Chapter 767: Who Dares Say I'm an Entertainment Streamer? Watch Me Open a Treasure Chest First

"Huh? How can you not even beat a basic mob like that?" Several elves watching from behind looked utterly disdainful, considering this person was wearing tattered rags and looked only a tiny bit stronger than a hollowed corpse at most.

Granted, while hollowed corpses were weak, it was entirely relative.

They knew how to hide, ambush, play dead, and call on their companions to swarm in a mob. Sometimes while fighting, a crossbow bolt would inexplicably pierce one's forehead from a blind spot where a hollowed marksman was undoubtedly concealed, while the corpse standing outside was merely a distraction.

Thus, being weak was only relative to the other monstrosities within Dark Souls.

"This one looks a bit stronger than a hollow corpse, is it an elite hollow?" the elves behind discussed.

"To get past Iudex Gundyr only to be instantly killed by an elite hollow, it must have been pure luck."

"Let's go, let's go, nothing to see here," one elf spoke up.

"What do you mean pure luck!?" Karenbel simply could not tolerate this. Upon resurrecting, she rushed straight back toward this "elite hollow," gritting her teeth, determined to crush it today!

"I was just careless moments ago!" she quickly shouted aloud. "This time I will definitely pass!"

Once again, she stood before this gaunt, tattered man wielding a long katana.

"As long as I time it well and read his attacks, he definitely won't touch me." This time, Karenbel was clearly much more cautious.

Meanwhile, Owner Fang had just finished a boss fight and was checking his inventory, casually glancing over a set of clothes that looked completely ragged, which displayed two lines of equipment description:

"A tattered, poverty-stricken outfit, though it is said men do not mind it at all."

"The master calculates the exact distance of the blade's tip, evading the strike by a hair, thus leaving the body unharmed while only the clothes are slit."

...

One day later.

Not a single spectating elf remained behind Karenbel.

Owner Fang glanced over as he walked past: "How are you still in the starting village?"

"..."

"Can you please just not talk!" She was on the absolute verge of exploding.

...

A few days later, several Saint-level powerhouses gathered in the shop's lounge area: "Have you cleared the tutorial yet?"

"Don't even mention it... after defeating Gundyr... I was schooled by that 'master' for a whole day, and only just made it out."

"I have it worse!" another Saint-level powerhouse lamented with bitter tears. "At the Firelink Shrine, I mistook that dejected swordsman sitting next to the Lords of Cinder thrones for a monster and slashed him twice. Now I've deleted my character to start over..."

"Why?"

"Every time I resurrect he hunts me down, over and over again..." That Saint was clearly on the brink of a mental breakdown. "I still haven't managed to beat him..."

(Firelink Shrine can be understood as the fountain area in League of Legends or a safe main city zone in World of Warcraft.)

"..." It was utter, endless suffering.

"This won't do!" Saint Leyton pondered. How could they be the only ones suffering?

Saint Wilson, Saint Leyton, and several other Saints locked eyes in the lounge area, recognizing each other as like-minded individuals, and immediately hit it off: "We can recommend this mystic realm to more people!"

Instantly, the group huddled even closer, whispering, "What about Saint Willy?"

The president of the Mage Guild was absolutely one of the top figures.

"Lord Saladin is also a good choice!" Leyton added.

"Ah!" The others immediately showed expressions that said, "You understand me perfectly."

"What about Her Ladyship Joana of the Alchemist Association?" They were referring to the mature woman in the fiery red magic robes who had participated in the war against the Shadow Legion.

"What about Saint Hermadon?" The world mage Hermadon was also known as the Arrogant Hermadon, clearly a very proud individual.

"And also..."

"Hahahahaha..." The lounge area, which had been stiflingly depressed at first, was instantly filled with an atmosphere of joyful merriment.

...

Unlike the new shop where a crowd of Saints were stuck on the very first stage for the longest time, the old shop was progressing much more smoothly.

At this moment, a kobold sat on the sofa, clutching a communication jade, thoroughly engrossed in watching a live stream.

