Disaster-Level Player Is Too Good at Broadcasting-Chapter 79: « Star Ticket [2] »
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[System Admin]: Slowing down chat due to high traffic...
HunterZ_Fan: DID HE JUST RIP A STAR TICKET??? A PORTER???
Meta_Slav: NO WAY. I’ve been watching Tower streams for 10 years, I’ve only seen TWO of those.
Yeon_Simp: Why did a porter get the drop? The RNG in this game is so broken, fix the loot tables @System
Dungeon_Lord69: It’s not a drop, he used the Gacha Roulette. Mad lad actually gambled his life savings on a terrace and won the jackpot.
GuildScanner: For the newbies: Star Tickets are EX-Rank. Last one sold for 400 billion won in the American auction house. He just ripped 400 billion won to ask a question.
Sasha_Step_On_Me: WHO CARES ABOUT THE MONEY? LOOK AT THAT THING.
Real_Historian: Why is it a rabbit?
VoidWatcher: That’s not a rabbit. Look at the distortion on the drone lens. The pixels are literally melting around it. It’s a high-dimensional entity.
Murican_Eagle: YO KOREA IS BLESSED. First the Calamity clear, now a Star Inquiry? Our tower in DC hasn’t seen a ticket since 2024.
Anti_Tower_Coalition: All of you are sheep. That thing is terrifying. Look at the rankers—even Sasha Kim looks like she’s seen a ghost. We shouldn’t be poking the "Akashic Record."
BlueDragon_Official: Our porter. Our luck. Cry harder, White Stars.
K-Drama_Fan: Is nobody going to talk about the question? He’s asking about the Constellations.
SwordSaint_Vibe: Waste of a ticket. He should have asked for the location of a Divine-grade sword. Who cares about lore when you can have power?
TheoryCrafter_99: Lore IS power, you idiot. If we know how they become stars, maybe we can replicate it. Global meta-shift incoming.
Big_OOF: Look at the screen. The drone feed is glitching.
Shadow_Agent: IT’S SMILING.
HypeTrain_No_Brakes: WHY IS THE MOUTH SO BIG??
Gacha_Addict: That thing is scary I’m closing the tab.
Loot_Goblin: DON’T CLOSE IT. This is history. 58 million people are watching the secret of the universe get leaked.
Kim_Jin_Protector: The pressure is leaking through the screen. My cat just ran out of the room.
Toxic_Hunter: He’s gonna die. You can’t ask that and live.
SYSTEM_GLITCH: ℸ ℌ ℇ ℇ ℽ ℇ ℇ ℇ ℽ ℇ ℇ ℇ ℽ ℇ ℇ
Woonhee_Fanbase: Chat is breaking.
Solo_Level_Up: SHUT UP IT’S ABOUT TO SPEAK.
Mystery_Box: Look at the teeth... those aren’t rabbit teeth.
Rich_Boy_Vip: I’ll pay 1 billion won for the audio recording of the next 60 seconds. Someone DM me.
F2P_Life: Imagine being the guy who ripped it.
The_Oracle: THE SMILE. THE SMILE. THE SMILE. THE SMILE. THE SMILE. THE SMILE. THE SMILE. THE SMILE.
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["Puh-hahaha! A-hahaha! Oh, my little button-eyes, I haven’t heard a question that delicious in a standard century!"]
The bunny plushy somersaulted in the air, its stitched limbs flailing with manic glee.
As it laughed, ripples of translucent teal energy pulsed from its body, causing the very shadows of the terrace to dance.
It hovered inches away from the porter’s nose, its needle-teeth glinting.
["Others ask for knowledge on the upper floors! They want the coordinates of the 『Heavenly Sword of the Jade Emperor』 or the cheat codes to the 『Trial of the Sun Goddess』. They want skills that make them big and strong so they can stomp on their neighbors.]
[But you... you want to know how the sausage is made! You want to know the architecture of the divine!"]
["I like you... haha. You’re asking about the Lesser Constellations...the Worldly Stars! The ones who were once fleshy, smelly, mortal things just like you."]
The bunny’s head did a full 360-degree rotation, snapping into place to face Sasha Kim.
