âWhy should I?â Hyeonu answered with a nonchalant expression. Hyeonu didnât even think about a joint live stream with Yeongchan.
âDo you have content?â
The reason was simpleâcontent.
The reason Hyeonu did a joint streaming with others was partly due to the long-standing promise he made with them, but also because they had content for him to join.
âYou know why Iâm doing the joint streaming, right?â Hyeonu asked Yeongchan again. No, it was more like a statement than a question. It was a reminder to not be clingy if he didnât have content.
âI naturally have content,â Yeongchan replied with a smile.
âWhat is it?â Hyeonu asked when he saw Yeongchanâs confident appearance.
âHow about beating Alley Leader?â
Hyeonu frowned.
âHey, that is something I can do on my own.â
Hyeonu knew very well what Yeongchan was saying. It was content that any streamer who mainly played Arena would do. It was to receive participants from among the viewers, randomly select them, and conduct a spar in the arena with the streamer.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âNevertheless, it is more comfortable to have a host. It is also nice to have a separate video in A-World.â
Yeongchan had a point. The content held in the arena was quite different when there was a host and when there was no host.
âThat is true, but... there is really nothing else?â Hyeonu asked while looking at Yeongchan with a puzzled expression. Hyeonu tended to be a streamer with a lot of content, but Yeongchan was known as a streamer who did more content than Hyeonu. There was no way there wouldnât be anything hidden.
âIt has nothing to do with you, right?â
There was no room for Hyeonu to intervene, which meant even a single appearance was impossible.â
âThen thatâs fine. Iâm leaving.â
Hyeonu waved his hand. There was nothing more to say.
âHey, letâs just do it.â
Yeongchan stuck to Hyeonu and started whining. He hadnât told Hyeonu, but he already declared that the next guest on his live stream would be Alley Leader. He couldnât go back on it now.
âIâm not doing it.â
Hyeonu hit Yeongchanâs hand that was grabbing him.
âJust do it once. What do you need?â
Yeongchan clung to Hyeonu. There was the willpower to not let go of the hand he had grasped.
âBring the content.â
Hyeonuâs hands crushed Yeongchanâs shoulders. Blood vessels bulged like worms on the back of his hands.
âWhat do you need?â Yeongchan repeated the same words. It was a confident attitude.
âOne month.â
âThat is too long.â
âOne month.â
âTwo weeks.â
âOkay. How about tonight?â
âYes, tonight.â
Yeongchan was able to invite Hyeonu as a guest to his live stream by using two weeks of cleaning duty as collateral.
âAre you really gathering people with the intention of doing it?â Yeongchan asked as he looked at Hyeonu lying on the sofa.
âYes, of course. I have to do it once and for all.â
Hyeonu nodded as he lay down.
âStill, is it possible? Honestly, I donât think you can beat the emperor even if all the players gather together. There is also Lebron.â
Yeongchan shook his head. Hyeonuâs words were absurd. It was a mirage itself.
âThere is no need to worry about Lebron. I have checked it. Even if he doesnât help, he wonât move,â Hyeonu replied as he recalled his previous conversation with Lebron.
At that time, Lebron clearly implied that he respected Hyeonuâs will. If he just said it in advance...
âIt is definitely possible.â
However, Yeongchan still didnât believe it. The emperorâs combat power shown in the demon world wasnât something that could be overcome with numbers. Even if the players leveled up, a long time was needed.
âI think so as well. Iâm not blind just yet. I am fine. I wonât do anything now unless the emperor has one arm cut off from somewhere.â
Hyeonu was really thinking about the long term. He wouldnât act unless an accident happened to the emperor.
âYes, you are fine.â Yeongchan finally nodded with a relieved expression. He confirmed that his friend was still fine.
***
Lightning struck the black world. There was no bright light. Purple lightning had swallowed the light. The time of destruction seemed to have arrived. At the center of such a landscape was a beautiful young man with purple hair who was sitting on the ground.
âHmm... Is this enough?â
The identity of the young man was Callioraks. All the lightning strikes were due to Callioraksâ secret arts. The secret arts were similar to magic, but they were distinctly different.
âI can save some face.â
Callioraksâ lips curved up in an arc. He naturally smiled when he thought about the face of the one he would deliver the secret arts to.
âHowever, there is definitely something to regret.â
The techniques he created werenât perfect. It was even more so when compared to the magic that he had been honing for so long that it was hard to even fathom. Yet for a little bear that was just a newborn baby compared to him,. even this was like an endless sea.
âIf we separate, it is hard to promise a next meeting...â
This time, quite a long time had passed before the reunion succeeded. No one knew when the next meeting would be. It depended on someoneâs whim, so waves surged in his mind.
âI have to fill in the gaps.â
Ragand, who had died at his hands, moved the entire demon world despite laying in the coffin. It was thanks to the five guardians who served him like a god.
