Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Forgotten Lord Sigmund
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While climbing the long stairs stretching up to the watchtower, I traded idle banter with the chat window.
Skipped the cutscene of ringing the bell from the bell tower top.
Even though some folks insisted not to skip it since it's a new release, I'm not buying it.
If I watch without skipping, you'll complain about that instead, right, you guys?
After a brief loading screen, the castle's layout shifted, revealing a path.
Now it was time to head into the inner citadel.
Normally, you'd shuttle back and forth between the capital's inner and outer areas to push the story, but the detours drag on forever.
As an open-world game, sticking to the main route means twenty hours of exploration flies by in no time.
Can't pull off a 24-hour stream right after debuting, you know.
"Right?"
Unfortunately for some viewers—and fortunately for me—there's a bypass route here.
A skip route I discovered searching speedruns on YouTube.
The skipped bosses do chase you into the inner citadel for a boss rush...
But it looked doable on closer inspection.
"From here, it's back-to-back boss fights, so it'll be comfy, yeah?"
Why? Boss fights beat pathfinding for peace of mind.
Easier to play, easier to stream.
Open world means surprises everywhere and paths to hunt—total chaos.
Boss rooms are sealed off, total relaxation.
Chats simplified to "whoa" and "nice"—easy reading.
Boss moves all kinda samey anyway.
"I've cleared every Asgard boss, so spotting the skeleton tells me the patterns. Easy estimate."
"Meaning... they can't invent fresh patterns every time, yeah? Lots of rehashes—you get it now?"
Ended up prioritizing chit-chat over bosses.
Finally hitting that debut-stream chill vibe.
Boss SFX matched the mellow mood perfectly.
Chatting away, felt like pure just-chatting.
"Anyway, if so."
You guys prefer bold talk over timid stumbles, right?
Early caution got meh reactions; thick-skinned rambling won 'em over.
"First stream, viewer overload unavoidable. Admit?"
See? Everyone digs this.
"Hmm. Train dynamic vision?"
"Uh... born with it?"
"Ah, swears... chat quality for now. Manage later. Just started, Boss said aggro clears tomorrow or next."
"Ack. Sorry."
"No helping it. Debut day—where'd you all hear about this?"
Inwardly wondering if this was crossing a line...
What can ya do.
Too late to fake poise as planned.
Swept up in the 10k-viewer text hurricane—woke up here.
"Honestly, tons don't know VTubers or Odin's Son. Hands up?"
"Hands from folks who showed up for the commotion without knowing what."
"Leading question nice. One slip and it's Valhalla for you—heads up."
Viewers craving thick skin too.
If that's the ask, slap it on gladly.
Ditch the pretense, go full shameless?
"Come on in to Valhalla~"
"Sigh. Can't flash ID here... oh right, showed Boss during contract—take it up with her."
Deep in chatter, BGM swapped again.
Blabbed so much, no clue how the boss dropped.
"Alright. Nearly there."
Stage had shifted to the spire's peak.
Past bosses littered the base.
Chat distraction, yet cleared this many already.
Endgame looming.
Eagle skeleton boss, giant skeleton boss, now humanoid.
"NPC-type boss this time."
Clouds churned around the citadel, lightning crashing down.
A warrior emerged from the thunderheads, sword in one hand, axe in the other.
"What? Why the hype?"
"Why root for him?"
Sensei calls mean he wrecked a lot of folks.
Was it... that tough?
Beat it recently—no standout moments.
Pretty vanilla...
NPC bosses PVP-balanced, limits obvious.
Worried I missed something, but nah.
Approached wary, landed offset.
Parried the boomerang rune axe.
Clean-dodged the seven-hit axe-sword-rune combo.
Gram's thunderbolt? Jump parry.
"Sigurd… my son…"
Mechanical beatdown, three-minute clear.
What. Nada special.
"Nooo. Haha. Kinda hurtful."
"...? What, I'm the hero, he's the boss mob."
"No way!! Why am I the villain!!"
"Puhaha!! Rooting for the boss mob now?"
Absurd, but WWE energy fit.
Manager priv-chatted "edit gold"—handy stuff.
Still no YouTube instinct...
Chatter break over—time to move.
Moving means tough chat reads.
Meaning what?
"Questions? Ahem. Shout 'em out loud."
"Told before... oh wait, first-timers."
"Me, like 7? 8? Older maybe, but remember Mom got job, sent me to neighborhood big bro's often. He had me clear for him."
Sisters easier now, bros tough.
That guy same building.
Childhood pals super tight back then.
Three of us—lil sib too—to playground.
...Oops. Skip that maybe.
Better hush my backstory.
Mix with Kang Ji-min dox later? Chaos.
Liar rep? No recourse.
"Anyway, stuck spots, he'd bring games for me to crack."
"Pfft. Lowkey style cramp. Admit."
Bro might feel robbed.
Odinson bosses ain't kid-mode.
"But thanks to him, prodigy bloomed. Net win. Admit?"
Maybe not robbed then.
Real robbed: me, all-kill then ghosted.
...Huh. Kinda robbed.
I manly headbutted through.
What to do.