I Was the Supporter of a Popular Dungeon Streamer, but the Power Harassment Was Too Much, so I Quit. I’m Useless Anyway, so It Shouldn’t Be a Problem, Right? Huh? The Views Are Dropping Like Crazy? - 61

Chapter 61:The Legendary Stream

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The area reminded me of a cyberpunk world, like a decayed futuristic city.

“Is it okay to close this door?”

Isshiki-san, who had followed me outside, asked. When I turned around, only a blue door was there. That blue door was connected to Room 12 of the karaoke box.

『It’s fine. Actually, you should hurry up and close it. The door itself is super tough, but the inside of the room is still fragile. If a monster gets in and destroys the equipment, you won’t be able to return.』

“Isshiki-san! Hurry up and close it!!”

“O-Okay!”

Isshiki-san quickly shut the door.

『When you want to leave, just go back through the door to the karaoke box and press the “End Performance” button.』

After relaying everything Cyan said to Isshiki-san, I took another look at the world we were in. We were standing at a crossroads. The sky was dark, and there wasn’t a single person around. I couldn’t sense any monsters either.

『Intruder detected! Intruder detected!』

A mechanical voice echoed through the intersection.

It was a giant ro*ba with four legs? A robot that looked like a ro*ba came rushing toward us.

『It’s a Dust Walker.』

“What the hell is that?”

『A monster. In this layer, machines are the monsters.』

“What!?”

On the side of the Dust Walker, I could see a gun barrel. The barrel was aimed directly at me.

『Commencing elimination.』

“”【Radiant Shield】!!””

Both Isshiki-san and I simultaneously conjured a wall of light, blocking the rapid gunfire from the Dust Walker. I immediately moved behind it and shattered it with a chop of my right hand.

“Tch!”

More Dust Walkers started gathering. If they surrounded us and fired from all directions, we wouldn’t be able to handle it!

“Cyan! Hurry up with Shirotsubaki!”

『Okay! I’m borrowing your body for a moment, Hamura-kun!』

“Haa!? What are you—ugh!?”

Thump!! My heart started pounding violently. At the same time, my entire body lost strength. The next moment, my body no longer obeyed me. I blinked on my own. My hands moved on their own. Even my breathing happened without my control.

『Cyan! You bastard!』

No words came from my mouth. My voice only reached Cyan. No doubt about it. Cyan and I had switched places. I was now just a soul, while Cyan had taken control of my body.

“…Don’t worry. I won’t do anything weird. In fact, this works in your favor.”

Cyan smirked.

“I’ll drill the movements of the strongest Seeker into this body.”

Using my mouth, my voice, Cyan said so.

『……!』

Cyan grabbed my prosthetic wrist, destroyed it, and reconstructed it. In her left hand, a katana with a pure white scabbard appeared.

“Divine Blade—Shirotsubaki.”

Isshiki-san must have sensed something was wrong. She looked at me—no, at Cyan, with suspicion.

“Isshiki-chan.”

“Isshiki- chan!?”

“Ah, sorry. Right now, I’m Cyan. I’m borrowing his body for a few minutes.”

“Eh? Ehh??”

“Start recording. We’re going live.”

Cyan held the scabbard in her teeth and drew the katana with her left hand. A pure white blade and guard, with a violet hamon. I had seen it countless times—hundreds of times. Cyan Talker’s ultimate OOPArt… Shirotsubaki. Isshiki-san still looked confused, but she did as she was told and activated Cyan’s exclusive Butler. As soon as the recording and streaming began, Cyan swung the katana and a brilliant white light erupted from the blade. A massive beam. The beam incinerated the mechanical creatures in front of Cyan.

“Murasame Sword Art: First Blade, Byakka.”

Shirotsubaki’s ability was “to emit light that devoured magic power.” For monsters, magic power was like blood for humans. If their magic power was depleted, they couldn’t sustain their existence and perished. It was an ability specialized for fighting monsters—undoubtedly the strongest ability for a Seeker. No “monster” entity could stand before this blade.

“Fourth Blade, ‘Byakko Kenbu’”

Cyan pointed the blade toward the sky. At the same time, eight swords of white light materialized around her.

“To all my fans watching… Long time no see.”

Cyan turned his gaze to the camera and spoke her signature line.

“Now… Let’s start a new legend.”

