Chapter 5: d*e Again and Again
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Mirror Mountain,
At the moment when Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain screamed in shock because of Little Musashi’s sudden betrayal, the viewers in the live streaming room were also collectively petrified by this unexpected turn of events.
In those couple of seconds, they couldn’t even type coherent sentences anymore; all they could manage were a flurry of short phrases.
“Ah ah ah…”
“Dead, totally dead!”
“d*e d*e d*e…”
Against a level 40 epic elite monster, they didn’t even have the right to run away. They could only stand there and await their doom.
Bad luck was the only explanation.
“Dual-wield! Heaven’s Destruction Slash!”
“Slash… slash…”
All that was heard were the muffled sounds of blades cutting through flesh.
“Thud…”
Then followed the sound of heavy objects dropping to the ground.
Little Musashi light-footedly landed behind them, slowly sheathing her katana.
Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain’s faces looked like they had been hit with the pause button, locked in expressions of shock and terror, splitting apart from the top down.
Accompanied by a fountain of bl**d, the two of them literally turned into pixelated patches of d*ath in front of countless viewers, their demise absolutely tragic.
The live streaming room was in collective shock, the audience’s brains going blank.
After a moment, it was as if everyone suddenly woke up and went into a frenzy, typing up a storm.
“Holy cr*p! Strong Brother and Big Sister Rain just got one-shotted?!”
“I can’t be seeing this right! Why did Little Musashi suddenly turn on them?
Haha, guess being a simp doesn’t end well! She just kills when she feels like it, not giving them a single chance!”
“I get it now, Little Musashi is actually a member of the Monster Race, she seemed so innocent, but inside she’s incredibly sinister, toying with Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain the whole time.”
“And now she’s just bored of them.”
“Ah ah… no way, could it be that Little Musashi saved them just to put on a show?”
“How else can we explain Strong Brother and Big Sister Rain being suddenly killed?”
The viewers who had just started following Little Musashi were in a chaotic frenzy. They simply couldn’t accept that their beloved character was a cold-hearted killer.
They’d rather this was all a huge misunderstanding.
But the bloody pixels scattered before their eyes, with Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain’s heads split in half, said otherwise. They were dead, no debate about it.
Even if they wanted to defend her, they were powerless.
The rest of the viewers were continuously sending out furious comments, cursing Little Musashi while the chat room was a complete mess.
Then, someone keenly noticed something peculiar.
“If Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain are already dead, why is the live stream still showing Mirror Mountain? Shouldn’t the scene shift to the nearest resurrection point when they come back to life?”
At first, this question was lost among a sea of trash talk, but as more viewers began to catch on, confusion set in.
In fact, there were viewers who had already reached the nearest resurrection point to Mirror Mountain.
They confirmed that Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain didn’t seem to be reviving anywhere.
So, here comes the problem.
If Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain weren’t dead, then who the heck were those two chopped into four or five pieces by Little Musashi?
Is the game system bugging out?
“Strong Brother, Big Sister Rain? If you’re not dead, just say something in the chat!”
“Yeah, we’re going crazy over here. What the heck is going on?”
“I’m totally lost; my head is spinning.”
As the viewers anxiously awaited, Strong Brother finally responded.
“Weird, I thought I was dead… but right now, I feel like I exist, yet I can’t control my arms and legs at all, it’s like my body is completely disconnected from my consciousness.”
“Spinal injury?”
Cold Little Rain’s voice in the stream was filled with terror, “I feel the same… I’m so scared…”
“Could it be a spirit body?”
“You mean there’s a soul after d*ath in this game? No way, players just respawn, how could there be a spirit body!”
“Could it be that Little Musashi has some special method to prevent players from reviving? Ah ah ah… she must be a necromancer!”
“Hey, buddy, you’re off-track. This is a fairy game, not some Western fantasy world. Where’s the necromancer coming from?”
“Well, it’s a similar kind of profession, just roll with it.”
Just then, Little Musashi, who had been standing all along, suddenly crouched down.
It dawned on them that Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain’s live stream perspective was looking up.
In game streaming, you can choose different angles like back view, 45-degree angle, and main view, with the ability to switch freely during the broadcast.
Right now, their stream was from the main perspective, allowing viewers to clearly see Little Musashi approach them and squat down as if inspecting their “bodies.”
But in the next moment, Little Musashi reached out and lifted them both into the air.
Gasps erupted from the viewers.
Their first thought was that Little Musashi had grabbed their heads.
What was she planning to do? Was killing them not enough; did she need to desecrate them to satisfy her wicked desires?
Before they could process this,
Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain’s screams filled the live stream once more.
The two were spinning wildly in the air under her grip.
She actually threw their heads up into the air!
As the scene flashed past the azure sky, there was a brief pause, and everyone realized that their heads had reached the apex and were about to fall.
“Ah…”
The feeling of being played with like this was absolutely terrible.
But Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain couldn’t even move a finger at this point; they could only watch the dizzying rotation of the surroundings while plummeting.
Little Musashi drew her dual swords again, the cold gleam glaring.
Even though they didn’t understand why they were still streaming and feeling the external world with only half their heads, it seemed like the moment of declaring their deaths had finally arrived… they would soon return to the resurrection point, free from ridicule and humiliation.
Amid the furious condemnations from viewers and the resigned sighs of the two, Little Musashi below spun her blades into a whirlwind, exuding an icy aura as she struck down once more.
“Crack…”
A crisp sound echoed.
The live stream trembled violently, suddenly blacking out as if the power had been cut.
The audience went silent.
Because they knew, even though the two didn’t understand how they could exist in this spirit state for a while, this time, they were undoubtedly dead for good.
Haha, NPC beauty?
From now on, they truly learned one thing: NPCs in games are no different from real people.
Whatever people can do, they can do too, and they might even do it better.
The flower of evil can be magnified infinitely; it becomes a creed for certain NPCs.
“Waaah… Little Musashi, why did you do this… waaah…”
“The clueless persona was supposed to be a thing, waaah…”
Little Musashi’s fans were crying in unison; they couldn’t accept this twist no matter how hard they tried.
“Trash Little Musashi!”
“A sinister woman! She doesn’t see players as real people at all.”
The viewers were filled with righteous indignation.
But at that moment, players at the resurrection point delivered a shocking update.
Strong Brother and Cold Little Rain still hadn’t appeared.
