Chapter 241
Chapter 241
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 241
Chapter Title: Santa's Rampage and Christmas Miracles
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Rustle, rustle—
In a place filled with countless books, Professor Sebastian was documenting his research on one topic.
It was a study of the ever-more-mysterious properties of Legendary Classes, revealed bit by bit.
When the holder of a Legendary Class dies, it passes to the next user with an added title like "second generation" or "third generation."
The professor theorized that this proved the Authority transferred over completely.
On the other hand, those who called themselves second-generation Legendary Classes agreed that the host's death was the same trigger.
But they believed the inherited Authority was "drastically different."
In the case of the Second-Generation Idol, no one even knew what the Authority was, but the Second-Generation Pirate openly called herself a second-generation Legendary Class and even specified she was third-gen for clarity.
However, checking the growth notes via Jackson's Skill Tree revealed that the troublesome pirate had every related skill, from fraudulent contracts to summoning pirate ships.
Yet this woman's skills barely scraped by as qualifying her as a real pirate.
Was it because the ether presumed to be her soul was bound to the gallery by Adelaide?
Second-generation Legendary Classes differed from the first: they were extreme yet stable and complete, but severely weakened.
Perhaps the Tower didn't want climbers gradually powering up to become godlike—it wanted to forge them into the minimal form closest to a god.
If one could shape the Authority itself at will—knock knock.
"Who is it?"
"Hehe—Professor."
"Oh my, if it isn't our student Amelia!"
The kind, cute future grad student(?) who always tried her best to learn was welcome anytime in the professor's presence.
Smiling, he asked if she wanted to read a certain book today or learn something specific from him, but Amelia hesitated before cautiously asking.
"Um, Professor, does Santa Claus really exist?"
"Of course he does!"
"Ahaha!"
She beamed with angelic innocence and scampered off.
Confirming she'd gone far, the professor immediately hit the emergency assembly button.
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"We did the year-end song stream—maybe skip Christmas?"
"Won't the record-keepers get upset if a female VTuber skips a Christmas stream?"
"Those romance-obsessed viewers said they'd split the streamer's head open."
On Christmas Eve and Christmas Day—two days straight—the Russian Tower hosted events for the year-end Christmas.
By now, most climbers had no doubts about Wakamo Corporation-related events.
The Tower Lord was a VTuber affiliate, and a VTuber megacorp owned the Russian Tower—what could be more natural?
If you hated VTubers, just don't watch—but those types struggled to survive in the East Asian Federation.
No one outright rejected them, but with the majority being believers and VTuber fans, they couldn't join parties anyway.
Rusalka even spilled TMI on the Tower and monsters via VTuber streams—skipping them meant missing out, creating a pitiful info gap.
Climbers gathered in a whole new floor added just for this, divided into zones where each VTuber ran a club, drinking and chatting.
Huge screens showed different VTubers streaming in each zone.
"In my opinion, humanity's doomed because of Partners."
"Bad enough without a girlfriend—Partnerless folks will die of depression."
In this era, being single wasn't that big a deal.
News said lack of sex caused dementia and health issues, but climbers were tough.
Viewers comforted each other, biting tear-soaked tissues while focusing on the streams.
In fact, tons of solos spent this Christmas with their Partners.
Countless scholars argued the anomaly in the East Asian Federation would split humanity into races, usher back the mythic age, reduce numbers, and replace generations.
Communities overflowed with photos of users snug with Partners, taunting "Chicken isn't sex, you idiots."
Amid that, a pic of Ichigo smirking between two Wakamos hit the boards, making some users weep.
"I'm gonna wail loud tonight!!!"
"Santa, our memories are so warm."
"A... sadness beyond words or metaphors."
"Barkeep, the usual laxative shot."
Those who couldn't afford Partners, wanted girlfriends, or hoarded Tower Coins for bigger dreams gathered, shivering in lonely Christmas sorrow.
Comforting them: Wakamo the streamer broadcasting on Christmas, and many other VTubers.
"Um, free tonight?"
"Nah, busy."
Meanwhile, only Pipkin Mami skipped her stream with a hiatus announcement—off doing who-knows-what.
A blonde foreigner no one recognized sat at the bar, signaling men, but failing this hard meant no talent at all.
Pretty enough Western beauty, yet even Golden Sun, potbellied uncles, shady otakus with hypnosis apps, and hard-drinking middle-aged folks steered clear.
Untouchable aura.
Human-shaped, but the overwhelming predator vibe inside!!
"She's no human—just wearing a woman's form."
"Chills I can't explain—legs shaking."
"Scared? Me, an 85th-floor climber? This presence, this intimidation—it's different!"
Strong climbers exuded aura silently, but Aiba, born superpowered and blasting psychic waves, overdid it.