She stood frozen, her silver Deagles held loosely at her sides, her cold emerald eyes narrowed.
It zoomed toward Sasha, circling her.
["Well, well, well... it seems we have one of the Lessers’ incarnations amongst us!]
[The scent of the Baltic Sea and iron cannons is practically dripping off you, girlie.]
[I’m assuming you don’t know about your own constellation... or if you do... then your past and the way you attained your sponsor is something you don’t want to reveal... isn’t it?]
[You could’ve at least answered this poor man’s curiosity! But no, you Rankers are all the same. Silent, broody, and full of secrets."]
The bunny’s button-eyes flared.
Suddenly, the air around the entire terrace began to thicken.
With a snap of its paws, the atmosphere turned into a canvas.
Wisps of mana began to weave together, forming a vast, moving painting that stretched across the sky of the sinkhole.
["Listen well, little specks! To understand a Star, you must understand the Energy of the Story.]
[Everything has a Story! That rock you’re sitting on? It has a story of erosion and time. That ant? A story of labor. But a human? Ah, a human is a narrative factory!"]
The bunny began to float upward, its voice echoing as if a thousand narrators were speaking at once.
["The longer your story spreads, the more people know your name, the more your actions ripple through the fabric of time... the more your Narrative Energy grows!]
[When a story becomes so vast that it defines an era, it stops being a ’history’ and starts becoming a ’Reality.’ It fuels the very existence of the Constellation Stream! And when that person—pop!—a Lesser Constellation is born!"]
The mana painting in the sky shifted violently.
The gray clouds of the Abyss were replaced by the sight of a freezing, wind-swept wilderness.
A massive figure began to take shape.
A man so tall he seemed to loom over the horizons.
["Look at him!"]
The bunny said, pointing a stubby paw at the visual.
["Peter I. The boy who would be the Great! Born into a Muscovy that was stuck in the mud of the Middle Ages!"]
The painting showed a young Peter playing with ’toy’ regiments that were actually real soldiers, training them with a brutal, obsessive discipline.
["He was a freak! A giant! Nearly seven feet tall in an age of midgets! But he didn’t want to sit in a palace eating honey cakes. No, no...]
[He wanted the sea! But Russia had no sea. It was a land-locked cage.]
[So, what does a future Star do? He travels! The Grand Embassy!"]
The visuals shifted to show Peter disguised as a common carpenter in the shipyards of Holland and England.
The mana-made figures moved with fluid grace.
Peter swinging an axe, his hands covered in calluses, his eyes devouring the blueprints of Western technology.
["He learned to build ships with his own two hands! He brought back science, medicine, and the military-industrial complex!
He came back to Russia and started cutting! He forced his people to stop being old and start being modern.]
[That is a Story of Violent Transformation!]
The painting turned a deep, bloody red.
The Great Northern War. The Battle of Poltava.
["He fought the Swedes! He fought Charles XII, a man who was thought to be invincible!]
The visuals showed thousands of spectral soldiers clashing, the roar of bronze cannon shattering the Swedish lines.
And then... the marsh. The Neva River."]
The bunny’s voice became hushed.
["He built a city where nothing should exist. St. Petersburg and laid the foundation in a swamp. He sacrificed thousands of laborers to build a Window to the West and forced reality to bend to his map.]
[When a man’s will is so strong that he builds a capital on the bones of his people and the mud of a bog... his Narrative Energy becomes a hurricane!]
[He became the Emperor of all Russia, the man who turned a backwater into a Great Power]
[His story was so heavy, so dense with iron and salt water, that when he died, the heavens couldn’t help but pull him up!]
This individual became a Star of Progress, of Iron, and of the Cold Sea!"]
The bunny snapped its paws again.
The cold Russian winds in the painting dissolved into the lush, scholarly halls of the Joseon Palace.
The atmosphere changed from the scent of gunpowder to the smell of old ink and mulberry paper.
["Now, look at the East!"]
The bunny shouted, its voice dripping with theatrical flair.
["You Koreans... you know him as the Great King. Sejong! But do you know the weight of his Story?]
[This story wasn’t built on beards being cut or wars of conquest. It was a Story of Benevolent Enlightenment!"]
