Chapter 765 - Who Dares to Call Me an Entertainment Streamer? Watch Me Open the Treasure Chest

Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

“Huh? How come you couldn’t defeat a weak hollow?” The elves watching from behind looked contemptuous. This person was wearing ragged clothes, looking only a bit more powerful than the hollows.

Of course, hollows were weak only in comparison.

They could dodge, sneak-attack, pretend to be dead, and summon other hollows for help. Sometimes, players would be caught by surprise with an arrow in the head. Without questions, these arrows were shot by hollow archers hiding in a corner while the hollow soldiers standing outside diverted the players’ attention.

So, they were weak only in comparison with other enemies in Dark Souls.

“This one looks more powerful than the average hollow. Is it an elite hollow?” The elves standing behind her murmured to each other.

“She was instantly killed by an elite hollow after defeating Gundyr, which means that she must have passed it with luck.”

“Let’s go! I don’t want to watch it anymore,” one elf said.

“I passed it with luck?!” Indignant, Kellybel resurrected and raced to the ‘elite hollow’ again with gritted teeth, determined to kill it today!

“I was careless!” she yelled, “I assure you that I can pass it this time!”

She ran to the thin man who was dressed in ragged clothes and holding a long saber.

“As long as I control my movements well and watch out for his attacks, he can’t hit me.” This time, Kellybel was obviously more cautious.

Meanwhile, Mr. Fang was checking his bag after killing the boss. He glanced at a piece of ragged clothes accidentally and saw two lines in the item description.

[A terribly worn shirt. Men are fond of weaving tales to explain the raggedness of their garb.]

[My sixth sense warned me of danger, and I danced between flurries of blades, unscathed, but alas, my clothes went to tatters.]

...

– One day later –

There was not a single elf watching Kellybel play.

Mr. Fang glanced at her screen when passing by. “How come you’re still in the novice village?”

“...”

“Can’t you keep your mouth shut?!” She almost exploded in anger.

...

Several days later, some saint-level masters gathered in the lounge area of the shop. “Have you passed the tutorial for the beginners?”

“Don’t even mention it... After I defeated Gundyr, I got out just now after being beaten for a whole day by that ‘Sword Master’.”

“I’m in a worse situation!” another saint-level master complained in tears. “I thought that the crestfallen warrior sitting by the thrones of Lords of Cinder was a enemy, and I struck at him twice. Now, I deleted my account and started again...”

“Why?”

“He hunted me down each time I resurrected, again and again...” The saint-level master looked to be on the verge of a mental collapse. “I haven’t been able to defeat it yet...”

“...” They had been tortured mercilessly in the game.

“No!” St. Leidon thought it wasn’t fair that they were tortured alone.

St. Wilson, St. Leidon, and the other saint-level masters exchanged a look in the lounge area and found that they shared the same thought. “We can recommend this mystical realm to other people!”

Instantly, they sat closer in a circle and discussed in low voices. “How about St. Willy?”

St. Willy was the President of the World Magic Union and one of the ultimate figures.

“Mr. Saladin is also good!” Leidon said.

“Yeah!” The others instantly looked at each other and had the tactical understanding.

“How about Ms. Joanna from the Alchemist Union?” They were talking about the mature-looking woman dressed in a fiery-red mage’s robe who also had participated in the war against the Shadow Legion.

“How about St. Hematon?” World Mage Hematon was also called Proud Hematon, which meant that he was a man who took great pride in himself.

“And how about...”

“Hahahaha...” The atmosphere in the lounge area instantly turned from suffocating to cheerful.

...

While the saint-level masters were stuck in the first stage for a long time in the old shop, the players in the old shops obviously fared much better.

At this moment, a dog-headed man was intently watching a livestream on his communication jade while sitting on the sofa.

Sitting nearby, the elves and knights each held a communication jade, and they were also engrossed in livestreams.

The players could teleport from the Bonfire in the Firelink Shrine to the High Wall of Lothric. Only by coming to this grand wall did the players truly walk out of the novice zone.

There were only hollows on the abandoned city walls which were as wide as streets on which four horse-drawn carriages could travel on in parallel. A huge dragon’s corpse was left dried up and weathered on the wall.

Countless hollowed corpses kneeled before the huge dragon, like pilgrims.

Rowling was now watching Su Tianji’s livestream. “How is this streamer?”

“Xiaoyue said that she is an entertainment streamer,” Sala said.

At this moment, Su Tianji was playing the game connected with Nalan Mingxue and some other players.

Dark Souls could be played online. Each player’s game world was like a parallel plane. When a player left a sign on the ground, other players with embers could see the sign and summon the player who had made the sign to their own world in the form of ‘spirits’.

Of course, some NPCs also left signs since the players were not the only ‘unkindled ashes’ in this world.

“It says that she is a technical streamer...” Rowling glanced at the streamer introduction.

At this moment, Su Tianji controlled her game character to cleanly kill the deserted corpses on the high wall with her teammates. Meanwhile, she said, “How come I feel like some people keep saying that I’m an entertainment streamer?”

A row of bullet comments shot up.

[That’s a good assessment.]

[Who said that?]

[Well said!]

“...”

“You bunch of haters! I’m furious!” While brushing back her slightly messy, wind-blown hair, Su Tianji looked forward and saw a huge fire-breathing dragon close to 100 meters long was coiled on the top of the high wall.

Below it, the door to the round tower was locked.

Hollow corpses and pus-covered creatures like Gundyr were everywhere in this abandoned city. Despite the danger and mysteries that seemed to lurk everywhere, people couldn’t help wondering if some treasures were hidden in this place.

The dragon spat out fire and burned most of the monsters on the city wall to ashes!

“Guys, look! Do you think the dragon is guarding some treasures?” Su Tianji’s acute senses seemed to detect something. “Otherwise, it wouldn’t be coiling up there!”

“Here’s the plan. You guys divert the attention of the dragon, and I’ll slip down to the round tower to check it out.” Su Tianji thought that she needed to show-off some of her techniques. Otherwise, people will always think that I’m an entertainment streamer.

Nalan Mingxue gave her a ‘ok’ hand gesture.

Then, she ran down the path beneath the huge dragon. Sure enough, the huge dragon inhaled deeply and then spat fire.

At this moment, Nalan Mingxue had run to the guard tower on the opposite side. The wall of the guard tower was so thick that even dragon fire couldn’t penetrate it.

Meanwhile, Su Tianji slipped into the building under the huge dragon.

“What do you think of my techniques?!” Su Tianji said smugly.

“This streamer seems to have good techniques...” Rowling exclaimed.

Su Tianji opened the iron door and saw an old deserted room. It was messy with some old and used items, which showed that this room had once been used by someone.

At first glance, there seemed to have nothing valuable in it.

Then, she spotted a giant old chest on the first floor below her!

“Oh! There’re indeed treasures!” Su Tianji’s beautiful eyes lit up.

Walking to the chest, she opened it and said smugly, “Am I not awesome? This is called intuition!”

“I’ll see who dares to call me entertainment strea... Wuuu-!”

Before she could finish, the chest opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth and swallowed her.

The viewers saw Su Tianji’s legs wildly kicking around outside the chest.

“Wu-!”

Then, her legs straightened and turned stiff.

[You died.]