Chapter 111
Chapter 111
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 111
Chapter Title: Siege of the Steel Colossus
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Many people grew up watching fantasy and sci-fi movies.
As technology advanced, quality leaped from miniatures and stop-motion to CG, improving day by day.
Of course, there were also scenes with real actors riding horses into action.
They'd hire massive numbers of extras—or fans would gather out of sheer passion—mobilizing anywhere from a thousand to ten thousand people to film epic battles.
Sweeping OSTs paired with clashing armies or colossal structures in motion...
People of this era, young and old alike, had all grown up immersed in such films.
And thanks to that, Wakamo Corporation's footage was especially popular.
In a world where fiction had become reality.
No edits or CG needed—just raw, world-shaking superhuman clashes, captured live.
Always delivering twists beyond imagination, delighting fans to no end.
Sure, some viewers griped, "What does this have to do with VTubing?"—but at its core, it was still the Fox God VTuber climbing the tower.
Just a simple VTuber stream, nothing real—kick back, relax, and enjoy.
Wakamo Corporation VTubers chased pure viewer dopamine, charging ahead without pause.
Of course, some fans preferred straightforward VTuber streams.
But this time, both camps might lose their minds in sheer bliss.
Some might call it easy mode.
Wakamo could just snap her fingers and end it—plenty of believers might say that.
A hundred thousand green skins was undeniably threatening. Even for a climbing party of just ten, holding out was impossible; they'd be crushed under sheer numbers, dying pointlessly.
Not only were they a mix of classes, but they followed their commander's orders with real intelligence—fearless, loyal, trained soldiers.
Even a blind charge offered no chance of victory, yet this defense mission was brutally punishing.
Plus, the tower's rules meant if Wakamo unleashed a floor-wiping strike?
The crystal they had to protect would shatter first.
This was a cooperative floor, after all.
If Wakamo swept them solo, the tower would ramp up the difficulty to match.
And before that, Wakamo was a VTuber—and the boss.
She wasn't about to steal the spotlight from her employees, her fellow VTubers.
Rumble... rumble...
Across the barren, devastated wasteland strode a steel colossus.
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""""WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!""""
""""GRRROOOOAAAAARRRR!!!!""""
They swarmed endlessly from all sides, green-skinned monsters surging like the tide.
Lightning streaked the sky, fireballs rained down, boulders arced through the air.
Wolf- and rhino-like monster riders charged the massive steel pillars—as if defying human civilization itself, tiny as mice by comparison—gloriously exploding on impact.
Over a hundred thousand orcs fighting to the death with unyielding pride felt like warriors battling a demon lord descended to earth.
They climbed desperately over their dying kin's corpses, gnashing teeth, clawing for any vital spot.
The green skins' advance turned lush meadows into dust-choked badlands in moments, sandstorm winds veiling the horde.
The thickening dust even resembled clouds at a glance.
And atop those clouds glided a fortress bearing gods.
Like the fabled temple atop Olympus?
Jackson's [Moving Architecture], refined by Adelaide's touch, evoked the majestic moving castles of film.
The [Steel Spider Citadel], born from a master's hand, scuttled busily on enormous legs—ticks clinging to a host, driven by purpose.
Sparks crackled around it like Zeus's blessing.
Flames spewed with every step burned hot as humanity's greed-fueled doom.
Modern idols powered the heart of man-made civilization in motion.
Would any believer grasp the black comedy of steel life, god-forged yet squeezed from mortals?
The pinnacle of human art and architecture, tower-recognized, scattered lightning and spewed fire, crushing the green skin legions.
A single goblin or orc was weak.
But a hundred thousand? Even Wakamo would struggle.
Violence of numbers was incomprehensible without witnessing it.
The moving citadel still seemed to tread untouched grass. That meant the ground was blanketed green.
"The numbers aren't dropping at all!!!"
Pirate yelled, hurling rocks piled on the walls—something felt off.
The spider citadel stomped foes, Wakamo's thunder and flames blasting everywhere.
Wakamo, Kang Yeoul, and May ran wheels, powering it as lightning.
Not enough—they fueled the central heart with their idol flames nonstop.
Explosions and rising heat vented steam; clinging goblins and orcs screamed, falling off.
But they stood right back up, unfazed by the drop.
Were they all invincible?
