Chapter 54

EP.54 The Story of the Saint and the Broadcast

While I was engrossed in moving the keyboard and mouse,

I had other thoughts.

As always,

the advantages of the saint's body were not limited to being breathtakingly beautiful.

Every nerve in her body was extremely sensitive,

so even a slight touch to a sensitive area would make her extremely aroused.

When she tried to calm her aroused body by touching it, a wave of intense sensation would overwhelm her,

making it even harder to bear, and she would play around until she forgot the flow of time...

...Huh?

“...?”

No, that's not what I was trying to say.

Let's try again.

Every nerve in her body was extremely sensitive,

which meant her reactions were very quick.

The signals from her brain to her body were transmitted at an unparalleled speed.

It might be good to test her reaction time sometime.

This reaction time is particularly noticeable when playing games,

as the saint has the ability to realize things that I would consider absurd in my own body.

For that reason.

Although I'm not an expert on Einstein,

time is relative, they say.

With just a little concentration, I could do things that would make ordinary people gasp.

If this were to be called talent,

the saint's body was overflowing with talent.

Especially in this game, the standout ability was the ability to consciously interfere at the frame level,

which is one-sixtieth of a second.

I strained my eyes to the limit.

I took in the situation at a glance.

I thought time had slowed down for a moment.

Experiencing slowed time.

Even to me, it seemed like an impossible thought.

Perhaps it was just a feeling.

But it was enough.

To break a person's skull.

Whoosh.

The sound that followed the hammer, which cut through the air, indicated that the attack had failed.

I immediately realized that the targeted head had successfully dodged by a hair's breadth.

Only her short, dull blonde hair flickered in my vision.

I thought it would be hard to dodge what I considered a perfect strike, but he was indeed a skilled user.

Part of the reason was that I was swinging a two-handed blunt weapon without any relevant traits, which imposed a penalty.

Despite the missed attack, my chest was completely exposed,

but I wasn't worried about a counterattack.

He was paying the price for his mouth.

So the combo didn't stop.

The saint's body, as if dragged by the hammer, spun around and launched another attack.

A downward strike motion.

The blow, infused with a spin, was faster and more powerful than before.

Although he was a warrior with traits invested in evasion, he would have to make a quick judgment to perfectly dodge this.

I thought about it at the moment just before inputting the next motion during the attack.

Over the years, I had sparred with him many times, and I knew a few of his minor habits.

In this situation, he would dodge to the right first.

A habit he might not even be aware of.

I delved into his psychology.

And at that moment, I suddenly pressed the Enter key.

It was the chat activation key.

My fingers, which had been twitching like a fish, had long been under my control.

Thanks to the past 'training,' my typing speed had reached a level of mastery.

To the point where I could type a few chat messages in the gaps between motions.

[ Saint: Quiet! ]

And in the next moment,

his intended direction to dodge was clearly visible to my keen eyes.

To the right.

My intuition and insight aligned.

Predicting the next moment with the information accumulated over a long period and the talent-filled body.

It was almost like a different kind of precognition.

I slightly adjusted the direction of the attack.

Sure enough,

his head came into range.

As I brought it down,

I pressed the Enter key again with confidence.

[ Saint: Haseyaa! ]

Clang.

『The Saint has defeated GoldSun.』

[ GoldSun: Kekkai ]

[ Paladin: It's like slaughtering a dog on a hot day ]

[ Paladin: It feels so refreshing ]

[ GuangDongOhHamMa: Lady Saint, you handle the hammer well too ]

[ GuangDongOhHamMa: Would you like to join the BoneCrusher Clan? ]

[ Haribo: You crazy bastards ]

[ Haribo: What are you trying to do by talking about impressions? ]

[ Haribo: You don't think you can win???????????? ]

The mangled head turned to ash and disappeared,

but the blood, containing bone fragments and brain matter, remained.

The character, drenched in it, targeted the next victim.

[ WitchRebecca: Eek ]

While you might think no one would type "eek" in chat,

given that there are people who type "kek" repeatedly,

it wasn't that unusual for users deeply engrossed in concept play.

In a way, it was a joke.

