Chapter 63
Chapter 63
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: Gregory's Ghost Island
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💬 STREAM CHAT - Oh~ Instant trade? Gregory's Ghost Island was a battlefield where scattering and acting solo was far preferable to sticking together as a team.
This was because the altars and relic fragments needed for victory were scattered irregularly across the entire island.
Therefore, it was far more efficient for players to spread out and search the island individually rather than moving in groups.
Of course, going solo ramped up the risks just as much.
Ghosts patrolling every corner of the map and enemy players who could pop up anytime within the narrowed field of view were prime examples.
Especially if you ran into a bunch of enemies—your odds of escaping alive were next to none.
The ghosts were no different.
You could handle one or two alone without much trouble, but once they started swarming, it was overwhelming for a single player.
The trickiest part? These ghosts reacted to sounds.
Take out one ghost, and the noise would draw more. Most players avoided combat with them altogether from the start.
In the end, the most efficient way to scour Ghost Island was clear: suppress noise as much as possible, move stealthily, and dodge unnecessary fights.
That was the textbook strategy for conquering the island.
-CLANG!
Not blaring like this and advertising, "Hey, I'm right here!"
"What the hell is this guy...?"
GM Rio from the operations team, overseeing the match between Nice Squad and Our Game's Still Alive, couldn't hide his shock at the scene unfolding in-game.
Nice Squad had to make it to the finals for the tournament's hype and promotion—no question about it.
But one of their team members was pulling off something utterly insane.
A saintess character gleefully banging a gong, summoning every ghost in the vicinity.
In the midst of the island's eerie silence and gloom, she alone was throwing a one-woman festival.
Well, not quite alone anymore.
-CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
-KIIEEEEEEK!
Ghosts drawn by the racket were charging in to rip her flesh from her bones—
Definitely not a solo party now.
"What the hell is she thinking?"
Ghosts on Ghost Island were designed to be avoided, not fought—their HP and attack power reflected that.
With an instrument that couldn't use offensive skills outside of mobility options, there was no way to take them on.
[KYAAAH!]
In the end, the saintess character crumpled to the island floor, shredded by the ghosts' razor claws.
Respawns were possible on Gregory's Ghost Island due to the map's mechanics.
But—
"Even if she respawns, she'll just die again...!"
Dozens of ghosts were already blanketing her corpse.
The brief invincibility on respawn wouldn't be enough to break that encirclement—it seemed impossible.
No, even if she did escape, it was already a huge loss.
[2/8] Soira, the searcher and leader of the enemy team Our Game's Still Alive, had already secured two relic fragments.
Meanwhile, her side hadn't even found a single fragment and was barely clinging to survival amid the ghost horde.
"Ah... This is a problem."
He hated to root against Our Game's Still Alive, but for the tournament's success, Nice Squad needed to win.
He had no intention of rigging the match as an ops staffer.
But cheering? That could be biased.
"What the fuck is that idiot doing...?!"
That's why the saintess from Nice Squad pulling this troll move grated on Kang Bada so much right now.
[Saintess Nice] "Saintess Nice... Feels familiar... Ah—"
Saintess Nice. He'd definitely heard the name before.
A bizarre player who leveled only saintess characters—mains, subs, even the alt accounts called "barracks" for resource farming.
The Nice Squad meme originated from that player's nick, so the community-sensitive Ias ops team knew it well.
Especially since Saintess Nice had been the target of nonstop community demands for bans as a "gold farmer," sticking in their minds.
Surprisingly clean, though—no confirmed illegal cash trades.
"No way that's the same player..."
To Kang Bada, Saintess Nice had just been a pitiful user caught in community mobbing—a saintess enthusiast.
But that view had just flipped.
[3/8] Her antics were about to cost Nice Squad the entire first set.
While Soira from Our Game's Still Alive nabbed another fragment, Saintess Nice's respawn timer filled up.
Her character slowly rose on-screen.
And at that moment—
-KIIEEEEEEK!
The remaining ghosts around her lunged in unison.
In her hands: a brass gong and striker.
Around her: dozens of ghosts primed to tear her apart.
The same massacre from moments ago was about to repeat.
But—
"Huh?"
What hit Kang Bada's ears wasn't—
The saintess character's agonized scream,
Nor the grisly sound of claws rending flesh.
-BOOM!
Just a massive explosion.
"Battle item...?"
On some annihilation maps like this, players started with one limited-use battle item.
On Gregory's Ghost Island, with visibility so limited that teammates couldn't spot each other, the standard play was firing off the "signal flare" item in key moments.
But Saintess Nice's battle item wasn't a signal flare.
-KIIEEEEEEK!
A grenade—no, a holy water grenade, devastatingly effective against undead monsters.
The blast oxidized every ghost in range into light.
Dozens wiped out in one go—she'd racked up a ton of soul fragments.
And right in front of her? A shaman NPC ready to trade those fragments.
"No way... She lured them on purpose?"
This couldn't be coincidence.
Pure, calculated play.
"Whoa."
Suddenly, Kang Bada recalled a coworker's tale.
Some unhinged player blowing up the community lately with mad antics.
A build treating Perfect Guard—meant as a last resort—as the core,
And weaponizing the stun from an instrument made half-jokingly for PvP.
