[Do you know the power hierarchy of the Demon Lord Army? The eastern savior (Est Asha) is ranked first, her maid Ruri is second, and King Alzahab is only third.]
At that time, I thought it was just a joke that the Demon Lord Army prisoners made for fun.
Hero Klaus crawled desperately on the ground, groaning in pain.
From the large gash on his abdomen, deep crimson blood soaked the ground.
Shadows loomed around him. The girl dressed in plain clothes appeared through his blurred vision.
Black hair, black eyes. If one were to make a composite drawing to identify the perpetrator, even if that person were an emperor, they wouldn’t stand out enough to land a punch.
“The ranking of the Demon Lord Army is determined by power… cough!”
“It seems you know me.”
Strangely, the girl’s mouth didn’t move.
The unpleasant sensation of a language made of mana being forcibly shoved into his brain made Klaus grimace as much as he could.
The unidentified magic cast by that girl swept away the elite demon extermination squad.
Around Klaus, there were already many corpses of the elite members clad in black uniforms.
“How old are you…?”
“Fifteen.”
“That age would be long past the time to be called a hatchling. Silvia and Remilia must already be dead… So am I the last one?”
“I received orders from my mother to kill you and then commit suicide here.”
“Mother is insane… You are all heartless and merciless. Huh?”
“…”
As Klaus let out a gasp, Ruri quietly approached and knelt.
The girl’s moist lips came close to his ear for the first time.
Whispers revealing all the truths struck his eardrum in succession.
“…!”
At that moment, the air felt heavy, and Klaus’s eyes trembled like a young deer.
Ruri swallowed her tears and continued to speak calmly.
“And contrary to what you think, my mother is not as strong as you assume. Certainly not a cold-blooded person either.”
“She enjoys silly jokes and pranks, and she’s obsessed with meat dishes and sweet desserts.”
“She loves swordplay and magic, and she’s especially fond of sparring, but if I spill even a bit of blue blood, she worries so much that she can’t sleep that night.”
“She delights in mindless praise and doesn’t know what to do when she hears slander, only bottling it up. Such a foolish person…”
“Is she really the person you all hate so much?”
Klaus’s mouth remained tightly shut.
What was most shocking was the fact that that pure-blooded dragon girl was now crying.
Seeing Klaus’s foolish expression, Ruri harshly grabbed his neck.
“That’s why you were abandoned, Klaus Vanaport. How I wish I could have been the disciple when my mother first took one in, rather than a traitor like you!”
“Cough…! Ugh!”
Black scales erupted from the back of his hand, greedily absorbing the surrounding mana.
Klaus desperately tried to wrap his aura around his neck for protection, but the barrier shattered with a loud crash.
“That’s right, Klaus. My mother has once wished to live a life like yours. Did you know that?”
Klaus looked at Ruri in disbelief.
“Did my master want to be a hero…?”
The princess of a nation, now relying on the Demon Lord Army, wanted to be a hero like him?
But Ruri rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders.
“No, rather than a hero… a drama queen? A celebrity? It’s all the same. It’s become a fleeting dream because of you.”
“Cough!”
“Well then, goodbye…”
* * *
The sword at his waist emitted a deep resonance.
Colorless steel emanated an intense blue light to announce its presence.
Both allies and enemies widened their eyes, seemingly forgetting what to do next.
[NoName has defeated Ro Dante.]
The combined gaze of eleven people made Klaus draw his sword and recite a line he’d heard somewhere before.
“Ah— that cool yet heavy sensation. But how many years has it been?”
“Whooooaaa, stole it! Kill them all!”
“I took it! I took it! Go go go go go!”
“How did you steal this? You’re crazy, NoName! You’re really the best!”
The early stages of Multiplayer in World of Arsteria proceeded as a low-power fantasy story, but when gameplay reached 20 minutes or, more extremely, 30 minutes, things changed drastically.
It transformed into a super-powered battle that simply ignored the laws of physics, with attacks that dealt critical hits just by grazing.
And now.
For those who defeated the ‘Ro Dante’ appearing as a third Object, the success of parrying would lead to an adjusted evaluation and trigger the passive skill “Mist Stab,” which corresponds to 1000% of the spell power.
To create a tanky Kariri, my spell power, riding the extreme healing tree, is 6450.
In other words, if I succeed in parrying, even wrapping around with the utmost defensive wisdom, I can expect at least 60,000 damage.
This means that a super porcupine capable of melting even a tank in a single blow is now complete.
Receiving longing glances from Kariri and Han Yong-cheol, I chased after the retreating enemies.
“Almost there! We won!”
