Popular NPC in a Gender-Reversed Game-Chapter 98: Assistance

Chaerin Yoo had secretly hoped for something as she headed to the battlefield.

She imagined herself arriving like a princess on a white horse, rescuing Yor from his dire predicament.

Recently, as she rallied more people to join her cause, she’d started to feel a bit puffed up.

More participants than she had expected had joined her, and this was the first time in her life that she had worked so hard to gather people for something.

It felt like she was the head organizer of some protest group, ready to storm into a school and spray slogans with lacquer paint.

Of course, knowing the weight of responsibility, she would opt for water-based paint instead.

The group she’d assembled was impressive.

Even though she now ranked as a relatively high-level player, many in the group surpassed her level.

“Wow, Mari, you’re here too? Thank you.”

“Oh, please! After the massive view boost I got thanks to you, I had to come. Besides, this seems like way more fun.”

For example, Kim Mari, a well-known ranker, had joined, along with her party members.

Considering how much high-level players stood to lose, it must have been a difficult decision for them.

Sure, their streams would bring in a lot of viewers, but Chaerin was purely grateful.

With high hopes, Chaerin headed for the battlefield, determined to rescue Yor, who must be utterly exhausted.

However, upon reaching the battlefield, she couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of disappointment.

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“Oh, you’re here?”

Yor greeted her, his tone calm and casual.

Contrary to her expectations, Yor seemed far too unscathed.

While there were traces of blood here and there, he didn’t look particularly tired.

In fact, dozens of knights were already lying defeated around him.

Chaerin was a little taken aback.

"He’s already taken down this many?"

She had scrambled to rally people and arrived first thing in the morning...

“Oh, uh, yes...”

For now, she awkwardly nodded.

Of course, it was a relief that he was fine—so much so that she let out a small sigh of relief.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment.

Nevertheless, Chaerin joined Yor.

Yor briefly glanced at the chat window hovering beside her.

[WTF, did he clear all that already?]

[I’ve never seen the knights get wiped out like this before.]

[Finally, the screen isn’t so blurry anymore.]

[Our bloody prince... even covered in blood, he’s sexy.]

He chuckled softly.

It had been a while since he’d seen the chat scrolling so fast. Normally, it wasn’t slow, but today it seemed unusually rapid.

This meant only one thing—lots of viewers were watching.

In fact, Chaerin’s stream had amassed 12,000 viewers.

Even for someone whose average viewership had grown significantly, this was an unprecedented number.

Considering the number of streamers broadcasting this battle, the audience watching must be far beyond imagination.

Attention alone was a powerful force. At times, it could apply more pressure than brute strength.

Perhaps, just as Yor had suggested, they could accomplish something far greater than merely repelling the knights.

As Chaerin pondered this, Yor spoke to her.

“You’re just in time. Focus on holding off the Otherworlders. I’ll handle the knights.”

It was a simple command. Chaerin glanced at him, her ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) eyes briefly filled with concern.

“Are you sure? There still seem to be so many knights left...”

“It’s fine. Actually, if you could make your voice louder, that’d be even better. It’ll rattle them.”

“That’s easy enough. Leave it to me.”

Confidently, Chaerin nodded and relayed the instructions to the people she’d brought.

The battle resumed.

Clang! Kaang!

Weapons clashed everywhere as knights and Otherworlders on both sides crossed blades.

“Push back the knights!”

“Yeah! Subjugation force, get out of here!”

“What the hell is wrong with these lunatics? Don’t you guys want the bounty?”

“Hehe, I don’t think I’d get the bounty even if I joined them. Besides, this is way more fun.”

Voices of the Otherworlders echoed across the battlefield.

Watching them, Yor felt a small sense of gratitude.

He realized how many times his face had unknowingly appeared online.

His visibility had grown, and so had his familiarity with the players.

Without that recognition, could he have rallied so many people?

Thinking this, he found himself without regrets about showing his face.

