Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Boss Cleared!
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He tracked the axe with his eyes, not the boss.
The massive axe that had started flickering with eerie flames from phase 2.
A great axe that any player would need both hands to wield—yet the boss swung it one-handed.
As he input the roll command, he predicted the stamina gauge.
He didn't even need to check it visually; instinct told him.
He could roll about twice more.
A strong gut feeling hammered in his head: You have to use these last two chances right!
Hanami, who had been rolling clockwise, rolled straight toward the axe's front.
The axe grazed past her invincibility frames.
A smile crept onto his lips without him realizing.
All those tips he'd never understood before—rhythm games, hitbox sizes—now perfectly melded into his play.
Sensei's offhand advice replayed in his mind.
So matching roll i-frames to attack hitboxes means this.
Clockwise or counterclockwise depends on the attack's range.
Some attacks really do have blind spots you can dodge without rolling.
Now, only enough stamina for one more roll remained.
The boss's final attack was an offbeat chop, like splitting firewood.
Dodging after seeing it would be impossible, but he'd already input the rhythm into his fingers.
One.
Two.
Now!
[Ah... So my tiresome fate ends here.]
— ODIN’S EYE ON YOU
The boss collapsed, accompanied by sound effects and a clear message.
Hanami, silent for a moment, soon shouted in utter excitement.
"...We got it, Sensei!!"
The student rushed to her master.
And poured out words, unable to hide her thrill.
The greater the adversity, the sweeter the triumph.
Unlike her past frustrating deaths, the thrill of steady progress culminating in success was electric.
The viewers, who had been holding their breath, exploded in excitement, flooding the chat.
Even those who usually trolled Hanami couldn't bring themselves to do it now.
Instead, they joined in the frenzy.
"…"
And Jicheol?
He was deep in thought.
"This is all thanks to you, Sensei!!"
"No. It's all your effort, Nami."
His cooled head tapped away at mental calculations.
Alright. Now, how to sweet-talk this newbie into tackling the next boss.
Will she keep playing without quitting the game?
"Kyaa!! Sensei, how are you so good at teaching? Are masters supreme even at coaching? I don't say this lightly, but every tip you give clears my mind—this is why the boss health bar just... one-shotted!!"
"Nami."
"...Ah. Right. I got too excited. Talking too fast. But I can't help it—the moment I saw the 'Boss Defeated' message, chills shot down my back!!"
...Maybe not as hard as I thought?
The newbie's unbridled excitement was adorable.
Her voice brimmed with joy and thrill.
She showed no sign of holding back, her mouth running nonstop... so damn cute.
Was it her youthful voice?
Be careful. At my real age, she'd be younger, but now I'm the senior.
Jicheol calmed his own rising excitement and spoke.
"Nami. I told you."
"?"
"You're not trash hands."
"…!!"
"You've got talent. Keep going."
"Thank you, Master!!"
"I'm the thankful one, my student."
"...Masteeer!!"
It didn't seem like mere broadcast banter.
Her reactions were genuinely fun and excited.
Guess she won't delete the recording right away.
Jicheol smirked slyly to himself.
Red pills popped up occasionally, but the chat speed buried them fast.
He wasn't outright lying.
Well, fine. Credit where due. Nami's physical skills were rough.
No way to sugarcoat it as good.
League Bronze, FPS log-tier.
But she was a pro streamer across genres.
No talent, but controls weren't awful.
Her first boss fight massacre? Bluntly, the stream was the issue.
Her obsession with filling dead air.
Not focusing on the game.
Mindset of "deaths make edit fodder."
Obvious she prioritized banter for viewer appeal.
Left alone,攻略 would've been backseat to skits.
"What? Hey. Wasn't last time's wipe cuz you gave weird tips?"
Yeah. Exactly like that.
So he'd strategically man-marked the chat.
Actively engaged to ease her broadcast pressure, steal viewer eyes, let her focus on play.
Result: smashing success.
Her focus created a vibe where viewers cheered her play.
Tenser than expected, but plan went smooth.
Smoother than he'd dreamed.
...Maybe I've got a knack for streaming.
Actually kinda fun once I tried.
Do I really have talent for this?
After that, they shifted to wrap-up mode.
Hanami's hype crashed hard once settled, vibe turning chill.
Chat begged Sensei not to leave,
Hanami sulked and spun WWE circles,
Did some dono Q&A too.
"Ah!! Saw this in comments a lot. Sensei, what about Modern controls?"
"I like 'em."
"Really?"
"Nothing wrong if you don't ditch afterimages entirely for Modern."
"Ah... Unexpected?"
"Honestly... Classic or Modern, if it builds skill, I'm just grateful."
"Depends on build, but early game, pump HP and stamina first."
"Eh? Not strength or agility?"
"Said it before: this game starts and ends with stamina."
"Then HP?"
"Skip if you're confident you won't get hit."
"…I'll pump it."
"Next time. Too advanced for Hanami now?"
"No. Not a promise."
Not a bad idea, but not his call.
Started on promise of dono split... but amounts were no joke.
Couldn't commit solo.
"I'm all for it, Sensei."
But Hanami was on board.
More than on board.
"Promise before you go. We will meet next time."
"Ah. Sure. Fine."
"Not 'let's grab Korean food sometime'? Collab confirmed?"
He blinked at the screen, pondering.
Fine. Whatever.
Long as no game delete.
Stream over, his body went limp.
Flopped on the bed, zoning out.
Just a day's spoon-stirring drained him—how do streamers do this daily?
Bored lying there, grabbed his phone.
[Title: Eye Hurts So Bad]
: Yeah
my eyes feel weird
check this
"...Ugh."
Tried gal-scroll for recovery, but gal was cursed.
Viewing this'd just DoT him to death.
Fled to bathroom.
Stripped like shedding skin, turned on hot water.
Water poured, melting neck to shoulders to lower back.
Shoulders especially... knotted constantly, thanks to it.
No complaints.
Fixed turtle neck, ditched glasses.
Can't whine over shoulder pain.
Lose some, gain some.
Slumped fully under the spray.
Head foggy.
Tensed up, now loose—mind scattered.
Today's toll. Acted casual, but tensed hard.
Quietly replayed events.
"...Pfft."
Laughter slipped out.
Yeah. Gotta admit it.
Streaming was honestly fun.