“Kill them all! Make it 3-0 in the finals!”
“No, no! It’s not over yet! Focus, focus!”
Confident of victory were Browny and Simsim Man.
On the other hand, Han Yong-cheol, who desperately wanted to win, kept urging his teammates to concentrate, but the corners of his mouth were already reaching the heavens.
“Clear the way! The Invincible Double Glory team is coming through! Let’s go, Nameya!”
Pointing at the towering Wigrasil with five sharp claws, Kariri shouted with a voice full of joy.
“Phew. In the past, just drawing my sword made everyone tremble like this.”
Memories of the past emerged.
Feeling a fleeting sense of omnipotence lived under the name Esteria, I stomped the ground and dashed forward.
Every observation camera and spotlight flying in the sky focused intensely on me.
Was the observer starting to sense the end of the game?
I imagined the audience who would be watching through the lenses and confirmed that after the fourth set, there were 460,000 viewers. Had it surpassed 500,000 now?
It was an unimaginable number.
It seemed the population of the Britannia Republic in my previous life was around that range, and imagining the attention of the whole nation sent chills down my spine.
It was an unfamiliar sensation.
I wanted to finish the game quickly and experience the cheers and applause of the audience with my whole body.
Initially, I had participated in the tournament just to garner attention, but the game became so enjoyable that it became a problem.
Perhaps due to my dense Korean blood, having many people with me was much more exhilarating than being alone.
With names, identities, and pasts all erased, starting life anew from the very beginning.
The teammates accompanying me felt so precious that I almost teared up, but now was not the time for that.
The trumpet signaling the start of the final battle echoed loudly.
At this moment, let’s enjoy it together.
There is nothing better than turning this current moment into a past form to awaken the preciousness of everyday life.
Now, I ran towards the enemy lines alongside my comrades to seize victory.
At that moment, I charged towards the enemy lines with my comrades and seized victory.
Suddenly, emotions of joy and sorrow surged up from deep within my chest.
[Are you satisfied?]
Suddenly, a nostalgic voice came through the fierce gust of wind, sounding like an auditory hallucination.
Whose voice could it be? Niobe? Silvia? Ruri?
Whoever it was, the answer would be the same.
“You’re still far from it.”
The reception that Seole-a’s daughter would receive shouldn’t end here.
Caressing the beautiful hilt, I raised the sword high above my head.
The blade, infused with the brilliant colors of sunset, served as the prow of a ship setting forth to discover a new continent.
““Uwoooah!””
“Whoa, surprising!”
“Wow, what is this?”
Cheers erupted from the NPC soldiers following us.
Leading an army, the periodic roaring coincidentally matched the timing perfectly.
“The heavens are being torn apart today! Don’t you agree?”
As Kariri said.
There were days when it felt like anything was possible.
When surviving from the enemy dive like Silph, or consecutively hitting hellish choices during sparring, the atmosphere in this battle was solely focused on our team.
All conditions aligned perfectly.
All that remained was to swing the sword.
It took only an instant for my feet to leave the ground.
I used a skill to twist my body in mid-air for added propulsion.
When the finesse of the technique blended with a power that ignored the laws of physics, it gained a remarkable speed.
With the 400-year-old Kaizen-style swordsmanship prepared, I aimed at the enemy firmly clutching their shield.
[Kaizen-style Wrist Cut]
[system: Mittlehauw判定]
Bam-!
The horrible explosion brushed past my ears.
The enemies, flung back from the strong impact, widened their eyes in shock.
As the hazy cloud of dust settled,
Before long, my Schiavona had precisely pierced his chest.
“Good job.”
To think one could block a strike containing the essence of an entire nation with just a shield was an arrogant idea.
Only Ruri would know that many cities had fallen like that.
Today, I found myself thinking about Ruri more often.
She was a pitiful girl who would need a hundred apologies for meeting someone like me.
“NoName! Quick with that line!”
“Huh?”
“Nameya, do that thing, that!”
“Hurry! The game will end soon!”
“Come on, that! We need to do it fast! The voice will get cut off soon!”
A camera flew directly in front of my face.
Through the lens, a gigantic tree in the background suddenly splintered.
All the leaves burned away, and black ash covered the soil, turning the entire area into ruins.
A line permitted only to the champions of World of Arsteria.
Whether it was for the Champions Cup, ACK, or whatever event hosted by Twish, in the world of World of Arsteria, there would always be just one ‘Wigrasil,’ an unchanging truth.
Our tree remains intact.
So what about the other one?
Clearing my throat, I extended my index finger toward the camera.
“Ahem… Sign it immediately! Your Wigrasil is just a big tree!”