The painting showed a king sitting in a room lit by a thousand candles, surrounded by the Hall of Worthies.
He was holding a brush.
["He was the third son! He wasn’t even supposed to be King! But his Story was meant to be the spine of a nation.]
[While Peter was building ships, Sejong was building a mind for his people.
[Look at the visuals! Do you eyes see the astronomical clocks? The sundials? The rain gauges?"]
Figures of scholars moved through the air, measuring the stars and the earth.
["But his greatest turning point... was the creation of the Script!]
["Before him, you were all slaves to a language that wasn’t yours! You used characters that only the rich could read!"]
["But Sejong... he loved his people so much it caused him physical pain. He went blind studying! He sat in the dark, carving out 28 simple characters that even a fool could learn in a morning!"]
The painting showed the king standing against a wall of flowing characters later to be named Hangul.
The letters glowed with a soft, golden light, weaving through the air like a protective shield.
["He fought his own nobles! They hated it! They wanted the people to stay ignorant! But Sejong’s Story was one of a Father’s Love. He created a weapon of knowledge. He studied the phonetics of the human throat, the shape of the tongue!]
[When a King gives a voice to the voiceless, the Narrative Energy created is enough to power a sun! He ruled the country and defined its soul for the next six hundred years. His Story is the very ink that writes your history!]
[That is why he is a Star. A Star of Wisdom, of Light, and of the People!"]
The bunny flew in a wide circle, the mana paintings behind it expanding to show hundreds of flickering lights.
["And there are so many more! Napoleon! A Story of Calamitous Ambition that reshaped the borders of an entire continent!]
[Joan of Arc! A Story of Divine Conviction that turned a peasant girl into the heart of a kingdom!]
[Miyamoto Musashi! A Story of Absolute Mastery of the blade!]
[Each one of them did something that made the world say: ’The world is different now because this person existed.’"]
The bunny landed on the head of a shattered statue, its button-eyes glowing intensely.
["But! And this is the part that will make your little hearts sink... why are they only ’Lesser’ Constellations?
[Why can’t Peter the Great or King Sejong become Greater Constellations? Why can’t they stand on the same level as the primordial horrors or the cosmic entities?"]
The bunny leaned forward, its stitched mouth twitching.
["Because they are Tethered.]
[Their Stories are tied to a specific time, a specific place, and a specific species.]
[Peter is the Emperor of Russia. Sejong is the King of Joseon. Their Energy is massive, but it is Finite. It is defined by their humanity.]
[They are stars that burn brightly, but they are fixed in the sky of human history."]
The painting shifted one last time. It showed a vast, infinite void. In the center, a golden figure sat in eternal meditation.
The Buddha.
Around him, entities made of pure concepts floated.
["Greater Constellations... like Buddha, or the primordial manifestations of the Sun and Moon... they aren’t tied to a ’Story’ of a single life. They are Concepts.]
[Buddha is the very idea of Enlightenment. He is a Narrative that exists whether humans exist or not! He is a Cosmic Law!]
[ To become a Greater Constellation, you must transcend your name, your country, and your history. You must become a fundamental part of the Universe’s logic."]
The bunny laughed again, a sound that was both mocking and strangely encouraging.
["Historical figures are ’Worldly’ because they represent the peak of what a person can be.]
[That is the wall, little ones! You can be the greatest King in history, but you will still be a King. You will never be the Concept of Sovereignty itself."]
The bunny began to fade, its form turning into shimmering white dust.
The mana paintings in the sky began to dissolve, the colors bleeding into the gray gloom of the sinkhole.
["There is still so much you have yet to know about the Tower and the Constellation Stream! This is but scratching the surface!]
[As if now you’re walking through the dreams of dead gods!"]
The bunny’s wide, jagged smile was the last thing to remain as its body vanished.
["Climb higher, little specks! Grow your Stories! Make the world remember your names! Maybe one day, one of you will have a Story heavy enough to make me beyond excited!"]
With a final, echoing giggle, the entity vanished.
The pressure on the terrace lifted instantly, leaving the rankers and porters gasping for air, their minds reeling from the weight of the truths they had just swallowed.
