Chapter 157
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 157
Chapter Title: Kim So-jeong
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"Flame Ring incoming. I'll call the moves based on skill cooldowns. Stay sharp."
Minguk's eyes gleamed as he watched the monster roiling with mana. His teammates' skill effects and cooldowns began racing through his mind in calculations.
Those with high Raid Quotients—RQ ratings—could handle patterns like this with ease.
But if Premier League players viewed England's third- or fourth-division squads as comparable to themselves, would they think the same? Unfortunately, this world's raid standards fell woefully short of Minguk's benchmarks.
Of course, extensive high-level raid experience might change that someday. For now, though, he couldn't hold out much hope. At critical moments like this, he had to micromanage every detail himself, from start to finish.
Uh, huh? What'd he say?
Skill calls? Like telling us when to pop class skills?
Sounds more like sticking to the planned plays.
Minguk's words sent the chat into chaos once more. The heroes tuning into the broadcast looked stunned enough to swallow their own spit.
And rightly so—that level of precise leading was something only White House or Tensense Clan raid leaders could pull off in S-difficulty dungeons.
Han Minguk's leading skills were already legendary, proven across countless videos. But those clips were all edited highlights. This was raw footage, unfiltered and live.
"First wave. Tanya, pop Freezing Shield and go defensive with Party 1. Giselle, AoE shield on Party 2. Kendall, stick with Party 1."
The nine heroes sprang into motion at Minguk's command.
Sub-tank Tanya slammed her massive shield into the ground, assuming a defensive stance as four women clustered tightly behind her.
On the other flank, mana surged wildly before flashing bright. Hyun-ah blocked the front with her shield, while Minguk and three others lined up single-file to minimize their exposure.
Then Quenm let out a shriek and unleashed its arms in triumph. A scorching ring of flames engulfed the battlefield.
"Seven seconds to second wave, prep... Hyun-ah up front, Giselle single-target shield, Kendall heal-up ready."
This time, every hero ducked behind Hyun-ah, moving in perfect sync like a dance troupe. A shield promptly enveloped her body, and the flame ring swept through once more.
Spectators watching the broadcast stared wide-eyed at Team GGW's flawless maneuvers.
"Third wave. AoE cooldown... not up yet. Saving it for fourth. Hyun-ah and Tanya, swap positions. I'll keep you alive."
The team stayed hunkered down as Tanya slammed her shield into defensive stance. The moment the flames crashed over them, the concentrated healer's explosive output washed across the heroes' bodies.
Ah, aaah?!
Sub-tank Tanya's health bar thrashed violently. Even a rank-5 tank struggled against that ferocious blaze.
But the instant Minguk finished his cast, Tanya's HP skyrocketed back up.
Minguk's relentless healing, combined with the concentrated healer's skill that doubled recovery on its target—infamously dubbed "heal bloat"—rendered Quenm's flames utterly harmless.
It was a one-shot counter, though. The heal bloat had a cooldown and couldn't be chained. But in this scenario, one use was all they needed.
"Giselle, AoE shield cooldown up? Hyun-ah, tank swap—I'll drop the AoE."
Giselle nodded briskly at Minguk's order, channeling her mana while stealing a glance his way.
'Does he have a digital clock in his head or what?'
It wasn't the first time she'd wondered. Calculating every teammate's cooldowns mid-lead was mesmerizing every time—especially in unscripted combat where one slip meant death.
The trial spectators felt the same awe.
Team GGW was neutralizing Quenm's Flame Ring with ridiculous ease. And the one issuing those pinpoint leads? Minguk. A guy.
That's when the drone cam zoomed in on Minguk's handsome face, dead serious amid the inferno as he locked eyes on the monster.
Oh man, my whole body's getting purified.
This is legit legend...
Rose Shield Clan, turn this into high-res pics and sell 'em now!
Truth be told, the viewers flooding the stream were primed to hype Minguk even if he pulled some troll stunt mid-trial.
He was a rare male hero—the kind women had to protect. And a fragile guy excelling in combat? Unthinkable.
Yet here he was, surpassing all expectations. More impressive than any edited clip. Right there on the live feed, with thousands watching, he puppeteered nine raid heroes like they were his own, dominating the monster.
"Uwaa! It's down!"
"Cleared the dungeon incident-free again today!"
After the grueling trial, the Flamefire Orc collapsed. Hyun-ah and Yuna threw their arms around each other in celebration.
Tanks and ranged dealers weren't supposed to be that close post-raid—it was pure broadcast flair.
A few pros snickered in chat, but oblivious civilians showered Hyun-ah and Yuna with cheers, thanks, and fat donations.