Telepathy linked minds naturally, letting them instinctively sense—even if not fully seeing the future—that dating her meant death by Wakamo streamer.
No reason known, but getting close = death.
No one caught life threats faster than climbers.
"[Alright, believers!! Tired of lonely Christmas streams? Assemble at Wakamo Floor 2!!]"
Believers watching the stream puzzled over Wakamo's sudden announcement mid-signoff but entered Wakamo Floor 2 anyway.
They were greeted by a festively Christmas-decorated party site—year-end was fun, but another on Christmas? Believers and fans scattered, enjoying Wakamo's Christmas party.
"Ha, Oracle? When do I get a hot guy?"
First sight upon entering Floor 2: a massive castle-like building.
For the Eve-to-Christmas festival, architects built a "Hotel."
Aiba clicked her tongue at solos approaching cluelessly, then disappointedly turning back, lighting a cigarette.
"No misses in my fortunes—fate's closer than you think?"
Invited by Wakamo, Oracle the fortune-teller cheered Aiba on.
"[Ohohoho! Merry Christmas!]"
"Huh? What?"
"Wow! Santa Grandpa!!"
"Real? What's up?"
"It's a Heroic Spirit."
Climbers mid-party-jam froze as Santa descended from the sky on a sleigh with Rudolph—no warning.
Veteran climbers spotted it as beyond a [Monster]—a Heroic Spirit—and tilted heads in confusion.
Santa was a boss monster Heroic Spirit summoned by Russian Tower Lord Rusalka for a surprise event.
Korean Tower provided the [Cost], summonable only inside—hence the festooned site for Santa.
Wakamo, sparing no expense for fans, waved as Santa landed onstage and greeted.
"[Ho ho ho, Wakamo! Truly grateful for inviting this Santa for the best Christmas!]"
"Christmas without Santa? Disaster! Believers? Watching? Santa Grandpa's gifting you all today! Cry and he'll still give—don't worry!"
"[Gifts for good kids are a given! But you won't take them from this Santa easily!]"
The stage shook, morphing into a wrestling ring.
Instantly, Santa stripped his top, revealing ripped muscles.
Buff Santa flexed explosively, posing in a boxing stance against Wakamo.
"Wait, why fight?"
"Ah, clueless? Never expect normal from our streamer."
"Beat Santa for gifts? Okay?"
"Not sit-on-lap gift-giving?!"
VTuber spars 1v1 with Santa to gift believers on Christmas!!
Win-or-lose gift fights in fighting games—streamer tradition.
Just IRL this time!
Boom—!
Santa struck first.
"Whoa! That's a boxer's move, obvious!"
"Isudere, shut it! Amazing—insane speed!"
Santa's footwork wove bobs and weaves, blurring, shrinking, expanding, shaking wildly.
Reading every possible move, as Wakamo shifted, Santa outsped her counters, fist landing.
Even blocking, Santa slipped sides for brutal liver blows and body shots.
Sensing danger, Santa raised guard—Wakamo's leg slipped inside.
Forcing guard down—creating clones, roundhouse to Santa's head!
"[Grogh—!]"
Kneeling from brain-rattling hit, Santa toppled forward.
But he rolled nimbly, teleport-like grab yanked Wakamo's leg, tripping her flat.
"Imanari Roll!!"
"Jiu-jitsu—no, Sambo takedown!! Russian Santa Grandpa!"
"[Taekwondo weakness!! Weak on ground top! Ho ho ho!]"
"Targeting weaknesses pre-event?!"
Santa hammered Wakamo's guarded head with heavy punches.
Pirate and Iosif commentated in awe at Santa's unexpected strength.
True—Taekwondo weak to ground game!
But Wakamo stood, Santa still mounted!
"Lifting whole Santa!!! Idol-only move!!"
"Wait?! Santa tech incoming!!"
"What?! "
"[Sambo Typhoon!]"
Santa's legs clamped Wakamo's neck mid-rise, uprooting her like a radish.
Flipping fall—as Wakamo neared ground, intruding Rudolph charged with goat-screech horns.
"[Tenkriss—!!]"
"What Rudolph screams like a goat king!!"
"[Sexy. Beast.]"
"As Cute Squad, can't let you live!!!"
Wakamo grabbed Rudolph's horns—"Why's your nose red?"—hammer-fists raining.
Clutching nose with hooves, collapsing Rudolph hurled at Santa—Wakamo charged.
"Speed, skill—respect! But Santa!! My special hold ends it!"
Wakamo snatched unbalanced Santa, tossed skyward—leaping, flipped him shoulder-locked.
Arms pinned legs, long hair yanked wrists, back-slung Maya crushed thighs with both arms.