Scanning the battlefield live, Pirate finally noticed Adolf in the cockpit.
He activated the citadel's weapons. The artist wielded his creation.
Even without that, his intent to attack meant lightning, falls from heights, or crushing legs killed none!!
"Switch out the cockpit guy!!!!"
It was Adolf Lucia's tower-climb debut stream—they'd put him there to shine as the star. Now it was a disaster in its own way.
Boom—boom—BWOOOM!!
Spells targeted the legs and joints relentlessly.
Even [Rare Metal] cracked under accumulated shocks, groaning.
Ichigo needed to rush and transmute repairs—but it'd be pointless.
Ten thousand fireballs streaked the sky toward the citadel.
A hundred thousand total; shamans and wizards alone numbered ten thousand.
Pirate gaped at the meteor shower spectacle, diving inside.
Roars followed, the fortress lurching wildly.
Worse—wizards ripped open [Portals] atop it, infiltrating legions.
Shamans dragged corpses up, drew blood-linked arrays in remote spots like the garden, casting remote spells.
Screeeeech!!
-Wow, human wave tactics are insane.
-Is this really something to admire?
-Boss, where are you?!
Hundreds of hooks snagged the spider legs, ropes taut with thousands of orcs dangling.
Drakes pinned legs, yanking off-balance. Adolf frantically piloted, barely balancing.
"Look at these bastards?!"
Even locking eyes with blatantly exposed Pirate.
Stealth goblin rogues ignored her, charging inside.
Destroy the [Guardian Stone] to beat the climbers.
Pirate stuck out her tongue at their precise tactics, debating helping.
She guarded the citadel's midsection—a vast external garden for Asuka's emergency evac with Ichigo.
Hold here, and Asuka could flee if breached.
Stuck guarding safe zones, Pirate could only watch anxiously.
Ceaseless crossed spells stripped the citadel's beauty; flames and lightning weakened.
-They're coming!!!
-Ichigo!! Too many enemies!!
-Goblin rogue just stealthed in!!
-Wait, they climbed up???
-Portals swarming in is nuts.
-It's not numbers—tactics are overwhelming??
-Gotta surround and annihilate with Wakamo Corp!
-You think that'll work lololol
Chats flooded endlessly.
[Fox Friends] fretted over Ichigo nonstop.
Despite her godlike feats earlier, [Alchemist] bias lingered—plus lackluster Seoul ops.
FOX Team leader, yet the weakest, always protected, fans worrying.
Job structure made it inevitable, inescapable fate.
Without divine aid, [Class] limits were near-impossible to overcome.
Ichigo had a god.
Her ever-watchful, loving, motherly idol!
Ichigo stood poised, USA-bought [Universal Firearm] fitted with blades, crossed backward. Eyes closed.
Focused—or resigned amid encroaching foes?
But briefly.
Her eyes snapped open, side-glancing the invisible camera.
Ichigo's profile filled the screen.
How many had ever spotted an invisible camera?
Fewer than fingers on one hand.
Illusion cloaked her as [Hajime Ichigo].
Beneath: fully armed climber, battle-ready.
Click—bullet flew toward her aim; stealth goblin rogue's head exploded.
Ichigo's eyesight wasn't great.
She never relied on it anyway.
Eyes shut, hands danced wildly, triggers pulled every direction.
Recoil swung arms; flower swordplay severed goblin waists midair.
Pew—!!
Arrow whistled; head snapped back blind-dodged, bullets pierced orc archer's heart and skull.
Click—extended mag dropped from pistol.
Orc fighter drew sword, roared, charged at reloading Ichigo.
Momentum carried it—knives speared brow and nape; it tumbled, spraying blood!!
-Wow, so badass.
-Lmao this is the alchemist!!!
-Alchemists get OP late-game!!!
-Go Ichigo! So cool!
-Kyah, special forces agent vibes.
-She is an agent right? Lololol
-Lmao
Falling mag transmuted to metal knife mid-drop, kicked into orc—Ichigo's wrist mag ejected.
USA alloy mags armored her arms like bracers, tanky as gear.
Wrist sub-arm auto-fed the pistol, reloading.
Dual-wielding reload stunned orcs; goblins dropped like scarecrows.
Not aim-fire.