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The news spread across the world in an instant.

“Hey, Cyan is streaming!”

“Huh? No way!?”

“That’s gotta be a fake! No doubt about it!”

“No, it’s real! Look at these movements and the OOPArt… It has to be Cyan! And it’s coming from Cyan’s actual account!”

“His right arm is missing? What happened?”

“Didn’t he get his right arm cut off in his last stream? Did you forget?”

Without exception, every social media platform was flooded with the topic of Cyan’s return. TV ratings in Japan plummeted by 70%, with the entire nation fixated on Cyan’s stream and the news of the hero’s return reached even those lurking in the shadows.

In the back alleys of District Zero.

“What the hell…?”

A woman with a snake tattoo, Eika Hebiya, watched Cyan’s stream on her phone. A cigarette slipped from her lips from the shock.

“…Well, well. Seriously, ‘What the hell…?’ indeed.”

A white-haired man appeared before her.

“Ul.”

The man who had fought Hamura in the Guild Duel and led Iizuka down the abyss, Ul Wendia.

“Is this the work of Gekka?”

“Highly unlikely. Even that person seemed quite shaken. Judging by your reaction, it seems you know nothing either…. Despite being Cyan’s best friend.”

Eika clicked her tongue at that.

“Shut it. You were Cyan’s disciple, yet you don’t know anything either.”

“Hahaha! Looks like we’re in the same boat.”

Eika lowered her gaze back to her phone.

“Maybe it’s a fake video…? But these movements and that OOPArt are clearly…”

“That’s Cyan Talker indeed. There’s no mistaking it.”

Eika bit her lip.

“…Cyan is dead. This has to be a fake…!”

“Indeed. That person shares the same opinion as you and of course, I also share the same opinion.”

“Then what’s the meaning of this…?”

Ul crossed his arms.

“If I have to guess…”

He smiled.

“A warning to the Divine Order, most likely.”

Eika and Ul continued to stare at the image of Cyan on the screen. Their eyes, locked onto Cyan, held a quiet sorrow to it.

At the Divine Order Headquarters—Conference Room.

“What the hell is going on!?”

“That woman was taken care of, wasn’t she!? Hey, are you listening, Arashiki!!”

All the executives of the Divine Order turned their eyes to a single man. The man, called Arashiki, slurped his cup noodles and rested his cheek on his hand.

“No idea. I dealt a fatal wound  on her, but she got away before I could finish her off. That’s what I wrote in my report too, old men.”

“What’s with that attitude!?”

“Hmph! For the strongest Seeker of the modern era, your carelessness is unacceptable!”

Boku Arashiki, the strongest Seeker of modern times, let out a sigh.

“Putting aside the breaking news. Don’t forget the real reason we’re here.”

With just a single sharp glare from Arashiki, the members of the Divine Order fell silent.

“…Aren’t we here today to find the bastard who disturbed the Divine Tomb?”

The Divine Tomb. A report had just reached the Divine Order executives that a part of the OOPArts sleeping within the Divine Tomb had been stolen. The reason the Divine Order executives and Arashiki had gathered this time was to track down the culprit.

“Just identify the perpetrator, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“You bastard! Don’t get ahead of yourself just because you’re the number one Seeker!! Watch your tone—”

“You lot use me to maintain order in the Labyrinth City. I use you for the sake of my Guild, my family. That makes us business partners. In other words, we’re equals. Unfortunately, I don’t have any obligation to entertain a bunch of old men.”

“Tch…!”

“Let’s move this along. One of my guild members has a birthday tomorrow. I want to wrap this up and go buy a present.”

Amatsugahara, 172nd Floor.

Sae Isshiki felt chills run down her spine as she checked the number of concurrent viewers on the stream.

Concurrent viewers… 2.3 billion!?

Even the most popular streamers barely reached 3 million. This number was on an entirely different scale. It meant not just Japan, but the entire world was watching.

Isshiki’s concentration sharpened threefold. With 2.3 billion people watching, failure was not an option. She had to keep the stream as flashy, dynamic, and visually engaging as possible. She had to bring out every ounce of Cyan Talker’s presence.

As a Supporter, her pride gave her the strength to do her best. 

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T/N: Interesting fact, when Arashiki talking about his guild, the furigana for it read ギルド(家族=family) So for him, his guild = his family.