The elves and knights beside him were also holding their own communication jades, completely mesmerized.

Through the bonfire camp of Firelink Shrine, one could warp to the High Wall of Lothric. Stepping onto these magnificent ramparts truly meant leaving the starting area.

The desolate battlements held nothing but hollowed corpses. The grand pathway upon the wall was wide enough for four carriages to drive abreast, and one could even see the colossal corpse of a dragon, weathered away upon the wall as if entirely abandoned.

Countless hollows knelt toward the giant dragon in pilgrimage, resembling devout believers.

Following the wall upward and utilizing the spyglass, one could survey the surrounding castle complexes stretching out like rolling mountains. Though many areas had collapsed or lay ruined,

Lorin was currently watching Su Tianji's stream: "How is this streamer?"

"I heard from Xiaoyue that she seems to be an entertainment streamer," Sera replied.

They watched as Su Tianji played online co-op with Nalan Mingxue and a few others.

Dark Souls allowed online multiplayer gameplay; each player's world acted as a parallel dimension. By writing a sign on the ground, any player possessing an Ember could see these signs left by other dimensions and summon them, allowing them to enter their world as a "Phantom."

Similarly, NPCs could also leave signs, since players were not the only "Unkindled Ash" in this world.

"But it clearly says 'technical streamer' right here..." Lorin glanced at the stream bio below.

Right then, while Su Tianji skillfully slaughtered the hollows on the high wall alongside her companions, she spoke up: "Why do I always feel like someone is calling me an entertainment streamer behind my back?"

A row of bullet commentary flooded the screen: "Isn't that accurate?"

"Who said it?"

"Well said!"

"..."

"You bunch of haters! You're infuriating me!" Su Tianji smoothed her slightly messy hair and looked ahead. Upon the abandoned high wall, a fire-breathing dragon dozens of yards long perched at the very top.

The round tower gate below was locked tight.

Hollows and Pus of Man, resembling the second phase of Iudex Gundyr, ran rampant everywhere. This desolate city seemed fraught with danger and mystery at every turn, though it also incited imagination as to whether any treasures remained.

After all, the system version of the game differed from the original, as some items from the system version could be manifested into reality.

Flames spewed forth, incinerating every monster across more than half of the battlements into ash!

"Look, isn't that dragon guarding some kind of treasure?" Su Tianji's sharp intuition seemed to catch on to something. "Otherwise, why does it always stay perched up there?"

"How about this, you guys distract the dragon's attention in a moment, and take the chance to check out the round tower beneath it." Su Tianji felt it was necessary to properly showcase her skills, lest people keep mistaking her for an entertainment streamer.

Nalan Mingxue made an 'oj8k' gesture.

Immediately afterward, she dashed along the path directly underneath the giant dragon. The dragon expectedly took a deep breath and breathed fire downward.

By then, Nalan Mingxue had already made a clutch escape into the opposing watchtower. This incredibly thick battlement and watchtower wall, whatever it was meant to defend against, could not even be pierced by dragon fire.

Su Tianji took the opportunity to slip into the structure beneath the dragon.

"That was pretty technical, right!" Su Tianji boasted proudly.

"This streamer actually seems to possess quite a bit of skill..." Lorin marveled.

Opening the iron door revealed a thoroughly derelict room, a chaotic mess save for a few dilapidated utensils proving someone had once stayed here.

It seemed entirely devoid of any value to search.

Right at that moment, she suddenly spotted a massive, weathered chest down on the first floor!

"Ah! There really is treasure!" Su Tianji’s beautiful eyes lit up brilliantly.

Stepping up to the chest, she opened it while proudly boasting, "Impressive, right? This is what you call instinct!"

"Who dares call me an entertainment stre—mmph, mmph, mmph!"

Before she could even finish her sentence, the chest swung wide to reveal a giant, fanged maw, swallowing her in a single bite.

Su Tianji's two legs were left kicking wildly on the outside, struggling frantically.

"Mmph!"

Her legs went rigid and straight.

"You Died."

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