The huddled body looked pitiful, but I had no intention of showing mercy.

Smashing her head, hat and all, was no big deal.

Just like that.

Clang!

『The Saint has defeated WitchRebecca.』

...

[ Saint: Are you going to keep repeating what I said before? ]

[ WitchRebecca: But... ]

[ Saint: But? ]

[ WitchRebecca: It's good ]

[ WitchRebecca: It's really good... ]

[ WitchRebecca: It's the only joy in my life... ]

She needs more education.

Smack!

...

[ GoldSun: Master, please hear my confession, no, my penance ]

[ Saint: Shut up ]

[ GoldSun: Kekkai ]

Smack!

...

Smack! Smack!

Clang!

...

[ WitchRebecca: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't sexually harass anymore, I won't sexually harass anymore, I won't sexually harass anymore, I won't sexually harass anymore, I won't sexually harass anymore, I won't sexually harass anymore ]

[ Saint: Delete all the screenshots you took ]

[ WitchRebecca: . ]

[ Saint: Do you want to die? ]

[ WitchRebecca: I'll delete them... ]

...

[ Saint: Fetch it! ]

[ GoldSun: Hekhekehkek ]

[ Saint: Good boy ]

[ Saint: Good job ]

[ GoldSun: I feel like my dignity as a human being ]

[ GoldSun: Is being shattered, but it must be an illusion ]

[ Saint: The dog is speaking human language? ]

[ GoldSun: Woof woof! Woof woof! ]

[ Saint: Good, good ]

[ Saint: Hand ]

[ GoldSun: Hekhekehkekhekhekhekhekhekhek ]

...

[ Paladin: (Wondering if I can do a mindless core rush) ]

[ Haribo: Do you think I'll allow you to chat in parentheses? ]

[ Haribo: First, I'll block this. Why is this game like this? ]

[ Haribo: She tells me not to troll, but why is she trolling? ]

[ Haribo: Stop team-killing, you crazy bitch. I can't block it anymore. ]

[ GuangDongOhHamMa: Chaos! ]

[ GuangDongOhHamMa: Destruction! ]

[ GuangDongOhHamMa: Break! ]

[ Haribo: It's really fucking terrifying ]

[ Haribo: Why am I the most normal person here? ]

[ Haribo: Why? ]

[ GuangDongOhHamMa: Give up and conform ]

[ GuangDongOhHamMa: By the way, when will you return my weapon?... ]

[ Haribo: Conform yourself, you bastard ]

...

I snapped back to my senses after losing my mind from the human atrocities of exposing dark histories,

when I thought the two's training was over.

Feeling some inexplicable satisfaction from the two who were groveling at my words, I suddenly regained my composure.

...

Oh.

I was in the middle of a game.

A ranked game with points.

A game where I could have won by just breaking the enemy core, but it had become extremely disadvantageous due to my unintended trolling.

It was a natural result that we, including myself, had been fooling around for tens of minutes.

It was impressive that we didn't lose by a reverse defeat.

When I came to my senses, I realized what I had done.

Dark history is dark history,

training is training,

but the game must be won.

I returned the blood-soaked hammer to GuangDongOhHamMa and quietly fulfilled my role as a priest.

...

...

After a long and winding journey,

we managed to turn the tide.

I ignored Haribo's chat, who was shaking with rage, saying it was really despicable.

Of course, I felt a twinge of conscience,

but I soon forgot about it.

Thanks to the message that popped up.

[ Promoted to Yellow 1 in 1v1/2v2 Ranked Games. ]

"Finally..."

A familiar scent.

The smell of home...

I had recovered the points that had been dropping since I entered this body.

It was even touching.

A pleasant sense of relief enveloped me.

It felt like achieving a goal, even though I hadn't set one.

I was tired from the strange people.

Maybe I'll end the game here for today.

I left a message thanking my teammates and the witch I played duo with, and exited the ranked match screen.

I saw the audience shouting that I was ending the stream.

But that's not it.

I just want to take a break.

My head hurts from the strange people who proudly expose others' dark histories.

I closed the client.

I thought I might chat with