The Regressed SSS-Rank Supporter Who Turned Dark - Chapter 85

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#Episode 85
Crack, crackle!
Squelch!
Bones twisted and contorted.
Flesh tore open and split apart.
The jaw stretched downward, and the eyeballs rolled loose from their sockets.
The Internet Broadcasting Platform streamers who had completed their transformation bore no resemblance to humans anymore.
“Until our viewers are satisfied… I will keep killing. The broadcast… continues.”
“Thank you for the donation. Processing your request now.”
“Today’s broadcast… I’ll tear it apart properly for you.”
“Taking missions from chat… now.”
Monsters that grew stronger whenever viewers sent donations.
That was the true nature of the Broadcast Spirits.
And among those Broadcast Spirits, there was one specimen that looked distinctly more powerful.
“100 million… Chairman… thank… you.”
That Broadcast Spirit, once notorious as a famous reckless streamer, continuously bowed in gratitude toward the vicious hook-like selfie stick that had transformed.
The dramatic surge in power from receiving such an enormous donation was plainly visible.
“Chairman’s mission… Cha Eun-sung… acknowledged… sir.”
Streamer Destruction God.
His real name was Song Hak-doo.
A notorious reckless streamer who once roamed the Bucheon Station Area.
He was so infamous that even Eun-sung, who didn’t watch Internet Broadcasting Platform streams, knew his face and name.
He was a figure frequently featured in the news for his outrageous antics—throwing filth at pedestrians, wandering the streets unwashed for months on end, and all manner of scandalous behavior.
Since he boasted considerable connections with Gu Tae-il, his depravity exceeded imagination.
The only difference between him and Gu Tae-il was whether they had become hunters or not.
“Cha Eun-sung… Cha Eun-suuuung―!!!”
Song Hak-doo charged toward Eun-sung.
“Oppa!”
“I’ll handle this, so clean up the rest!”
Eun-sung shouted his response while adjusting his grip on the Slaughter’s Joy.
Whoosh!
A vicious club that could no longer be called a selfie stick flew toward Eun-sung’s head.
Eun-sung sidestepped the attack and slashed Song Hak-doo’s abdomen with the Slaughter’s Joy.
Splurt!
Blackened, putrid blood reeking of decay gushed out in torrents.
“Kwaaaaagh!”
A scream erupted from Song Hak-doo’s mouth.
“Just because you’ve got some money doesn’t mean you’ll become strong. Otherwise, everyone would be a powerhouse.”
Eun-sung muttered coldly as he methodically dismantled Song Hak-doo.
“Kyaaaaaaagh!”
Song Hak-doo was utterly helpless before Eun-sung.
Every attack he threw missed, while each of Eun-sung’s strikes landed as a critical blow.
“If… if the viewers drop… I can’t… AAAAHHHHH!”
It was the moment when Song Hak-doo’s left shoulder was half-severed.
Ching, ching, ching, ching!
Accompanied by a sound like coins dropping from somewhere, Song Hak-doo’s body swelled larger and his wound regeneration accelerated dramatically.
“Chairman! Thank you for the donation!!!”
Song Hak-doo roared.
“Thank you for the 500 million won in total donations! Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty!”
Upon hearing that the donation amount totaled 500 million won, Eun-sung’s face twisted in fury.
“What insane bastard would burn 500 million on this trash broadcast… Ah.”
Eun-sung’s expression hardened as realization dawned.
There weren’t many humans who would pour 500 million won into this grotesque, inhumane broadcast where monsters slaughtered people.
Unless they were some depraved nouveau riche obsessed with snuff films…
Then there was only one culprit.
‘Wi Tae-woong.’
I was certain of the identity of the lunatic who had donated such an enormous sum to Song Hak-doo.
* * *
Viewers always crave something new.
Internet broadcasters have their own unique charm that keeps people watching, but if the content remains identical each time, boredom is inevitable.
After the Nine-Tail Crew seized control of Bucheon and monopolized the Bucheon Station Gate, the Broadcast Spirits’ viewership steadily declined.
What was entertaining about watching Nine-Tail Crew hunters methodically slaughter the Broadcast Spirits once they’d mastered the strategy?
The same characters every time.
The same progression.
And the identical conclusion.
It was natural that interest waned.