* * *
The afterglow of victory feels long when measured by a day and short when measured by a week.
However, one thing is certain: the public who watched the match that day couldn’t leave their seats easily.
“Waahhhh!”
Clap, clap, clap—
As the champions of each event began to appear one by one on the set prepared in virtual reality for the awards ceremony.
The first to receive a standing ovation was the team that achieved ‘loss-loss-win-win-win’ in LoL.
Please, the champions consisted of only four clan members.
They were a team initially rated to be overwhelming, yet they were still underestimated due to not having a single pro.
Transcending everyone’s doubts with a perfect tournament sweep, they metamorphosed into the overwhelming favorites, yet the dynamic band-picking of the opposing team caused them to lose the first two sets, triggering reactions of ‘I knew it’ or ‘Is it really this way?’
Yet the narrative was always correct.
With NoName’s personal showmanship, the almost miraculous Arsteria play unfolded. The overwhelming firepower of the Star-Destroyer burned the battlefield, and criticisms emerged about whether they truly needed to release the girl blinded by revenge.
And the much-anticipated fifth set.
By showcasing the 0% pick-rate, on-dill Irelia against the team prepared for the Asteria match-up, a reverse victory and reverse sweep was achieved, perfectly capping off the demise.
– Huh? NoName isn’t here?
– Why are there four people?
– Is he coming out later as part of the WoA team?
– Seems that way, hahahaha
– I’m not two bodies!
– Bring two NoNames!!! No, make six of them to participate!
The audience, noticing NoName’s absence, began to return to the seats assigned in the stadium.
“Next up is the championship-winning team of the 2051 Season 1 Twish Return Challenge! Let’s give a warm welcome to Blory! Everyone, please give a big round of applause!”
The caster did not allow them any leisure.
Finally, NoName, who had shown the most definitive and impressive performance among the 179 streamers, revealed himself.
-Woah, what is this?
-Ha huh huh huh, hilarious
-Is there only garbage in the audience? hahahaha
-This place feels like a trash incinerator in public
-NoName is ridiculously insane
-Is this even a human?
-I love you, NoName!!!!!
└ Whoa…! haha, me too, haha.
└ Are these guys crazy?
-Fck, if NoName doesn’t get the Final MVP, I’ll launch a DDoS attack!
-The educational background of NoName’s viewers is exceptionally high.
-At least the host is a chump, right?
└ Oh, I see?
└ That’s true, haha.
As time passed presenting the highlights of each game and the MVP, the moment everyone had been waiting for approached.
“With Letterbox, Intel, and Almighty, we will now present the flower of the 2051 Season 1 Return Challenge & Demise awards ceremony! Let’s shine a light on the total MVP of the most fiercely contested match! Yaaaaaah! An absolutely fantastic player! Is the person you guessed correct? The total MVP is! Let’s go right to it! No! Name! Sincere congratulations!”
-Kyaaaaah
-Quickly pass down the Shata!
-NoName! NoName! NoName! NoName! NoName! NoName!
-The dogwood shoots up! The dogwood shoots up! The dogwood shoots up!
-Is this real? The first to win two MVPs? My heart feels so grand!
-This guy should just be locked up and made to play games, haha.
-Does NoName like kimchi dumplings?
-There’s nothing you can’t say to a kid, haha.
-PLEASE, be a pro, NoNameㅠㅠㅠㅠ
-So cute, huhㅠㅠㅠㅠ
-In this world, there exists a deity, and that deity’s name is NONAME.
-Na-amen
-Na-amen
-Na-amen
-150,000 out of 550,000 are foreigners, whoa.
-Is everyone really here just to see NoName?
-The ripple effect is amazing haha.
-Oh, this tournament was so fun.
-Without NoName, wouldn’t Kariri technically be the MVP?
└ Surprisingly, Resonance ended too simply.
-Kariri did well, but I don’t know about a total MVP.
-This final was legendary.
-Whoa, NoName is jumping up onto the podium.
-Someone put a jump sound effect in there! Haha.
“Kyaaaaah, today, LoA and LoL are both soaring! It’s insane! So, who is the total MVP?”
Receiving the microphone, Name.
The expression that had been consistently emotionless began to fade slightly.
The bags under his eyes lifted, allowing us to see a bright, joyful smile spread across his face.
“Hello, I am… Just a moment.”
Name tied his loose hair back into two under twin tails.
“Hello, I am NoName, a gaming broadcaster on Twish.”
At the moment when 550,000 spectators’ focused gaze was upon him, his neatly closed pink lips began to move.
“My name is Noname. Nice to meet you.”
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