Orc warrior raised shield—instinct dodged, leg shot toppled balance; bullet claimed exposed throat.
"Kieeeek!!!"
Orc-hurled goblin clutched mana-wrapped sword.
Viewers gasped at mere goblin channeling mana.
But finger off trigger, reverse grip tonfa-blocked sword, shattered jaw.
Kicked falling goblin blocked orc arrow; squirrel-leapt, dodged ground spell, riddled orc wizard's skull with dozens of rounds.
Ducked rear ambush, sidestepped orc thrust effortlessly.
Swarmed by swelling orcs and goblins—yet unflinching; shot hip potion vial, unleashing toxic fog melting them alive. Maskless, she danced ghostly through it.
But still too many.
Even killing hundreds per minute with poison—ten thousand rounds wouldn't cut a hundred thousand.
Holding out might win—
Gliding Asuka scouted commanders per Wakamo's orders.
They'd crippled mobility, ropes for light goblins, catapults below.
Now arrays for portals.
Monsters' tactics surpassed clever—strike weakness fast.
"Coming coming coming—!!"
Stomping Pirate blocked stairs, awaiting climbers.
Hundred foes at once? Back-to-back limited to four!!
But none came.
Only path to [Guardian Stone]—where'd they go?
Down was Wakamo suicide.
Rumble—
Dust poured over Pirate's head.
"...No way?"
Glanced up—shield orcs front, spear orcs behind.
Atop: goblin riders thrust lances from range, mana-wrapped, wizard-buffed.
"Difficulty spiked for real!!!"
Full-metal Pirate charged up.
Wakamo's [Idol's Protection] buff evened odds.
Rush-speed snapped incoming spear; straight-punched shield orc's face.
Shield shattered.
Behind: robed goblin alchemist's bomb glowed.
Oops—explosion filled innards with fire.
Just 15 minutes in—unbelievable Wakamo Corp disadvantage.
Beyond numbers, suicidal synergy terrified viewers.
Green skins everywhere.
Endless horrific waves, pushing till exhaustion.
Camera panned to citadel top.
Catapult-launched? Elite armored orc berserker hefted massive axe.
Commander-tier no, but legion general—intimidating aura!
Magic clump wrecked defenses; he followed kin traces inside.
Only artist Adolf Lucia guarded.
-Fucked?
-No boss!! Stop the wheel!!!
-This ok? For real?
-Staging right?
-Asuka hunting commander but orcs everywhere...
-Thought easy, total nope.
-Just AOE wipe?
-Dumbass? Allies and stone get hit?
-Think before typing gayboy.....
-Subspace it lol.
-Wouldn't be struggling then.
-Ugh, non-climbers yapping.
Seemed hopelessly tilted—chats overheated. Mostly newbies and trolls.
Longtime believers watched calmly, unshaken.
True fans knew: they died, not VTubers!!
Even outnumbered with allies to protect, Wakamo always cleared perfectly.
Just watch.
VTuber fan etiquette: reactions over backseat.
"[Grrrrr...]"
Berserker growled toward cockpit.
Kin wreckage everywhere.
But—trailing closer... no combat noise, no kin cries.
Only manic giggles grew.
Fearless, he plunged dark doorless breach.
Found kin: one dropped weapon, another discarded, eyes rolling.
Why frozen?
"[U... uh... uhh...]"
Terror-panic kin; berserker reached.
"Ruining the artwork? Oh—intruder, no respect for art?"
Cockpit Adolf welcomed foe.
Monsters posed like audience—darkness amplified eeriness.
All alive, eyes darting, undead.
"Know Ikebukuro?"
Orc fighter nudged—puzzle-piece orc warrior chunked apart.
"Body diced... yet alive... feeling every flap of skin..."
No blood from cuts.
Green skin sealed sections.
"[RAAAAAAGH!!!!!]"
Warrior roar toppled orc-art.
Red aura [Berserk], mana-axe, charged Adolf.
"Palette!! I'll dress you nicely!!"
Brush dipped, air-painted.
So fast—midair canvas decomposed.
Green paint; berserker's rage vanished instantly.
No will despite foe—gnashed, swung axe; Adolf's dagger (sculptor's knife) faster hundredfold.
Axe recolored—material changed? Too heavy to lift.
"[GRRROOO!!!]"
Bare-handed charge—arms painted faster.
