Disaster-Level Player Is Too Good at Broadcasting-Chapter 77: « Peter the Great! »

The white beam from the sniper rifle traveled and erased the air in its path.

KWAA-BOOM!

The shot struck the Demonic Arbiter’s chest dead center. The impact didn’t result in a simple explosion; it was a localized collapse of space. The patchwork of wings and sewn mouths was sucked into a vacuum of white energy before being violently expelled outward in a spray of black ichor and gray feathers.

A hole the size of a man’s torso yawned open in the monster’s chest.

Sasha didn’t pause to admire the carnage. She stood her ground, the massive rifle dissolving back into green pixels as she immediately manifested her silver Deagles. Her arms were trembling from the kickback, and thin lines of blood leaked from the corners of her eyes—a price for channeling a Level 3 Stigma.

"Eat shit and die, you holy freak!" she spat.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each shot was timed to the millisecond. She wasn’t aiming for the head. She was systematically widening the hole in its chest, blowing off the secondary wings that tried to shield the wound. The explosive energy of the bullets turned the monster’s interior into a slurry of shredded meat.

The Arbiter shrieked, its thousand mouths opening in a synchronized wail of agony. The black sludge within its body surged, trying to knit the flesh back together.

"Sasha! Don’t let it close!" Kim Jin’s voice cracked across the terrace.

He was already moving. Six red holograms blurred around him, acting as a human shield against the rain of bone-needles the monster was still discharging. He had his eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through the black smoke and the spray of gold blood.

"It’s shifting!" Kim Jin shouted. "Look at the cavity—three o’clock! A golden pulse!"

Sasha squinted. Deep within the mess of ribs and wings, a faint, crystalline glow was darting upward toward the monster’s shoulder. It looked like a jagged diamond made of solidified light.

"That’s the heart," Kim Jin muttered. "The rest is just a shell. Sasha, hit it again! Blow the whole right side into chunks! If that crystal has room to move, we’ll never kill it!"

Sasha wiped the blood from her lip, a feral grin spreading across her face. "You want chunks? I’ll give you a goddamn butcher shop. Cover me, Jin!"

『[STIGMA ACTIVATION: LEVEL 3.5]』

『[NARRATIVE OVERRIDE: THE IRON FLEET OF THE BALTIC]』

Sasha slammed her hands together. The green energy around her didn’t just flicker; it solidified into a deep, oceanic teal. The air grew heavy with the scent of freezing salt water.

Behind her, the spectral muzzles of twenty massive naval cannons materialized. They weren’t the bronze field pieces from before. These were the heavy iron guns of a flagship, their bores wide enough to swallow a man.

"One last hit, my ass," Sasha growled, her voice dropping into a register that vibrated with the power of an Emperor. "I’m turning this Floor into a cemetery."

The Demonic Arbiter sensed the danger. It abandoned its attempt to regenerate the chest and focused everything on movement. Its wings beat with a frantic, uneven rhythm, dragging its massive body across the tar in a desperate zigzag. The golden crystal darted from the shoulder to the thigh, then behind the spine.

"It’s too fast!" Yechan yelled from the staircase, his knuckles white as he gripped the stone.

"Jin!" Sasha screamed.

Kim Jin didn’t answer with words. He threw his blade into the air.

『[SKILL ACTIVATION]: 「MIRAGE COLLAPSE: TWELVE GATES」』

Twelve red holograms appeared in a perfect circle around the Arbiter. They didn’t attack. They lunged inward, grabbing the monster’s wings, its limbs, and its many necks. They acted as living anchors, their physical forms flickering as they were dragged along the stone, but they held.

The Arbiter was pinned for a heartbeat.

"Fire!" Kim Jin roared.

Sasha’s hands dropped.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!

The naval barrage hit the Arbiter like the fist of a god. The entire center of the terrace vanished in a cloud of blue fire and pulverized stone. The monster didn’t just fall; it was disassembled. Wings were torn from sockets. The patchwork torso was shredded into dozens of separate, quivering chunks of meat.

But the crystal was still there.

It tumbled through the air, glowing with a desperate, frantic light, trying to find a piece of meat large enough to latch onto and begin the regeneration process. It flew toward the severed head of the Arbiter, which was rolling across the tar.

Kim Jin was already there.

He didn’t use a clone. He didn’t use a blade. He sprinted through the blue fire, his maroon coat charring at the edges.

The crystal reached the head just as Kim Jin’s hand did.

"Not this time," Jin whispered.

