Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Oh Right, I Have to Go to School
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“Ah. You startled me.”
As soon as I reached the third floor of the tower, an undead monster charged right at me.
Crack!
I casually smashed my fist into its skull.
True to the undead on the third floor, its soft cranium shattered easily.
The viewers are gonna freak out.
What the hell is this?
Undead.
A quick glance at the stream showed viewers steadily piling in.
Some coming from the community forums.
Others spotting this new stream and wondering why it was blowing up.
Good question.
Why first-person?
Obviously.
Streams usually run in third-person view.
It's easier to take in at a glance,
and a comfortable angle for just watching the play.
But then it'd be hard to really grasp how I fight.
There's inevitably a gap in perspective between someone playing in the arena and someone watching from afar.
To minimize that, I boldly shared first-person view.
Do it like this.
The third-floor undead stick closely to historical accuracy.
Undead are typically born from lingering resentment.
What that means is,
undead are dead bodies revived purely by will.
Right.
Undead are inherently that kind of monster.
Since it's not a new life form, they retain their old bodies.
If some flesh is still clinging on, it's a ghoul.
If it's rotted away to just bones, it's classified as an undead monster.
Either way, they're dead, but we distinguish them because
ghouls and undead have structural differences.
Unlike ghouls where muscles and nerves still somewhat function, undead are purely skeletal remains.
Resentment substitutes for invisible muscles and optic nerves.
This means undead with weak resentment are generally frail weaklings.
And even if the resentment is strong, inside it's still fragile bones that shatter with a light hit—no muscles or thick fat layers.
Krunch!
The staff stabbed into the top of the undead's skull like it was nothing.
League of Worlds, alright.
The implementation is top-notch.
Even down to these fine details.
If we'd had something like this back in my hero days, teaching the kids wouldn't have been such a nightmare.
From here on, it's just repetitive work.
Undead comes → smash head.
If it gets too close, back off a bit then swing the staff again.
I hadn't verified advice for undead before, but swinging a mage staff like Yura does? This thing has solid durability.
Explains why she swung hers when her mana ran out.
The staff made from World Tree wood is tougher than most metals.
I questioned that guy's character for using a branch the elves held dearer than life as a mere club, but...
You gonna say that? You who called my holy sword nothing but a gaudy torch?
Anyway.
Like he said, the staff makes a surprisingly good bludgeon.
This grip comfort.
The slight bulge at the end for that blunt feel.
Sweet.
The more I swing it, the better it gets.
After swinging mercilessly for a while,
it was suddenly over.
I took it easy this time, so no record broken.
But they've seen enough now, right?
Thinking back, I skimped on details while hunting undead.
Time for supplementary explanation.
I gathered all the undead I'd beaten in one spot.
A bone pile.
The third floor has a hidden stage.
Pile all undead in one place and offer them on the altar,
An army returned from death was born.
If previous undead were ants, these are at least beetles.
And that knight at the front.
Clad in sturdy black armor at a glance,
with lifeless blue eyes— that's stag beetle tier.
One and only, Death Knight.
Clang.
The knight raises his sword like preparing for battle.
The Death Knight lowers its body slowly.
Charge stance.
Strictly speaking, this Death Knight is nerfed for game balance.
Lacks the signature intimidation and intelligence.
A Death Knight without those is empty corn without kernels, curry without curry powder.
Thud—!
The Death Knight stomps.
Using explosive acceleration from its massive frame, it charges forward in an instant.
With knees low, from the front it looks like the Death Knight vanished suddenly.
But it wasn't reality.
Just slipped into a blind spot.
The Death Knight was still right in front of me.
Boom!
The heavy longsword whistled past my nose.
The Death Knight straightens its bent knee, closing distance.
Game-made or not, it's stepping properly.
If Yura could step like this, I wouldn't have given so much advice.
Spin.
Shift weight to right foot, force the upward sword back down.
Death Knight attempts a diagonal slash, but its guard is wide open.
I easily thrust the staff into the gaping opening.
Then.
Krunch!
The Death Knight's ribs shattered outright. Like concrete without rebar.
No.
Infuse my mana as an impurity into the undead resentment to crack it.
A tiny gap opens,
hit it with a bludgeon, and unless the bones are hollow or reinforced, even strong undead shatter finely.
So.
They get it now, right?
Mission accomplished, I hit the end broadcast button without hesitation.
Advice over, I ghosted 156 viewers.
“I've shown them enough; they can figure it out.”
I even demoed it in first-person. No way they can't do it.
That mage guy did it back in the day.
You bastard... (Muffled!)
Feeling a bit lighter now.
Checked my schedule for the day.
No must-watch streams.
Nothing to do.
At best, level up for the tournament?
Even that had some buffer time now.
“Maybe hit the mart.”
Game ended right at lunchtime.
Usually I'd eat later, but shopping then coming back should hit perfect timing.
The mart from before was fully repaired from ground to basement, no gate traces left.
Grabbed some lunch stuff roughly,
on the way home.
Spotted a letter in the mailbox.
Who from?
Usually bills for electricity or whatever come in yellow envelopes or with yellow contents.
Rare to see pure white envelope and contents.
Thought it might be junk mail and ignore it,
but curiosity got me since I'd already seen it.
Good call in hindsight.
It was from school.
Ah.
Right.
I'm 8 years old.
Time for elementary school.