Disaster-Level Player Is Too Good at Broadcasting-Chapter 74: « Where The Tower Gets The Name Abyss [4] »

[Bonus Chapter for 60 Golden Tickets ~ refer to the Author’s Reward system.]

Jung Hyeonwoo was still suspended in the air, the marble hands of the Arbiter’s staff crushing his ribs.

Then, a blur of maroon cut through the white feathers of a diving General.

Rip.

The one-winged angel was bifurcated vertically. Its essence didn’t even have time to turn to ash before a second, then a third maroon-clad figure appeared from the shadows of the broken pillars.

Kim Jin.

He moved without a sound, his black hair swept back by the sheer velocity of his sprint. He didn’t look at the trapped rankers nor look at the barrier.

His gaze was fixated at the Arbiter.

『[SKILL ACTIVATION]: AVATAR』

Five light-red holograms flickered into existence around him.

Each clone held a short, straight blade that pulsed with the same dull, rhythmic red as their bodies.

Kim Jin leaped.

The six versions of him hit the barrier simultaneously.

CRACK-SHATTER.

The 「Judgment」 dome, which had resisted the combined might of twenty rankers, developed a spiderweb of fractures at the point of impact. Kim Jin didn’t stop and kicked off the air...a double jump powered by a mana burst and drove his blade into the fracture.

The barrier exploded into shards of light.

The pressure release sent the trapped rankers sprawling into the black tar. Hyeonwoo hit the ground, gasping as the marble hands finally released his throat.

"Kim Jin!" Leonhardt shouted, coughing up gray dust.

Kim Jin didn’t acknowledge him. He landed on the liquid surface of the terrace, his boots coated in the Void-tar, but he didn’t sink. His mana was concentrated entirely in his soles, repelling the erasure.

The Arbiter turned its faceless hood toward him. The six golden eyes above its head stopped spinning and focused on the maroon-clad intruder.

『[BOSS]: THE SILENT ARBITER IS DIRECTING 「THE THIRD COMMANDMENT: SACRIFICE」 AT PLAYER ’KIM JIN’.』

White chains erupted from the interlocking hands of the Arbiter’s staff. They moved like snakes, seeking the heat of a living soul.

Kim Jin vanished.

A red hologram took his place, the chains wrapping around it and crushing it into a burst of red static. The real Kim Jin appeared three meters to the left, already mid-swing. His blade carved a line across the Arbiter’s worn cloak.

Gold-colored ichor sprayed across the stone.

The Arbiter screamed and tilted its head, and the four wings on its back expanded, the feathers detaching to become thousands of bone-needles.

While the rankers scrambled to regroup under the rain of bone, the battle shifted to the edges of the terrace.

The nine porters, who had been shielded by the barrier earlier, were now exposed.

The Generals one-winged angels saw the easy prey. They ignored the rankers and dived for them.

Kim Yechan scrambled backward, his boots slipping on the slick stone.

"Move! Get to the pillars!" Woonhee shouted, her eyes darting between the falling weapons and the incoming monsters.

Yechan gripped the straps of his heavy crate. He was an awakened, but his rank was a joke.

A bottom-tier utility type meant for carrying, not killing.

A General dived. Its single wing snapped shut like a folding fan, focusing its weight into a piercing point.

Yechan tripped.

He fell flat on his back, the heavy crate pinning his chest. The General was five meters away, its talons extended, aiming for his throat.

"Damn it—"

Yechan squeezed his eyes shut.

THUD.

A heavy, physical weight slammed into the ground in front of him.

A red hologram of Kim Jin stood over him, its blade locked against the General’s talons. The friction created a high-pitched screech that set Yechan’s teeth on edge.

The clone drove its elbow into the center of the general’s chest.

The creature’s ribcage collapsed.

Kim Jin’s clone grabbed the back of its neck and slammed it face-first into the stone floor.

CRUNCH.

The General dissolved into black mist.

The clone stood there, his back to Yechan. His maroon trench coat was splattered with gold ichor and black ash. He didn’t turn around or offer a hand.

He just stood there, his shoulders rigid.

"Hyung..."

Although there was no mouth movement from the clone, Kim Jin’s voice was low, cutting through the sounds of the distant boss fight

"I thought we agreed for you to stop doing this."

The words carried a sharp, jagged edge of annoyance that felt heavier than the Arbiter’s gravity.

Yechan stayed on the ground.

The brim of his blue baseball cap was pulled low, casting a deep shadow over his eyes.

His fingers, calloused and stained with dust, dug into the dirt between the stone slabs.

He didn’t look up.

"Jin-ah..."

Yechan started, his voice barely a whisper.

"Don’t."

Kim Jin’s clone finally turned his head slightly, his profile sharp against the glowing light of the terrace.

It’s eyes were focused on the Arbiter, which was currently trading blows with three red clones in the distance.

The clone looked toward Park Woonhee, who was crouched ten meters away behind a fallen statue. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Woonhee-ssi!"

Woonhee looked up, her expression guarded.

"Take him. Keep him with the other porters."

It was a brutal thing to say, but the lack of emotion in his voice made it sound like a simple logistical fact.

Kim Jin didn’t wait for a response.

The clone blurred into motion sprinting back toward the Boss.

Woonhee ran over, grabbing Yechan by the arm and hauling him to his feet.

"Come on."

She said, her voice softer than Kim Jin’s but urgent.

"We need to move before the second wave of bone-needles hits."

Yechan let himself be pulled.

He moved like a puppet with cut strings, his heavy exo still strapped to his back.

He didn’t look at the back of the maroon coat disappearing into the fray.

He kept his head down, the brim of his cap hiding the way his lower lip trembled.

"I’m sorry..."

Yechan muttered.

The words were so quiet they were lost to the wind, meant for no one but the stone beneath his feet.