He dived, his fingers burying deep into the eye-socket of the severed head. His hand plunged into the wet, cold interior, his knuckles grinding against bone as he searched for the crystal.

Squelch.

His fingers closed around the jagged, vibrating heart.

The monster reacted with the instinct of a cornered predator. The severed head’s mouths all opened at once, and from the stump of its neck, a limb made of solidified shadows erupted. It wasn’t a hand. It was a jagged, obsidian scythe, dripping with an oily, purple energy that smelled like stagnant death.

SHREKK!

The scythe plunged through Kim Jin’s abdomen.

He didn’t scream. He didn’t even grunt. He just gritted his teeth, his face turning a ghostly pale as the purple energy began to spider-web through his veins.

"Jin!" Sasha screamed, her cannons dissolving as she ran toward him.

Kim Jin ignored the blade in his gut. He twisted his arm, his fingers tightening around the crystal inside the head. With a guttural roar, he channeled every remaining drop of his mana into his grip.

CRACK.

The golden crystal shattered.

A wave of pure, white light exploded from his hand, vaporizing the head and the shadow-scythe. The chunks of the Arbiter’s body scattered across the terrace suddenly stiffened, turned into gray ash, and were swept away by the wind.

Kim Jin collapsed onto his knees, his hand still clenched in a fist, even though there was nothing left inside it but dust.

Silence fell over the Floor. The black tar receded. The gray sky of the sinkhole began to brighten with a soft, artificial gold.

『[SYSTEM]: THE FIRST FLOOR BOSS ’THE SILENT ARBITER (EVOLVED)’ HAS BEEN DEFEATED.』

『[WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT]: THE FIRST ABYSSAL LAYER OF THE 11TH FLOOR (SOUTH KOREAN TOWER) HAS BEEN CONQUERED.』

『[PARTICIPANTS]: SASHA KIM (RANK S), KIM JIN (RANK S).』

『[REWARD]: ALL SURVIVORS HAVE RECEIVED THE ’CALAMITY SLAYER’ TITLE.』

The survivors stood in shock. On the monitors above the world, the names of Sasha and Kim Jin glowed in gold. The chatrooms of the livestream were a waterfall of "!!!" and "KINGS."

But on the terrace, there was no celebration.

Sasha reached Kim Jin first. She skidded to her knees, her hands hovering over the gaping wound in his stomach. The hole wasn’t bleeding red; it was leaking a thick, purple smoke that hissed against his skin.

"Jin... Jin, look at me," Sasha said, her voice shaking. She reached into her inventory, pulling out a High-Rank Elixir. "Drink this. Now."

Jin shook his head weakly. "Won’t... work."

『[WARNING]: PLAYER ’KIM JIN’ HAS BEEN INFLICTED WITH 「SOUL CORRUPTION: AZRAEL’S MALICE」.』

『[STATUS]: REGENERATION IS IMPOSSIBLE. MEDICINAL TREATMENT IS INEFFECTIVE.』

『[CURE]: THE ’ESSENCE OF THE STILL WATER’ FROM THE SECOND FLOOR BOSS IS REQUIRED TO PURIFY THE SOUL.』

Sasha slammed her fist into the stone. "Goddamn it! We just finished one!"

Kim Yechan and Woonhee arrived, breathless. Yechan fell to his knees beside his brother, his face a mask of terror.

"Jin-ah... Jin-ah, stay awake," Yechan whispered, his hands hovering over the purple wound. "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."

Kim Jin looked up. His eyes were glazed, but the stoic, annoyed mask was still there, if only by a thread.

"Stop... crying," Jin wheezed. "

"How can you say that right now?!" Yechan sobbed.

Sasha stood up, her eyes scanning the dark staircase that led further down into the sinkhole. The air coming from below was different—colder, quieter, smelling of ancient dust and stagnant water.

"There are only two floors left," Sasha said, her voice regaining its iron edge. "This sinkhole has three in total. The second boss has the cure. We aren’t resting long."

Hyeonwoo and the remaining rankers gathered around. They were battered, their armor in pieces, but the System’s announcement had given them a second wind. They were world-class heroes now.

"We need thirty minutes," Sasha commanded, looking at Woonhee.

Kim Jin leaned back against a broken pillar, his breath coming in shallow, ragged intervals. The purple corruption was moving slowly, inching toward his chest.

"Thirty minutes," Jin muttered, his eyes closing.

Woonhee began barking orders to the other porters.

The gold light of the victory announcement began to fade, replaced by the natural, oppressive gloom of the 11th floor.

Deep in the darkness of the second floor, something felt the death of the Arbiter.