Chapter 97
Chapter 97
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 97
Chapter Title: Fox God VTuber Climbing the Tower
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[Heroic Spirit] [Free Spirit].
The boss of Tampa Tower's 60th floor—and one of the strongest monsters in the American tower summoned by Kost, dominating a whopping ten floors.
A single swing of its axe could shatter even [Rare Metal], and the shotgun in its grasp looked like a plain old shotgun on the surface but was loaded with [9] special rounds.
Its eagle head symbolized America─[Heavy Weight], [Penetration], [Prediction], and more.
The [Free Spirit]'s body vision, bolstered by a staggering ten buffs, existed in a realm far surpassing Wakamo's.
It didn't stop there—with a body like forged steel and the skills of a [Fighter] to boot.
If that wasn't enough, it even possessed skills as a [Summoner] to call forth monsters.
"[Kkiiik!!!]"
Along with the eagle's piercing shriek, a massive bomb materialized in the sky and came plummeting down.
It evoked the image of a nuclear warhead, but this was the so-called [Missile Bombardment], one of the [Shooter]'s skills.
The direct-hit explosion swallowed the entire tower in a vast blaze, igniting everything once more.
And to top it off, it had immunities like [Fire Immunity] and [Explosion Immunity].
Against this monster, the climbers who could claim victory were so few you could count them on one hand, huh?
Its Stars and Stripes cape billowed as the eagle-man took to the air on wings of fury, charging forward with a shockwave.
Perfectly mimicking the ultra-high-speed movement Kang Yeo-ul had demonstrated, it closed the gap and unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks.
It even gathered light in its eyes to fire lasers—who could even begin to tally its skills?
She was dead serious.
The American tower had come at climber Wakamo with everything it had.
Whirr—click—Bang!!
In a motion as natural as raising an arm, it racked the shotgun and unleashed hell, beams of light fanning out from the muzzle in every direction.
Kang Yeo-ul's body, which had weathered the blast with [Mercury], was casually pierced as she was shoved backward, riddled with dozens of holes.
The [Free Spirit] glided across the ground like it was skating, weaving its upper body in a high-speed jab that battered another Kang Yeo-ul and sent her flying.
Shockwaves erupted from the impact sites for chained invisible strikes, and a sweeping leg unleashed a wind slash that cleaved yet another Kang Yeo-ul clean in two.
The bodies of two Kang Yeo-uls crumpled to the ground, decomposed, and scattered into mana particles before vanishing.
It swung its axe at the remaining one lunging forward—the [Free Spirit] ignored all defenses and even mana reinforcement to sever her arm.
It gaped its beak wide and vomited thunderbolts, blasting half of Kang Yeo-ul's head clean off.
Click—the ammo swapped, shotgun trained on her chest, trigger pulled. A deafening roar echoed as her upper body vaporized.
Her arm, neck, and the tenuous thread of her left flank were the only links to her lower half, fragile enough that a mere breeze might snap them.
It took less than twenty seconds to slaughter three Kang Yeo-uls—the [Free Spirit] was overwhelmingly powerful.
Far from weak.
"[Kkik... kkik...]"
Covered in wounds, its neck feathers soaked in blood, its body a map of bruises testifying to the brutal beating.
So strong... and yet, why was this [Heroic Spirit] being cornered like this?
"Dojaaaang~ Brought 'em all. It's all me!!!"
Because her opponent was an undying immortal.
"Aigo~ That hurts so bad~"
Because her opponent was a superhuman who felt no pain.
"Hahaha!! Hey! Got any other skills? That gun's killer!!"
Because even riddled with bullets or split in half, she didn't die.
Kang Yeo-ul rose. Three Kang Yeo-uls encircled the Free Spirit like figures from a nightmare.
-Who the hell's the boss monster here?
-Infinite retries are insane.
-Player from the boss monster's POV.
-Shoot all you want... no damage going in...
-Please just stop!!!!!
-America... cannot fall...!!
-Diagnosing me? America?!
"[Ooooooo────!!!!]"
The eagle bellowed.
And the world transformed.
From the tower's pinnacle, a cityscape bled into the air like paint on canvas, and beyond it, hordes of every monster imaginable answered the [Free Spirit]'s call and emerged.
-Took the doppelganger this time!!