However, when the Nine-Tail Crew collapsed and the Bucheon Station Gate opened to ordinary hunters, the Broadcast Spirits’ broadcasts were revived as well.
As new hunters flocked to the Bucheon Station Gate, fresh excitement breathed new life into the stale broadcasts.
New hunters.
Unpredictable developments.
That sensational murder content had been resurrected.
Perhaps that was why.
The Broadcast Spirits’ broadcasts were plastered across the main pages of every Internet Broadcasting Platform.
It was an irresistible phenomenon beyond the platforms’ control.
Even shutting down servers, deleting channels, and permanently suspending the Broadcast Spirits’ accounts couldn’t stop the broadcasts.
Perhaps the Broadcast Spirits’ broadcasts were the urban legends befitting this age…
[Viewer] Wow;; These are real hunters?
[Viewer] Wow;; That woman’s a legit tank;;; She won’t die;;;
[Viewer] Ooh?
A flood of viewer comments poured in.
[Viewer] “Good Luck Tazza” ☜☜☜ Instant Bonus ＄＄ Upon Sign-Up! First Deposit 100% Match Up to 5,000,000 Won! Extra Benefits on Registration!
Amid the chaos, even promotional messages from illegal gambling sites betting on the battle between Eun-sung’s party and the Broadcast Spirits flooded the chat.
[Donated 5,000 won]
[Donated 300,000 won]
[Donated 10,000 won]
[Donated 50,000 won]
[Donated 1,000,000 won]
…
[Donated 2,000 won]
As the number of viewers surged, so did the donations pouring in.
And with each surge in donations, the Broadcast Spirits grew stronger.
“Until our viewers are satisfied… we’ll keep… killing… The broadcast… continues.”
“Thank you for the donations… We’ll… fulfill… your requests.”
“Today’s broadcast… we’ll deliver… a real show.”
“We take… missions from chat.”
Screeeech!
Even more potent ether erupted from the Broadcast Spirits.
The smartphones mounted on selfie sticks had already fused with their faces, becoming part of their very bodies.
Shrieeeek!
The Broadcast Spirits’ assault crashed down upon Ra Si-hyun, Oh Tae-kwon, Kim Seung-hye, and Kim Doo-hyun.
With their newfound strength and accelerated speed, the rookies’ movements grew increasingly frantic and disoriented.
And the viewers’ donations did more than simply strengthen the Broadcast Spirits.
[Viewer] Forget the non-hunter lackey, go after the mage first lol
[Viewer] Kill the mage first, you idiots!
The viewers’ backseat driving guided the Broadcast Spirits’ actions.
“The mage… kill the mage first.”
“Mission: eliminate the mage… commencing now.”
The Broadcast Spirits surged toward Ra Si-hyun in unison.
“Block them!”
“Damn it!”
Kim Seung-hye and Oh Tae-kwon threw themselves in front of Ra Si-hyun.
A mage was the highest priority to protect in any team.
Losing the mage meant the team’s firepower would plummet below half, so as the guardian and warrior, Kim Seung-hye and Oh Tae-kwon had no choice but to desperately shield Ra Si-hyun.
But they were overwhelmed.
“We’ll tear your limbs off first.”
“Why are you interfering with killing the mage?”
There were simply too many Broadcast Spirits.
“Fall back, fall back!”
Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang! Bang bang! Bang!
Kim Doo-hyun unleashed a barrage of gunfire, but the Broadcast Spirits, empowered by viewer donations, withstood the 7.62mm rounds with ease.
“Tch!”
Ra Si-hyun hastily stopped her casting and swung her spiritual sword—her staff—toward the approaching Broadcast Spirit.
Crack!
The staff struck the Broadcast Spirit’s head with brutal force.
“Huh….”
The Broadcast Spirit grinned wickedly, as if amused by the pathetic attempt.
“Now then… let me show you how to beat a mage to death….”
Boom, whoosh!
The Broadcast Spirit unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks toward Ra Si-hyun.
Thud!
Crash!
Ra Si-hyun’s body flew far backward and slammed into a concrete wall.
“Si-hyun!”
Kim Seung-hye gritted her teeth and was about to rush toward Ra Si-hyun when—
Flash!
A brilliant blue flash erupted from the flashlight embedded in the Broadcast Spirit’s face.
Whoooosh!
A powerful chill engulfed Kim Seung-hye.
