bought these for trench warfare, those for snipers.”
Ditch-makers for quick cover in close quarters.
Ruin-camouflage buildings to hide sniper fire origins.
Weak emergency shields for buying seconds post-explosion.
Nailed the range. Good stuff aplenty.
Urban war meant random junk had uses.
Sounded solid now—Gilgamesh grinned.
“You think I’d buy without thinking?”
[“Hm…….”]
Doubt lingered in Credit’s voice, but the items were surprisingly useful, so he dropped it.