Berserked, buffed—couldn't track hand blur.
Viewers blinked not—arms etched.
Sinful chains weighed arms; knees buckled.
Boom—boom—
Citadel shook anew.
Statues toppled, Lego-tumbled bodyparts mingled.
Berserker rose gnashing; reinforcements gathered.
"Ah... I forget the past, prepare for future... famous line... Past... useless, meaningless... Hear me, orc berserker? Whispers? Voice?"
Shadowless eyes gleamed murderously, gloomy aura.
Pulled unseen coffin, shouldered—thread-wrapped hands, giggling.
"Pitiful discarded artist's death-throes!! Death into art!! Future needs no past!! Ahahahaha!!"
Leaned—coffin lid BOOMED! Metal doll creaked upright.
Gray hair, green eyes, broken windup back—automaton crawled out.
Torn rags, scarred face, self-harm arms—ruined wreck woman, noose-necked.
"Kicking from the coffin, Adelaide!!!"
Engineer raid scrap rewoven crude doll—joints screamed motion. Rust-eaten fingers-to-toes, barely intact.
"Meaningless clashes! Shattering! Denial! Worthless crushing!! That's your purpose, Adelaide!! Wriggle pathetically till broken death!!!!"
Self-doll hurled at berserker.
Armless berserker kicked—lower half smashed.
Undeterred, flung remnants; headbutt caved skull—berserker gasped.
No respite—yanked thread; fragments clung berserker, not Adolf.
"[GRAAH..?!]"
"Can't be lonely!! Right?! Join the pitiful coffin lady!! Ahahahaha!!!"
Released thread—force dragged berserker with wrecked Adelaide inside.
Threads whipped, sealed coffin tight.
Berserker down—dozens goblin knights charged Adolf.
Breached entrance—blades aura'd; Adolf flung bag open.
Inside: dollhouse display, dolls dwelling.
"Art—[Doll House]"
Whispered masterpiece name—top floor emptied.
[Doll House] dolls twitched alive, writhing.
Near-human stats penalty merit.
Comprehension plus conditions—unfair to masses.
She didn't care.
-Ew.....
-This redpill reveal?
-Austrian's German grudge.
-Aha!
-Adolf-chan making dolls for friends....
-Happy orc in coffin?
-Free 1:1 doll tho.
-Fr lololol
-Damn scary tho. Climbers got wild skills.
Top floor cleared instant.
Citadel tilting.
Captain goes down with ship—Adolf laughed—but cockpit glass shattered.
Fall-speed: Asuka [VTuber Model] to unicorn, cushioned landing.
"Unicorn!! Time to run till death!!"
Adolf mounted, coffined-back.
Smashed button.
Undercarriage BOOMED!! Liquid flooded out rain-like.
Adelaide's power: no deaths.
Too shocked, live-fainted—no death option.
Grounded soaked white waves helpless.
Undercarriage gone—clingers exploded off, white-sea drowned.
No hiding.
Plaster.
Asuka-unicorn leaped cockpit; Adolf dopamine-screamed laughing.
"Ahahaha!! See! Natural-born art!!!!"
Skyrockets.
Adolf's fame soared boundless!!
Mass viewers spiked stats insane.
"Pompeii art reborn!! Ah~ hahahaha!!!"
Citadel collapsed.
Crushed statues shattered endless.
Terror-fleeing orcs/goblins "plaster casts" streamed.
No yielding!!
Untouchable vs. hundred thousand.
Poison-fogged Ichigo emerged rubble.
Adolf transmuted plaster massacred downed to art-shards, laughing.
Pirate strode entrance bold.
All awed—still seventy thousand-ish monsters.
No retreat for VTuber allies.
[Idol's Protection] buffs blazed undying will.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"
Commander wail echoed field-wide—legion buffed fierce.
Intended preemptive crush.
Pity—no location given.
Three suns speared presumed spot—devastated frontlines.
Coming.
Viewers, VTubers sensed instinctively.
Rubble shed inner blasts; Wakamo strode majestic.
Asuka, Ichigo, Pirate, Adolf turned.
"Charge!!!"
Explosion anew.
Tank-Yeoul rampaged, breached entrance; allies dove in.
Roaring engines shook wastes—four treads surged.
Ichigo floored pedal, truck to commander.