Seola Served Justice - 3

Absolutely, it wasn't something Seola intended, but thanks to her "Midsummer Night's Nightmare" weekly quest live stream, she succeeded in harvesting a ton of simps.

Since starting the broadcast, she'd exposed three completely different images to the public.

Image 1: Utterly disgusting griefer bitch. This was Seola's signature look. Her ruthless griefing, targeting newbies and veterans alike, made viewers' teeth grind, blood boil, and curses spill uncontrollably.

Image 2: Perverted slut. The community-famous "that moan" incident, plus the Berserker gallery tit verification fiasco. What kind of crazy bitch pants like a dog in front of a crowd? What kind of lunatic actually verifies her tits when asked? People trashed her: "What the hell kind of pervert is this?"

Image 3: Total loser shut-in. Add her shaky, self-esteem-shattered voice to the "Midsummer Night's Nightmare" stream, and she mass-produced simps left and right. At this point, shouldn't we call Seola a triple personality? If she planned all this public opinion, she's a once-in-a-generation genius. If not, she's gotta be batshit insane.

One of the representative Seola-haters, Lodewor Addict, was also feeling a bit confused tasting Image 3 live. What was real? Where did the concept end and reality begin? Even he was pretty shocked hearing her real voice. Given her usual image, you could pile on every filthy insult imaginable without it feeling off. But when she actually spoke? Peak loser voice. Honestly, it was cute. Even as a Seola-hater, it was cuteness he couldn't resist. What straight guy wouldn't melt at her quivering voice? Topped off with girly screams like the icing on the cake.

Fuck… why's she so goddamn cute?

Huff, huff, huff. Before he knew it, Lodewor Addict was breathing heavily.

Still, he hated Seola. Her cuteness didn't erase her past. So, he decided to grief.

You think you're the only one who can grief? Think a sexy voice makes it all good? I can grief too, you bitch!

With his long community experience, Lodewor Addict was a pro at griefing. He followed up with a 1,000-won donation punch, trashing Seola and stirring up viewers. Surprisingly, the inner demons in the audience awoke, and they started jumping on his grief train.

Seola reacted.

"P-please stop… hic."

Even that looked unbearably cute.

Ah, fuck… I shouldn't…

Without realizing it, Lodewor Addict was evolving into a Seola love stan, a Seola simp.

Fine, I admit it, Lodewor. You win. I concede defeat. This weekly quest is bullshit. How many times did I jump at those disgustingly frequent jump scares?

"Hic, hic…"

My throat's actually hoarse now—screams coming out as rusty scrapes.

I wanted to ask how much was left, but my voice wouldn't come out, so I typed through sobs.

"Hic…"

Die = full restart? That's inhuman.

The final boss of "Midsummer Night's Nightmare" has to be that melting-faced woman. Never cleared it, but from the old man's dialogue, strategy's simple: Dodge the boss, rip the painting, clear dungeon, done.

But can I stay sane facing her? Glimpses alone drive me nuts—straight-up 1v1? No confidence. Rather refight Kang Manbok; seems easier.

Parked in the mansion's safe zone, pondering boss strat...

"Kyaeeeeeeeeek!"

Safe zone, my ass.

…….

…

No safe zones in the mansion. Means no time to think—gotta blitz.

Straight ahead, only straight ahead. Problem: my shaking legs.

Status ailment - Terror. That woman's face never gets less familiar, no matter how many times.

Crawling forward planless...

A viewer—likely a legit Berserker—dropped big bucks with careful advice.

Ber…serk? Oh yeah! Why didn't I think of that? Terror froze my brain.

Beat a scrub with scrub tactics. Pissy emotions like fear? Nothing against max pleasure and dizziness.

Berserker gallery revival stalled; viewers clueless on Berserk. Berserk status crushes all others with raw power. Donation's spot-on. No real Berserker thinks that otherwise.

I'm convinced. This hits.

Stab, stab, stab! Drained blood with Self-Harm skill.

Sudden pleasure rush whites out my brain. Fear and petty shit melt away, replaced by vertigo bliss.

"Phee."

My voice? No longer scared girl's.

That Berserker viewer's "Berserk = ez clear" was facts. Post-Berserk, Seola strode the Perban Mansion like her backyard, fearless.

Solo dungeon Perban Mansion's brutal, but only under Terror. Berserker's insane status buries Terror; difficulty irrelevant now.

"Hek, hek, hek."

Jump scares? Whatever. She panted lewdly, pushed forward.

Met boss.

Dodged casually.

Ripped painting. Success.

Ez clear = bad optics, naturally.

But.

Seola using Berserk.

The mystery Berserker advising it.

Viewers watching.

All quietly hoped but didn't expect the event.

"Hngh, hee… heng…"

It triggered again for her.