[Viewer] Oh lol that was sick
[Viewer] Nice haha
[Viewer] Just kill them lol bye~~
The viewers erupted in excitement at the spectacle.
Boom boom boom!
This time, another Broadcast Spirit charged toward the fallen Ra Si-hyun.
“Ah.”
A shadow of despair fell across Kim Doo-hyun’s face.
Even without being a hunter, anyone could see it.
There was no hope.
The Broadcast Spirits, empowered by viewer donations, were far beyond what greenhorns like them could handle.
And their only hope, Eun-sung, was pinned down by Song Hak-doo, who had received hundreds of millions of won in sponsorships….
“Are we dying here? Damn.”
A sigh escaped Kim Doo-hyun’s lips in that moment.
“Close your eyes and cover your ears! Get down!”
Eun-sung’s voice rang out.
* * *
One minute earlier.
“Hah.”
An irritated sigh escaped Eun-sung’s lips as he parried Song Hak-doo’s attack.
“I brought them along with good intentions, and now this is getting in the way.”
Teaching greenhorns was, for someone of Eun-sung’s temperament, rarer than beans in a drought.
But having that disrupted, even Eun-sung couldn’t help but feel displeased.
Moreover, considering Wi Tae-woong’s intentions, my irritation only deepened.
‘Is he really testing me like this?’
Wi Tae-woong wasn’t trying to kill Eun-sung.
If that were truly his intention, there would be no reason for such petty, childish games.
He could have his subordinates eliminate me without a trace, or handle it himself directly.
I knew all too well that in my current state, I was nothing but easy prey to Wi Tae-woong, and I didn’t deny it.
Yet despite that, the fact that Wi Tae-woong went so far as to sponsor Song Hak-doo and intervene was merely a game or a casual probe to gauge my abilities.
‘This makes it hard for me to get close to him too.’
With a cold smile, my gaze fixed on Song Hak-doo as he bore down on me.
“Cha Eun-sunnnnnng―!”
Whoooosh!
A crimson crescent-shaped ether cleaved Song Hak-doo in two.
Red Moon Slash.
A secret technique taught by the card spirit of the Red Moon card.
Splurch!
Boom!
Song Hak-doo’s severed halves collapsed.
Instead of finishing Song Hak-doo, I launched myself forward.
Thud!
Crash!
I saw Ra Si-hyun crumple against the concrete wall.
“Close your eyes! Cover your ears! Get down flat!”
I shouted while drawing three cards from my deck.
“…!”
Oh Tae-kwon, Kim Seung-hye, and Kim Doo-hyun pressed their hands over their ears, squeezed their eyes shut, and flattened themselves against the ground.
Ping, ping, ping!
Rolling, rolling, rolling….
Flash grenades.
Devices crafted primarily from crystal etherium with transparent crystalline properties.
Flash, flash, flash!
Screeeee―!
Three flash grenades detonated in succession, paralyzing the Broadcast Spirits’ sight and hearing.
‘Now.’
I shot forward like an arrow.
Whoosh!
Thunk!
Slaughter’s Revelry danced its blade of carnage.
The target was the face.
The smartphone stuck to it.
Splooooorch!
Gray brain matter and blackened blood gushed out in torrents.
Crack!
The smartphone embedded in the Broadcast Spirit’s face shattered.
Fzzzt, fzzzzzt.
Black and white static flickered across the split screen.
Eun-sung wove between the Broadcast Spirits, swinging Slaughter’s Joy with devastating precision.
Thud!
Zzzzzzzzzzzzz!
Massive quantities of Etherium cascaded down with each fallen Broadcast Spirit.
At last, Eun-sung’s footsteps came to a halt.
Eun-sung gave Slaughter’s Joy a sharp flick!
Splatter!
Brain matter and droplets of blood flew from the blade.
Behind Eun-sung’s back, not a single Broadcast Spirit remained alive.
It was annihilation in an instant.
And the result.
[Viewer] Wow…
[Viewer] Insane;;;
[Viewer] Chills
[Viewer] ?
[Viewer] Insanely strong…
[Viewer] Goosebumps;;;;;;;;;;;
[Viewer] One-shot what;;;
[Viewer] ;;;
[Viewer] Just crazy;;;
[Viewer] ????
The sole surviving Broadcast Spirit.
Song Hak-doo’s broadcast chat exploded.

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