âThere is no law that says I canât have guys like that.â
If Ragand had them, he could as well. He wouldâve definitely done so if he knew how.
âThe secret arts canât be completed in a day or two...â
âYou should stick to it until you learn it all.â
Then Callioraksâ figure disappeared. He was nowhere to be seen in the demon world.
***
âYou spoke as if you would never come out of the demon world for the rest of your life... what suddenly brings you to this shabby place...?â
Edward smiled unnaturally as he looked at the young man sitting in front of him. He was once called the 2nd Imperial Prince of the empire and was now the chief of the ran tribe, leading the undead army in the northern part of the West Continent. However, these modifiers had no meaning in front of the man currently in front of him.
âDo I really need a reason?â
Callioraks smiled and made eye contact with Edward. The smile on Edwardâs face widened. At the same time, the anxiety he felt was even greater.
âHe is telling a lie.â
There was no visit without a reason for someone like Callioraks. Edward had lived for decades as a prince, so he knew it better than anyone. Callioraks came here because he wanted something.
âI would be more at ease if you just told me,â Edward spoke bluntly.
If he had to pay anyway, it was better to feel comfortable rather than using his brain to analyze the other personâs psychology.
âReally? Then Iâll tell you straight away. The secret arts. I want to receive them.â
âThe secret arts?â
Edward was speechless. The secret arts werenât something that could be easily given away. It was something that shouldnât be told to anyone unless they were members of the ran tribe.
âThe secret arts must be kept unconditionally.â
It wasnât just because Edward had Ragandâs memories. The ran tribeâs secret arts were a treasure in itself. It would make Edwardâs future bright.
âWhy is he greedy for it?â
His questions continued endlessly. Callioraks was stronger than Ragand. Callioraks had mastered magic and didnât have to learn the secret arts. It was better to use this time to seek magic.
âYes, the secret arts. There is no need for the basics. It is the rest of it.â
Callioraks broke Edwardâs thoughts.
âYou are talking about the rest of the secret arts apart from the basics?â
His questions grew even greater. He couldnât figure out what was on the other personâs mind.
âWhy is he subtracting the basics?â
The basics were important no matter what one learned. It was whether it was magic, swordsmanship, or the secret arts. A person could never climb high without the basics. Even if they did, it could never be stable. It was nothing more than a castle made out of sand.
âWait...â
It happened at this moment...
The face of a human passed through Edwardâs mind: Gang Hyeonuâa human being who received the basics of the secret arts from him.
âDid you get it from that human?â
âI didnât get it. I just skimmed through it for a short time.â
Callioraks shook his head. It was true. All he did was look at it enough to teach Tang-E.
âYou want to have it after you saw it?â Edward asked with a stiff expression.
âI need it.â Callioraks nodded.
âDo you know how ridiculous this is?â
âI know.â Callioraks rose from his seat and approached Edward. âStill... shouldnât it be done even if it doesnât make sense?â
The moment Callioraksâ words ended, the sky darkened and lightning started to strike in the iceberg. The shape of the iceberg changed with each lightning strike. The ice was shaved away and broken.
Edwardâs expression became stiffer than before. This was obviously a threat, but he couldnât think of a way to respond. It didnât change even when he rummaged through Ragandâs memory. The darkened sky felt like his future.
âI will give it to you. It will just take some time to write it down... can you please wait for that time?â Edward struggled to open his mouth. The thought of giving away the secret arts was painful enough to die.
âIt canât be helped. I canât die.â
This was better than dying. The secret arts were only important before death. They had no meaning after death. The sky brightened the moment Edward gave his answer. It regained its original blue color.
âIâll come back in a week.â
Callioraks smiled. At the same time, he disappeared. It was as natural as if he had never been here in the first place. It was only a long time after Callioraks disappeared that Edward accepted reality.
âWhat type of sudden disaster is this?â
His fortune for the day might be cruel, but he never dreamed that something like this would happen. No, it was weird to expect such a thing.
âDoes this make sense...?â
He resented the fact that the monster who was supposed to be stuck in the demon world had come here. Additionally, the thought of writing down all the secret arts by hand made him annoyed.
âI will be in big trouble if I write it down roughly...â
He couldnât even write it down roughly. Callioraks would notice right away that the secret arts he received werenât right. It was clear that nothing good would happen if he was caught.
âI canât become like that.â
Edwardâs eyes shifted to the iceberg. The iceberg that was hit by Callioraksâ lightning bolts had already lost its former shape. It was terrible to think of that happening to him.
âWho is it? Has Callioraks returned?â
It happened at this moment...
Someone else appeared on the iceberg where Edward had been alone. This time, it wasnât Callioraks. It was a man with blond hair, not purple hair.
âDid something happen? This mountain looks terrible.â The blond-haired man, Alexander, stood in front of Edward with a bright smile.
âHow did this happen...?â Edward lamented when he saw Alexanderâs face. His fortune for the day was really cruel.