Buried in work back then, Kang Bada had brushed it off as "another weirdo."
But now he was sure.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ <Saintess Nice> paid soul fragments to the Ghost Island shaman. The Ghost Island shaman cast the curse of <Deafness> on team: Our Game's Still Alive! "...She's nuts."
That lunatic his coworker mentioned? Her.
[??? : Soul fragments... sufficient...] ⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ <Saintess Nice> paid soul fragments to the Ghost Island shaman. The Ghost Island shaman cast the curse of <Deafness> on team: Our Game's Still Alive! 💬 Comments — Anonymous - Oh~ Instant trade? - Wondered why she started with a grenade... this was the plan?? - Thought she was done for dying to ghosts lol upvote if you did too ㅋㅋ On the fog-shrouded Ghost Island, where visibility was crap, sound was everything—you couldn't ignore it.
She'd burned a little time gathering soul fragments, but now the enemy team had to compete deafened.
["Oh, nice!"]
["What? Everything's so damn quiet?"]
All in all, a solid trade.
"Found the shaman quick."
Faster than any practice run, she'd hit the shaman NPC,
And the curse timing on the enemy was record-breaking.
But the enemy had prepped their own Ghost Island strat.
Assuming they'd secured at least two fragments already, she needed to hustle.
'If they're really good... they might have three by now.'
Trudging through the fog hunting fragments, she glanced at chat.
💬 Comments — Viewer - But is Deafness that big a curse? - No sound on Ghost Ship = can't regroup - Signals and spotting enemies all rely on sound lol no hearing = screwed ㅋㅋ Chat scrolling with reactions to her play.
Mostly awe.
A smug grin tugged at her lips.
— Viewer - Why not just grenade first instead of dying to ghosts? Not everyone, though.
Match was in a lull now—time to explain, even if she should focus.
Ding.
Mute wouldn't bug the team,
Short clarification was fine.
Not like she needed to clap back.
"Why die to ghosts once? In case enemies heard the gong and came sniffing."
Ghost Island had hyper-narrow vision, but sound range matched normal maps.
Sounds from outside view let you read the fog.
"Grenade and shaman trade mid-setup? If enemies jumped me, disaster."
Instruments dealt 1 damage—suppressing foes? Nah.
Ghost fence first for a buffer,
Stable even if enemies lurked.
"Eh, ended up shadowboxing though."
No enemies, just wasted time.
— Viewer - Oh right - Makes sense - Explaining mid-match lol - Real streamer vibes Mobility-loaded skills made snagging fragments a breeze.
[5/8] Five already.
["Found the altar!"]
["We got two fragments now, Saintess."]
"I have five."
Suha and Eder-senpai had the altar and two fragments— one last piece to link up, and victory was theirs.
"Can we really avoid the enemy this long?"
Heading into a half-collapsed ruin for the final fragment—
-Shhhk!
"Holy shit—!"
The enemy team's assassin burst from the fog inside the ruin.
— Viewer - Oof fml - Wtf dude - He was camping "Jeez, scared me..."
Good reaction—mobility spaced her out.
But facing the enemy searcher with a fight-unfriendly gong.
Die with five fragments? Victory gone.
"Ran into their assassin."
["What? Can you escape?"]
"Gotta try."
-Shhhk!
No sooner said, the assassin charged again.
Not a sneaky ruin ambush this time—full-frontal dash.
[Hah!]
Easier to react than before.
Mobility again—distance made.
Standoff. Her choice?
-CLANG!
Gong strike.
-CLANG! CLANG!
Twice.
-CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Three, four, nonstop—
Blasting the sound everywhere.
As loud as possible.
-KIIEEEEEEK!
-KYAAAAH!
Ghosts overwhelmed by noise swarming from the fog.
But you can't hear shit.
-Shhhk!
Clueless to his doom, the assassin lunged, dagger at her throat.
All-in mobility dump on this strike.
[Grh!]
Unavoidable—she ate the hit.
HP: 21%
HP tanked instantly.
One more hit, and down.
But—
"You're out of mobility?"
She wouldn't handle the assassin.
-KYAAK!
Ghosts pouring from all sides, shredding the fog.
Assassin panicking, flailing—
[Hah!]
>[Iyap!]
She'd saved hers—burned them all to bail.
"Have fun~"
The abandoned assassin? Well...
[GAAAH!]
Partying with ghosts, no doubt.
-KIIEEK!
[UWAHHH!]
Claws on flesh and dagger slices echoing from the fog.
Invisible, but getting along great.
⭐ Top Comment — Viewer - Wow - This crazy bitch ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ - Holy shit lololololol She'd kinda bonded in that scrap.
Sending him off barehanded felt rude—time for a funeral march.
-Clang! Clang! Clang-clang-clang! Clang-clang-clang-clang! Clang-clang!
Gong 11-tap to a nationalist beat.
"...Oh, right."
Then it hit her.
Pointless.
"He can't hear..."
Poor guy.
— Viewer - Real demon spawn? - Never imagined winning like this - Assassin so tragic... - You killed him you killed him you killed him - Huh? Ghosts did it no? - ???: Did I? Ghosts did lol ㅋㅋ