-Useless now, idiot!!!
-Lmao
-Coward!! Where's the fair 1v1 duel?!!
-Summons don't count as extra bodies ㅇㅇ...
-Fuck lmao
Indeed, a summoner's minions never counted toward headcount, no matter the numbers. Naturally, the tower scaled difficulty for summoners.
Just as the American tower clocked [Kang Yeo-ul] as [Wakamo Inari].
Ultimately, one VTuber puppeteering three Kang Yeo-uls still counted as a single person.
They swarmed.
An enormous monster legion charged.
Dwarf Tank Crews unleashed cannon fire alongside salvos of multiple rocket launchers arcing across the sky.
It didn't end there—Elf Snipers took potshots.
Smoke Ratmen hurled poison bombs, and Ogre Artillery poured down overwhelming, murderous barrages!!
Dullahans charged at the front, with Showdown Elite Gunmen bringing up the rear.
Could a [Summoner] climber even reach this stage?
The three watched the tidal wave of foes... and laughed.
Kang Yeo-ul drew an [Ordinary Revolver] from her [Leather Holster].
Not a quick-draw showdown—she drew it slow and deliberate.
"You do know how to fire a gun, right?"
-Whatcha doing?
-Kang lady good with guns?
-Doubt it.
-[Free Spirit] looks tense lol.
-"No clue what this bitch might pull"
-That's legit funny lmao
-? Aiming where?
-Kang lady? What're you up to?
The barrel pointed nowhere else—but at Kang Yeo-ul's own temple.
Bang—!!
A shot straight to her own skull. Her head snapped sideways.
Suicide to anyone watching—but her shadow churned, and a colossal giant hauled its upper body free, revealing its full glory.
"[Ooooooo──!!!]"
The roaring titan flexed its majesty: rippling muscles on a heroic torso, a rugged warrior's face. It hoisted a sword wreathed in storm clouds and crackling lightning.
By draping [Idol's Image] over Wakamo and Mei, she'd summoned another avatar: [Warrior God Sword Dance God General Dragon Soldier God].
"Susanoo!!"
-Per.so.na.
-That's how you use it? Lmao
-No fr, it came out?
-Summoner vs summoner.
-Size difference is nuts lol
-We can summon too!!!
-Not a monster! It's a god!!
-I transcend common sense!!
[Idol's Storm] coiled around the blade, followed by [Idol's Thunder]—the titan gripped a sword conjuring gales and bolts, enough to fool anyone into thinking it was the real Susanoo.
And it swung.
No need to sort friend from foe.
Wakamo and Mei evaded with [Idol's Substance]; Kang Yeo-ul sheltered beneath the giant.
The upper-body titan's slash carved lines in the void with afterimages, whipping through at hypersonic speeds to dramatic effect.
Monsters couldn't withstand the distance-ignoring barrage and were swept away.
Then the massive Warrior God raised an arm high overhead and smashed down toward the [Free Spirit].
It parried the descent with an axe swing—[Counter Skill].
Shock was fleeting; the [Free Spirit]'s axe cleaved the titan's upper half despite the size gulf.
Wakamo let out a dry chuckle at the axe slash ignoring distance.
Strong.
Brutally, purely strong.
And disastrously ignorant of Wakamo—worst matchup imaginable.
In just two axe strokes, the [Free Spirit] lopped off the Warrior God's arm and decapitated it, roaring in fury at its routed army.
A piercing screech—high-frequency waves detonated as intangible force.
The invisible thunderclap struck, quaking the air to bind Kang Yeo-ul in trembling restraint.
Regrettably, body stiffness effects were useless.
Even as the ground fissured and crumbled to sand under the vibes, Kang Yeo-ul stood unfazed within and formed a hand seal.
-Oh? Oh? Oh?
-Gonna use it? Finally?
-A foe going domain? Gotta match pride...
-Pull it out? The domain.
-America won't know the Heian era's top sorcerer's power.
-"Getting bored of the American style"
-Time for full power?
"Domain Expansion."
A voice so low it raised goosebumps—not Kang Yeo-ul's, but Wakamo's husky timbre. Even devotees felt an inexplicable chill.
Eyes gleamed golden, a smile ghastly enough to scare off ghosts.
Her settled pink locks whipped wildly as gales howled from every direction.