“Oh, not you.”

As Yor surveyed the battlefield, he suddenly placed a hand on someone’s shoulder, stopping them.

“Me...?”

It was Im Haneul, who pointed at herself with a blank expression.

Yor nodded.

“Yes, I need your help.”

Unlike others, Haneul could genuinely support the fight. She had already proven her worth during the battle with Roho.

With that, Yor led her toward the knights.

“Apply holy water to your weapons!”

“Yes, sir!”

At that moment, Railley had managed to gather a portion of the knights and was issuing orders.

While many soldiers were still scattered, he at least ensured that those present were organized and ready.

If they wanted to hold the line, this was essential.

“Don’t listen to the rebels’ words. The enemy numbers may have grown, but isn’t this what we expected? Stay focused and deal with every visible threat.”

As he tried to rally the knights, Railley’s expression was anything but bright.

“We’ve already suffered too many losses...”

Despite the unfavorable conditions, losing over a third of their forces was a bitter blow.

Each knight was a precious resource, making the losses all the more painful.

Even during demon subjugations, the knights had never suffered such casualties.

To think they were being pushed this far by a single Manifested...

What made it worse was the lingering uncertainty—could they even capture him at this rate?

Morning light began to dissipate the fog, but the rain-soaked earth remained.

For the knights in heavy armor, one misstep could sink them into the mud.

This made pursuit all the more difficult.

Railley gritted his teeth.

“What happened in there? How did he survive that place?”

Despite the frustration, he couldn’t back down. Manifested beings had to be eliminated, no matter the cost.

“I’ll end this here, one way or another.”

Even as he resolved himself, no clear plan came to mind.

Meanwhile, Yor glanced at Im Haneul.

She was a support-focused mage, skilled in augmenting her allies.

Swish, swish.

As she cast her spells, light buffs began to enhance Yor’s body:

Haste to lighten his steps, Strength to increase his power.

Though each buff’s effect was minor, they accumulated over time.

“This won’t last too long. It drains a lot of mana...”

“No, it’s enough. Thanks.”

Her abilities weren’t limited to enhancing physical strength, as demonstrated in previous battles.

With the buffs in place, Yor returned to the battlefield.

Soon, he found himself face-to-face with Railley once more.

Clang!

Weapons collided, and Railley barked orders to his subordinates.

“Encircle him! I’ll hold him off!”

The soldiers quickly formed a circular formation. Though fewer in number than before, the encirclement was tight and disciplined.

Railley’s sword slid along Yor’s spear with determined precision.

Yor could sense the knight commander’s urgency. Smirking, he asked,

“Why so nervous? Afraid this fight will drag on and you’ll lose me again?”

“Shut up, Manifested scum.”

“There’s a way to stop this, you know. Want me to tell you?”

Railley’s eyes briefly flashed with interest but quickly dimmed as he refused to respond, unwilling to be baited.

Yor continued, unfazed.

“Just give up and go back. Report to your superiors that they should leave a Manifested alone. If you do, I’ll stop here.”

“Ridiculous!”

“Not ready for a conversation, huh?”

Yor shrugged. He hadn’t expected diplomacy to work.

But he knew how to make people listen—through overwhelming superiority.

He signaled to Im Haneul with a glance.

Haneul nodded and began casting a spell, as they had planned in advance.

This time, Yor sought total darkness—a battlefield darker than the fog, where nothing was visible.

Soon, the entire area around Yor was enveloped in shadow.

“Damn it, not this again!”

“I can’t see a thing!”

“Stay calm! Don’t swing your weapons recklessly!”

The darkness was indiscriminate, obscuring vision for all—including Yor.

But he didn’t mind.

“If everyone’s an enemy, this is perfect.”

Yor could sense his foes' presence and had no allies nearby to worry about.

“This means I can swing without holding back.”

Gripping his spear tightly, Yor launched into the chaos, striking down knights as their panicked screams echoed in the dark.