Four arms plus hair—inescapable bind!
"Asura Buster!!"
"Aaah!! Finisher!! Boss!! Dead serious!!"
"[Reason for Christmas Santa summon: beat him up? Dreams and love for kids? That's VTubers!!]"
"Betraying Rusalka's heart—dirty, President!!"
"Say what you want—winner's justice!!"
Villainy everywhere—embarrassed believers averted eyes.
Wakamo great, but once switched on, fought like war god—problem.
"[Santa!!]"
Pinned Rudolph's pitiful call—fans knew WWE but held breath immersed.
Wakamo win = Santa gifts; Santa smashed on Christmas? Kids' hearts too?
"Santa Grandpa, fight!"
Maya in Santa cosplay waved cheering Santa.
"Wha—"
Wakamo flinched rigid—Santa kicked off Maya as springboard, flipped free.
"[This day, I lose to no one!]"
Santa joint-locked Wakamo midair, wrenched her back with full power lift.
"[Love, friendship, justice's!! 70 million Christmas Power!!]"
"Guh…guaak! Can't escape—"
"[Santa Spark!!]"
Inverted piledriver into ground—inescapable gravity accel from gift-delivery speed!
Wakamo smashed messy, rolling.
"My Merhen winter blanket… done for."
"Watch anime stream before dying, Boss!!"
"Don't die, President!!"
"[Ho ho ho!! On Christmas, Santa never loses for kids!! Let's go, Rudolph!! Merry Christmas!!]"
Special Korean Tower [Cost] junk—useless but envy-worthy—gift boxes rained.
Santa soared, delivering Christmas gifts to Wakamo Floor 2 visitors.
"Friends! Maya Santa too!"
Adorably Santa-dressed Maya arrived with heaps of gifts, waving.
Screen-bound but device-firing gifts—fans thanked, grabbing.
Soon, flustered Mami joined—group Christmas carols, short show.
"—Anyway, why'd Maya wanna be Santa suddenly?"
Wakamo prepped grander fest 'cause she asked if real—expected gift wishes, stocked tons.
She grinned.
"Maya bad kid, so better give gifts as Santa!"
Turning 20, body adult—heart child.
Her saying that—how cruel.
Hearing, Wakamo sobbed in corner—tears, snot, drool overflowing.
Later—that night, Santa-dressed Wakamo padded hallway quietly.
Amelia's dad and uncle popped out Santa-clad.
Then Sadako-led, all members gathered living room like planned.
Santa identity secret!! So no telling—planned drop gifts sneakily—but all same idea.
"[Maya made cookies and milk for Santa Grandpa—there.]"
Uncle and dad bickered over table's note and cookies.
Meanwhile, Asuka shoveled all five cookies.
Shocking—Sadako and Yu Ying pounced, fists flying.
Aiba, Adelaide, Olga joined stomping—Santa-clad Professor Sebastian read note.
"To Santa Grandpa: I'm bad kid troubling Dad, but Rusalka and sisters good—please gift them."
"Even in Idol body, these tears won't dry…!"
"God! Why this sweet child!!"
"Forgive not those guardian scum!!"
"Drop gifts and scatter! Adults bothering sleeping Amelia!!"
Her first free Christmas.
Other adults, younger Yu Ying too—placed gifts under tree.
Morning—Amelia woke to tree-burying gift pile.
"Santa gave me gifts! Why!!"
"Die, Sadako sis… acting?"
"You try."
"Waa! Santa Gwampa give pwesents!"
Both hopeless actors.
"Some good kid wished—so we all got gifts? No idea?"
Adults acted seamless before Amelia.
"Christmas means bungtak carols, right?"
And one total no-sense guy.
Purely for Amelia—adults acting, thrilled over gifts like kids—Amelia beamed same.
"All mine? So many?"
"Amelia good girl."
Wakamo petted head—Amelia grinned, ripped blue-wrapped name-labeled box—mask out.
"Eh… black mask?"
"Hides face scar."
Kid dreams, romance—Asuka self-snitched gift-giver.
Book-packed professor's room—Christmas party prep crew froze.
Wakamo glared serious—Asuka spoke anyway.
"That's that, this is this, Amelia."
"Huh?"
Amelia fidgeted uneasy with black mask gift—Asuka said.
"Cookies for Santa? Asuka ate all—tasted like crap."
"Asuka—!!"
Kids didn't curse.
But violence? She knew.
Can't hog alone!!!—Silent Amelia swung obsidian sword.
Christmas morn—Santa-clad Amelia chased Asuka.
Her way of caring—playing.
Gave "Santa gift" surprise to sulky Amelia too.
Family-like crew showered kid-love Christmas began.
Surely, till sleep that day—Amelia happy.
Santa granted her wish.