I Have a Reason to Hate Streamers-Chapter 208

The distance continued to close.

The beast hunter pulled the pin of a grenade with his teeth.

A brief cooking followed.

Several grenades, filled with dangerous mana, traced a parabola through the air.

Without hesitation, I slashed at them at the same time the magical barrier appeared in the air.

If this were reality, it would have been dangerous.

Depending on the mechanism of the grenade, it could have triggered the explosion prematurely.

If I hadn’t properly disabled the fuse, it would have been a suicidal move.

But this was a game after all.

The swordsman’s "cut" judgment essentially blocked the activation of the skill itself.

And the beast hunter’s throwing weapon was subject to a different judgment than an assassin’s memorization skill.

Memorization is treated as a "consumable," subject to usage limits, but the beast hunter’s skill clearly consumed mana.

Depending on the countermeasure, the results were bound to be different.

This inconsistency is something found in every game.

Furthermore, pure swordsmanship with a longsword is almost a build that no one uses.

I’m sure they studied my skill, but these details are harder to master.

[Passive: Master of the Sword]

[For all active skills in the game, slashing and parrying judgments are unlocked.]

[The unlocked judgments do not apply bonuses from other skills…]

The grenade split in two and dropped silently to the ground.

Did they expect the grenade defense to work? The ice magic’s creation point was so close that I simply sliced through it.

Extending my sword as if piercing the wind, the slug rounds were neatly severed with a sharp impact.

This is fun when you deflect bullets.

Even at the pro gamer level, there’s a moment of surprise.

If you move with the muzzle in sight, it’s easier than expected—so why can’t they do it?

Anyway, having blocked both attacks cleanly, the distance closed further.

I had taken a few hits, but Hekate’s shield had reached its limits.

However, it had served its purpose well.

I kept charging, maintaining the shield’s effectiveness until it broke.

A few bullets and shards of ice scraped against my body, but it wasn’t enough to hinder my movement or significantly damage me.

"This pain… well, it’s nothing."

The horrific feelings and hallucinations I used to experience when holding my sword were nothing compared to what I had endured in the past.

Now my mind was clear, and I was much more focused than before.

I deflected the beast hunter’s shotgun with the flat of my sword.

It was a method I’d used successfully in the first set.

It wasn’t a distant memory, so naturally, the enemy’s brow furrowed.

Could I make a valid shot while we were in close combat?

I tilted my blade at an angle.

Their weapon went outward, and mine went inward.

A deep wound appeared on the beast hunter’s forearm.

Next, I would go deeper… but that was unlikely.

The undead had closed the distance.

The enemy’s body emanated black energy, and a few ghouls lunged at me.

[Active: The Scent of the Dead]

[Reduces the probability of your teammates within range being attacked by undead monsters. Damage taken from darkness and undead monsters is reduced by 20%.]

[Caster: AT Sekhmet]

I swiftly cut through the inflating head.

I had neatly blocked the explosion before it could go off, but that was the limit—my hand was still one.

It was time for a choice: focus on the undead or go after the beast hunter and ice mage.

I couldn’t block them all, so it would be best to choose one.

My life is more valuable than the enemy’s.

Choosing to secure safety in this case was standard. But then again, why should I?

I’m confident in my ability to fight and win.

"I’ll kill before I die."

As long as the paladin and priestess were together, our team’s recovery abilities were superior.

If I could refill about 30% of my health, I would be in a safe zone.

"More of them coming? Are you planning to go all the way?"

"Why all the way? I’ll survive."

"Ugh!"

An undead exploded beside me, leaving a burn mark on my body.

I lowered my posture to avoid the direct hit, but my right arm got scorched and hit by flying debris.

In exchange for the slight wound, I dealt a large cut to the beast hunter’s abdomen.

The distance was close enough.

I couldn’t use any tricks like sending magic around while only transferring cold; I had to act now.

With every strike of my sword, more magic was cleaved through, and the enemy countered by increasing the number of spells cast.

A great decision. Truly, the caliber of a final match opponent.

Dealers who can find the optimal response depending on the situation are rare.

But, when the attacks are split into small parts, the damage is reduced.

As long as it isn’t a fatal wound, it can be ignored.

While the ice pierced my thigh and shoulder, my sword cleaved through the beast hunter’s right arm.

Once again, I used the beast hunter’s body as a shield against the next exploding undead.

[‘AT Sekhmet’ has eliminated ‘AT Nemesis.’]

I kicked the body away and continued chasing after the ice mage.

Flames surged all across the battlefield.

The fire mage’s firestorm, aided by the battle mage, whipped up a gust of wind.

The disaster, fueled by dead plants and trees, expanded freely.

A man with dual swords slowly walked through the flames.

He pushed the approaching fire away with his sword winds and fixed his piercing gaze ahead.

Cerberus. While Ga-wol rampaged in the middle of the battlefield, on the opposite side, he shook the enemy ranks.

At the end of his gaze, an undead that failed to avoid the flames stumbled and fell.

Burning to death is said to be the most painful way for a human to die.

It certainly looked like it.

‘Did they hang tires on their neck and burn them? Not a scene for children.’

Cerberus was born in a conflict zone in central Africa.

In wealthy countries, one may not feel the impact, but throughout human history, there was never a time without war.

Every day, gunfire echoed as factions fought for the throne of impoverished nations.

He... considered himself lucky.

Born into a society of survival of the fittest, he was physically strong and quick-witted for survival.

The warlord who forcibly drafted him was a powerful faction, and thus, he wasn’t wasted as cannon fodder.

Thanks to that, when the multinational alliance attacked, Cerberus was rescued in one piece.

It was a bonus that some dumb soldier took an interest in him.

"Uncle, what is this? It has three heads.""Is this a picture book? I don’t know what language it is, but... Oh, it’s that. Cerberus.""How do you use it?""What was it... Kelberos. That should be it? Whatever, it doesn’t matter."

He was wrong. The correct spelling was Cerberus.

His adoptive father, though well-meaning, couldn’t even get it right.

The nickname, made out of fun, ended up becoming his moniker at the World Championship.

The life he received in Europe was brilliant.

He dreamed an unimaginable dream and achieved it.

Eventually, he met a new wall and was climbing it with joy.

A life beyond satisfaction, but just one thing.

There was one resolve he needed to truly enjoy life.

To move forward, there must be no hesitation in 'letting go.'

Like the ties he left behind in a land he would never return to.

To seize something new, one must be willing to let go of what they already have.

[Passive: Forbidden]

[Choose one type of equipment. The selected equipment cannot be worn or transformed into a psychic weapon.]

[‘Shield’ has been abandoned. All defense is reduced by 10%, but attack power increases by 12%.]

[Target: AT Kelberos]

Originally, Cerberus was a player who favored sturdy, heavy tactics.

But he chose the more agile and aggressive path to adapt.

He had to change, because sticking to his old way wouldn’t allow him to beat Ga-wol.

It wasn’t an easy decision.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t pick up his shield again.

The weapon he now wielded was simply sharper than his old one.

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Why hold onto the past when he had gained something better?

The long sword clashed with the paladin’s shield.

The blade seemed to rip through the sturdy defense.

Just like the way he had been beaten in the arena, it moved with precision.

Breaking his old self was something he was good at, above all.