"Realm of Evil Hell."
Darkness crashed in.
A virtual realm manifested around Wakamo. The startled Free Spirit fired into the void—its mana popped against the domain wall.
Undeterred, it blanketed everything: skulls erupted from the floor, crimson blood lapped at ankles in a sloshing pool.
A storm raged in lightless black.
In the space where blood and bones were barely discernible, they saw each other crystal clear.
"Not 3:1?"
"Hard to get it that way?"
"Tower didn't clue you in?"
No splashes sounded. The three Kang Yeo-uls strode atop the pool.
"[Kkiiiii....]"
This world has its legends.
One soul felling thirty foes. A soldier taming terrorists with a knife.
Back when climbers were myth, three amateurs vs a champ? No shot.
Why?
Teamwork's no joke.
Even three syncing up ain't easy.
"""
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But pure 1v1s? No team issues.
One Kang Yeo-ul swept the Free Spirit's legs; another hooked its swinging arm to halt it.
A third's roundhouse smashed its frozen attack stance right in the face.
Shadows surged to pin its arms—no room for guard or dodge.
Howling winds eroded flesh nonstop, leg sweeps forced it to kneel relentlessly.
Then punches rained on its face without mercy!
-What kinda fight is this!!
-Arms are only two...
-Three synced hits? Unblockable...
-Especially same tier!! No answer!!
-How's simultaneous one-two-three?
-Kang lady's punch clean hit!!
The flawless teamwork from the 50th-floor moon fight whittled its HP as the Free Spirit howled.
Shifted to [Phase 2]—lightning crackled across its body as it whipped a hand, hurling thunder that impaled a Kang Yeo-ul.
A strike turning an avatar to ash in one blow!!
It whipped its head around—and Kang Yeo-uls multiplied.
-?
-Huh..?
-Wasn't it three?
-Keeps growing?
The view panned wildly then rose high—dozens of Kang Yeo-uls circled the Free Spirit, mocking as they prowled.
Phantoms from [Idol's Image]; its slashes passed through. Eyes squeezed shut, it strained superhuman hearing for breaths and heartbeats rivaling a bat.
Three fists cratered its face at full force.
Why? No sounds at all?
Panic flickered; lightning swords in both hands, it lunged at an attacker.
Slashed empty air.
Turned—Kang Yeo-ul stood behind.
Turned again—Kang Yeo-ul grinned from behind.
"""Hahaha."""
Three mocking laughs echoed in the dark; slashes chased them, but lightning dispersed harmlessly.
Whoom—
Three Kang Yeo-uls hefted lightsabers and charged.
Frontal assailant vanished, slashed from rear; vanished, stabbed from front; lateral leap severed legs.
Perfect sync—no friendly hits, all enemy strikes dodged.
Overzealous swings chasing presences bared openings; the other two carved them ruthlessly.
Unceasing, blinding speed and fury—blinking in and out of sight.
The Free Spirit flailed dual blades wildly about, hemorrhaging and staggering.
Faster. Even faster. More savage!!
Job-exclusive 【Holoport】 let her 【Teleport】 mana-free inside the domain like VR world-jumps.
Her movement evolved—from steps to warping to any visible spot.
Encircling the desperately resisting [Free Spirit], they spun positions, slashing from all angles.
Instant gaps at range, lightning-straight slashes—emerging opposite to double-tap.
No need for [My Worlds].
Just warp mid-acceleration.
Two Kang Yeo-uls slashed mercilessly as the dashing one turned lightning to carve the Free Spirit.
"[Uoooooo────!!!!! ]"
Ragged and bleeding, it burned fiercer than ever—golden wings unfurled behind.
Donning golden plate and gauntlets, it evoked a divine champion.
Doubted it, but Phase 3 hit: the Free Spirit rocketed domain-ward, Kang Yeo-ul gazed up and dropped the domain.
-No, switching to air war here?
-Fuck how many phases lmao
-Just die already!!!!
-America!! America can't lose!!!
-Super Golden awakening here? Dirty!!
-Wow! America Saint Fighter!!
-Iron Man evolution outta nowhere!
-How's golden eagle boss lmao
-But seriously how do you beat that thing!!!
A distant fist thrust—fist wind pummeled and pinned Kang Yeo-ul.
