The Fury of the Viewers
A +7 weapon was truly on another level.
◈ Physical Attack: 145+193
◈ Magic Attack: 170+224
◈ Increased Cutting Power
◈ Reaction Speed +2%
◈ Deformation Magic Applied
◈ Durability: 300/300
◈ Requirements: Strength 50, Stamina 50, Wisdom 50
The numbers far surpassed the original damage, tacked on like an afterthought. Even Mu-hyuk's jaw dropped.
Huh, what kind of damage is this...
Enhancements like this would speed up players' leveling even more. Content consumption would rise naturally, and episodes would gain momentum.
Works for me.
He'd been waiting for Episode 3, really. That's when paths between the Forma Continent and other continents would open. Experiencing those other lands he'd only seen in videos firsthand would surely bring fresh excitement.
Swipe.
Suppressing his anticipation, he raised his hand.
"+7 success. I'll put it up on the auction house."
As he opened the auction system—
Mu-hyuk spoke again.
"Oh, and the item's name is Kurkan's Longsword."
Some viewers checking the chat rushed to log in.
The screenshot went up, and the moment viewers saw the attack power, they gasped in shock.
The screenshot soon migrated to the Illusion homepage.
The info spread like wildfire.
Interest in +7 weapons exploded.
*
He was deep in enhancements when—
"Excuse me."
A stranger had approached unnoticed. Lost in work, Mu-hyuk didn't react, just swung his hammer.
Clang!
The man spoke again.
"Um, Mu-hyuk? Mu-hyuk!"
Mu-hyuk finally snapped out of it.
"Hm? Who're you?"
He lowered his hammer, looking up.
"I'm TotalMess from Claire Guild."
"TotalMess...?"
"Haha, yeah. ID's TotalMess. Made it too casually."
"Yeah, whatever. What do you want?"
"You're not in a guild yet, right?"
"Correct."
TotalMess grinned brightly.
"Wanna join ours?"
As expected, a guild invite.
"Small-scale, but solid and decent folks."
"Sorry."
TotalMess clicked his tongue at Mu-hyuk's firm expression.
"Tch, got it. Didn't expect yes on first try anyway. Can't give up though—see you tomorrow."
He bowed and left.
Mu-hyuk stared after him.
Wasted effort...
Compared to past pushy recruiters, TotalMess had manners. But Mu-hyuk had no reason to join, so only regret lingered.
He shook his head with a sigh and swung the hammer again.
Clang!
Soon, another group appeared—about 10 users, rowdy enough to shatter his focus. Their laughing approach furrowed his brow.
What now.
One stepped forward.
"Mu-hyuk, right?"
"Yes."
"We're from Apophis Guild."
"And?"
"Not in a guild."
Mu-hyuk nodded.
"Join us. We'll treat you right."
"Not interested in guilds yet."
"Gangster Necromancer, top ranker, enhancer—you join, full support. Faster growth guaranteed."
"Growth, huh."
Let 'em grow, really?
Well, one thing will grow.
Enhancement skill.
No time for levels.
"Intrigued?"
"Kinda. But no."
The man frowned.
"Don't know Apophis? Top mid-tier giant guild. Soon top-tier. Nearly 1,000 members. Antagonizing us ain't smart, top ranker or not."
"Refusing is antagonizing?"
"Think of our side."
"Your side?"
"Vice-guild master comes personally, gets rejected—embarrassing rumor."
"And if I still refuse?"
"Then we break you. Can't have, gotta smash."
Mu-hyuk smirked.
"Broadcasting live, you know?"
"..."
His face said he'd forgotten.
"Over 200,000 viewers too."
"Ahem. Just viewers."
That line's risky.
Good for Mu-hyuk.
"I disagree..."
Apophis vice-guild master raised his voice.
"Hmph, viewers don't matter—shut up and say yes."
That pissy face and attitude.
Something boiled inside.
"Get lost."
"What?"
"Not joining. Scram."
"..."
Brief silence.
"Ha, haha."
His face twisted as he spat words deliberately.
"Pretty heated. Talk tomorrow. Say no again, fine. But remember—you're enemies then."
The 10 left. Late to the noise, Sung Min-woo and Yerin ran up from afar.
"Oppa, what happened?"
"Yo, who were those assholes? Weird vibe."
Mu-hyuk explained.
"Guild invite? Annoying. Tch, no worries. They start shit, we smash. Happened before."
"Yeah."
He knew their guild was big, but Mu-hyuk wasn't scared.
Manageable.
Worry was for Sung Min-woo and Yerin.
Can they hold?
Solo, he'd endure and escape. With them? Uncertain.
Players were stronger now.
Sigh...
Once worry hit, it stuck. He set down the hammer.
"Short break."
Logged out of Illusion.
Meanwhile,
Viewers who'd watched seethed with rage.
And so it began.
The viewers' game of destroying Apophis Guild.
*
Back at guild, the vice-guild master reported smugly.
"Talked to him."
"Yeah?"
"Might refuse though."
Guild master frowned.
"Hm."
"He won't, right?"
"Who knows."
"Just in case, taking 100 members."
"Do it."
Vice left; guild master handled business as usual. As sun set, thinking of hunting after ages, he rose—
Knock knock.
Three members entered.
"What?"
"Quitting guild."
"Quitting?"
"Yes."
"Reason? We supported you well."
"Support? Got none."
"Huh."
"Yeah, bad timing join. Other reasons too, but whatever. Just quitting—mentioning outta lingering ties. Oh, and."
"And?"
The man scowled.
"Kid guild master bantering down. Get your shit together, asshole."
"...!"
"Bye."
"You little...!"
"Wanna beef? Come to Basilisk Guild."
Basilisk Guild.
Far higher ranked than Apophis.
"That's where."
"Yeah, you punk kid."
"..."
Three quit and left.
Rage surged.
Want revenge, but Basilisk? Tough.
"Damn."
Knock again.
Five this time.
"What?"
"Quitting, you green punk."
"..."
"Shit management—ptoo! Too gross, leaving."
Like before, insults as they left.
Dazed, another entered, declared quit, left.
"Oh, revenge? Hit up Dragon Guild."
Dragon Guild—another behemoth Apophis couldn't touch.
[Guild member 'Aphon' has left.]
[Guild member...]
Finally realizing something was wrong.