Hyun-ah's gaze flicked to Minguk. The stream was a smash hit. All thanks to him.
'Male heroes really are the best.'
Minguk wasn't the only eye-catcher, though.
Surprisingly, viewers ate up the melee dealers Shiranui Mai and Kim So-jeong's plays. Probably because close-range dealers fought toe-to-toe with the beasts.
Of course, Minguk stole the show...
The spur-of-the-moment content landed well too. Especially the Minguk Q&A—chat and donations exploded.
The next biggest spike? When dungeon mobs charged with their junk flopping wildly.
Yellow-grade crystals dropped aplenty during the clear. At this pace, the whole team would hit 5-star heroes in a fortnight, diving into full 【A-9】 assaults.
And the gains didn't stop there.
Lady Luck—or the Goddess of Fate—smiled on their debut live stream. Four gear items dropped, including the Flame Greatsword—one key reason for hitting this dungeon.
Team GGW's broadcast ended in massive triumph. Peak viewers: 180,000.
Not earth-shattering overall, but for a vanilla 【B-1】 dungeon on their unannounced debut? Huge. No promo whatsoever.
The stream sparked massive buzz.
Articles on their Vietnam outbreak hinted at it, but this multinational newbie raid's prowess exceeded expectations.
Still, the spotlight burned brightest on raid leader Minguk. Amid the frenzy, he nailed situational awareness, issued godlike leads, and cranked 120% as healer.
Even a woman would've earned rave reviews. A man? Worship was inevitable.
Heroes and civilians alike sang his praises without restraint.
"Back from Vietnam and not one damn call?"
A woman pouted at the rebroadcast on the net.
That whispered love serenade in Vietnam still rang fresh in her ears, yet this jerk ghosted her after Korea. Reaching out first? Not her style.
Even if he was a male hero, she was Kang Chae-young—Korea's top ranker.
"......"
Her eyes bored into her phone. As if a message would magically appear now...
Bzzzzt!
The sudden vibration shot her hand out like lightning.
"Argh! Why the hell is this spam blowing up my phone?!"
She hurled it onto the bed faster than she'd snatched it up. Junk text.
The darkness monsters threatening humanity.
Decades of war had pushed mankind to the brink of extinction. Over 95% of the world's men lay dead.
But the monsters weren't unscathed. Mana-awakened heroes had slain countless hordes.
Yet these hastily forged heroes couldn't touch the monsters' vanguard: the 12 Disasters. Their overwhelming might herded humanity toward doom. Until the glitch hit.
"What? Thought you lost your power, but damn, you've set up nice."
A blue-haired fat man scanned the area, whistling.
The spot? The pinnacle of the colossal tower humans dubbed Bird's Tower. A red-haired woman lounged on a throne there.
"Wasn't just lounging. Sit already?"
She beckoned; a feathered chair materialized before him. He plopped down with a sleazy grin.
"So why'd the Bird King herself summon me, Garuda?"
Garuda eyed him before dropping the bomb.
"Woman?"
Out of left field.
But the man just flashed a toothy leer.
"Obviously a married one?"
"No clue. But she reeks of guy experience."
"Then let's sample her."
Garuda snapped her fingers. A scream echoed as a woman materialized before him.
A Vietnamese hero in her early thirties named Lin Jin. She'd been scouting Bird's Tower when Garuda's minions nabbed her.
"Eh..."
Still dazed from the monsters' toying, she hadn't grasped her plight.
"Time to inspect."
The fat man seized her leg in one meaty hand.
"Hnnnggg?!"
He hoisted her upside down like fresh catch, then slurped at her pussy with wet, savage laps.
"Haht!"
Reality crashed in; Lin Jin writhed in futile rebellion. His grip was iron.
Satisfied, he spun her toy-like body and slammed her down onto his cock.
"Aghk?!"
Her folds stretched wide as his girth speared deep inside. Then he jackhammered her with reckless speed.
Thwack! Thwack!
Each brutal plunge drew agonized moans from Lin Jin as his rod ravaged her depths.
'N-no...!'
But every throbbing pulse of that monstrous heat drowned her mind in ecstasy.
"Hiiing! Love it! Definitely no virgin—experienced wife vibes!"
Garuda tittered at Baikon ravaging the woman with roars.
True to his symbol of impurity, he craved married women with mileage, corrupting them into his sluts.
Case in point: the human hero now rode Baikon's dick with glazed eyes, hips grinding desperately. Fallen.
Garuda watched impassively. No contest between human trash and one of the 12 Disasters.