Invisible force cracked unseen terrain, hurling debris—a cataclysmic blow!!
Undoubtedly packing [Fighter] skills that scaled with damage taken.
It had hounded legs to neuter [Shooter] dodges, but now... conservatively fifty skills.
"Be proud. You're one of the tougher monsters I've scrapped in this American tower."
-Leader's got a plan, huh?
-So how ya winning?
-Guys, sun ain't too close?
-Wtf?
-No fr, it's getting closer.
-??????
-What?? What??
-What's that in the sky!!!
The elongating shadow jolted the [Free Spirit] skyward—the sun was falling.
A colossal sun hurtling down.
Not the real deal—a massive fireball... uncannily solar.
"[Kraaaa!!!]"
It thrust both hands up in desperation to catch the sun.
Insane stats—hands charred in the blaze, yet it hoisted the building-sized inferno and held.
Crushing pressure vs defiant lift... shockingly, the [Free Spirit] prevailed.
It grinned with curved eyes at the up-gazing, smirking Kang Yeo-ul—and sensed doom.
"So, what about number two?"
Clouds rent open—another sun plummeted from above, colliding.
Unforeseen encore; it strained to lift but buckled under mass, crushed and devoured. Its scream incinerated as solar fury detonated spectacularly over the tower skies.
'Fuck, insane...'
[Nate's Love] guzzled 500k mana—power made sense~
Hidden Mei had loosed [Military God's Arrow] top-down instead.
Fired once; Mei ashed. Resummoned, second shot.
Even the shooter burned alive. Figured [Idol's Flame] would tank.
'Fire immune and still ashed—who lives...?'
Mass-crush plan... but relic flames weren't mundane.
Wakamo Inari using it'd mean self-immolation too.
'All shit-tier drops...'
Tailored for Wakamo, sure—but lethal? Bullshit.
Dazzling blaze cleared—torso-only [Free Spirit] plummeted limply, shattered, and dispersed.
"—You're the only one who fought for real in this American tower. Wear that honor."
Back to her usual voice, she smiled and praised; the remnants ashed away.
Victory fanfare rang out.
[Climber Wakamo Inari has conquered Tampa Tower 60th floor!!!]
[Maintain tower? Collapse? Claim extra rewards and dismantle?]
Uh... learned from Manager Won Da-hye, but got a bit hyped.
Maintain: slimmer rewards, but climbers keep scaling.
Extra rewards + dismantle: tower gone.
Tampa 60th wiped—climbers reroute, chill till new Tampa pops.
Collapse? Only [Six Freaks] or lunatics.
"Then, extra rewards and dismantle."
Wakamo wrecked it—leave it? Eternal meme fuel.
She'd graciously greenlit a remodel.
Gold rained from the heavens. The reward? Wakamo blinked in disbelief.
[No rewards available for current class!!]
[Acquired Unique-grade item [Know-How on Climber Training]!]
[Acquired class-exclusive skill 【Manager (Shaman) Recruitment】!]
"Huh?"
Wondered what it'd drop—turns out nada suitable.
But an unheard-of grade and skill landed anyway.
Skill first.
[Class-exclusive skill 【Manager (Shaman) Recruitment】]
-Recruits shrine maidens, shamans, and sorcerers worshiping the idol.
-Buffs scale with follower count and idol faith.
Hm... shamans venerating idols—shamanism, yeah.
Needed that archetype. Idols lack inherent form, right?
Wakamo had form, VTuber tag added the manager bit.
'Tell Manager Won Da-hye to do it—gonna piss her off?'
Next: the item.
[Know-How on Climber Training]
Grade: Unique.
Assesses civilian aptitudes.
Recommends optimal tech trees.
Analyzes climber training progress.
"Eh...?"
Looks like... gear for turning normies into climbers.
Wakamo poked the notebook-looking thing.
Curiosity hit—she tested it on herself.
[Wakamo Inari's class: [Legendary Class Idol (VTuber)].]
[Training progress: 7%. Mismatched overforce lost 93% of class strengths.]
[Leave advice for second-gen user. This life's a bust.]
"What the fuck?"
Knew training sucked.
But this royally fucked.
At least teach how!!!
No, tower bastard... what is this shit...
Bad char already, and training botched...!!
I'm the bad char──!!!!!