Meanwhile—
in Raven Shaw's stream.
Just as everyone had feared, Raven Shaw's situation was no better than Adrian Vale's.
If anything, it was worse.
Adrian Vale was facing a human opponent.
Raven Shaw, however… had run into a B-rankDivine Domain: Forbidden Zone beast—the kind that made entire countries go pale.
On-screen, a gray-black monster nearly five to six meters tall prowled in a slow circle around her, like a butcher deciding where to cut first.
Dragon Nation's chat was shaking.
"Jesus… that thing is huge."
"B-rank?! How is this even fightable?!"
"Adrian Vale hasn't died yet and Raven Shaw looks like she might drop first…"
"Two streams, two deaths… is Dragon Nation's luck done?! Is the sky really trying to erase us?!"
The comments never reached Raven Shaw.
Because she wasn't looking.
She was looking at the beast.
The Devourer Beast prowled—and then its patience snapped.
"ROOOOAR—!!!"
It charged.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A B-rank monster's raw force was obscene. Its sprint alone shredded the environment—
boulders shattered.
tree trunks burst apart.
the ground cracked under each impact like brittle glass.
In the blink of an eye, it was already on top of Raven Shaw.
Foreign viewers flooding in from other nations started howling.
"HAHA—Adrian Vale's side isn't dead yet, but this woman's about to die to a beast first!"
"Dragon Nation's 'good luck' is finally ending!"
"Two free resources made them arrogant—this is the Divine Domain: Forbidden Zone! There's no mercy here!"
"Once Dragon Nation collapses, Blue Star is still Miracle Nation's era!"
Dragon Nation's stream didn't even have the energy to argue back.
Because the Devourer Beast's claw was already a breath away—
close enough that the next frame should've been blood.
And then—
Raven Shaw moved.
Not a leap. Not a roll.
Just a slight tilt of her body—as if stepping aside to let someone pass.
Her pale hand brushed the beast's forearm from the side, so lightly it looked like nothing.
Whoosh.
Slash—!
To Raven Shaw and the beast, it was a slow exchange.
To everyone watching, it happened in less than a second.
The Devourer Beast shot past her.
And Raven Shaw—
stood there.
Unscathed.
The chat froze.
"Wait… what?"
"How is she not dead?!"
"That thing passed her—how did it not hit?!"
"She… dodged it?"
"You're telling me she dodged a B-rank charge?!"
Even the studio panel was stunned.
Sienna Blake's voice cracked. "That speed—through the screen I felt like I couldn't breathe… and she dodged it?!"
Dr. Hart exhaled hard. "Whatever happens next—she's alive. That alone is a miracle."
Derek Vaughn tried to start his usual nonsense—
"Dodging once means nothing. Can she do it twice—"
Captain Cole's gaze slid over like a blade.
Derek Vaughn shut his mouth immediately.
The Devourer Beast didn't "think."
It didn't "analyze."
It only understood one thing:
If it missed—hit again.
"ROOOOAR—!!!"
It charged a second time.
The destruction was worse than before, and this time its speed looked… faster.
It arrived at Raven Shaw again—
And again—
It missed.
Raven Shaw slipped past the attack like wind through reeds.
Twice wasn't luck.
Twice was skill.
The chat erupted.
"Again?!"
"She's actually untouchable?!"
"All Attributes +45 can't explain this… this is something else!"
"It's like she's predicting it!"
The Devourer Beast finally grew furious.
Even with its low intelligence, it could feel the humiliation:
This human wasn't fighting it seriously.
She wasn't even pressured.
So the beast changed tactics.
It leapt high—
and slammed down like a meteor.
BOOOOM—!!!
The impact spiderwebbed cracks across the earth. Dust exploded upward, turning the screen into a storm of gray.
Dragon Nation's viewers clenched their teeth.
"This is it—this is the B-rank difference…"
"Raven Shaw—don't lose!"
"Adrian Vale still needs you—hurry!"
Then someone shouted in chat:
"Wait—LISTEN!"
Inside the dust cloud came a chain of violent sounds—
Boom!
Boom!!
ROAR—!!!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Heavy impacts.
Raging bellows.
But one sound was missing.
No scream from Raven Shaw.
As the dust thinned, two silhouettes emerged—
one massive.
one slender.
The Devourer Beast attacked like a berserk machine—over and over—hammering the ground, swiping, biting, clawing.
And Raven Shaw…
moved like she was dancing.
Every attack missed.
The beast smashed craters into the earth—
but couldn't even graze her sleeve.
From a distance it looked like a stage play:
Raven Shaw was the lead—light on her feet, calm enough to be cruel.
The Devourer Beast was the clown—flailing, failing, howling in helpless rage.
The entire world watched, stunned.
"Is this real?!"
"A human… humiliating a B-rank?!"
"Dragon Nation's representative is cheating!"
"Then go try cheating inside the Divine Domain: Forbidden Zone yourself!"
The dust finally cleared completely.
And the viewers saw something that made them go even quieter:
Raven Shaw wasn't even watching the beast.
Her eyes weren't locked on its claws.
Her hands were making small, precise motions in the air—
like she was scrolling a screen.
"…No way," someone typed. "Is she reading the barrage?"
The answer came a second later, when Raven Shaw murmured, almost casually:
"Mm? …The kid's in trouble?"
The chat detonated.
"She's actually reading the barrage?!"
"Fighting a B-rank while checking messages?!"
"Devourer Beast: I feel deeply insulted."
"Raven Shaw, please—respect the boss monster!"
Raven Shaw sighed.
Her tone was cool, flat—almost bored:
"You're noisy."
Her hand slid to the hilt of her combat saber.
The chat held its breath.
"Finally—she's drawing!"
"End it, Raven Shaw!!"
The Devourer Beast slammed down again—
BOOM!
Raven Shaw sidestepped—
and in the same motion, her leg snapped up with clean, brutal elegance.
THUD—!!!
The Devourer Beast's massive body launched upward like it had been punted by a cannon.
For one heartbeat, the camera caught the flash of Raven Shaw's movement—raw athletic grace—
and half the chat forgot they were watching a life-or-death fight.
"Mother… I've seen god."
"Thank you for the blessing, Raven Shaw!"
"THIS LEG—"
Before anyone could even finish typing—
Raven Shaw blurred.
She appeared above the airborne beast, faster than it could react.
Her combat saber was fully drawn now, the blade's patterns shimmering with a faint blue light.
She didn't speak.
She simply drove the blade straight down—
CRACK—!
Not the sound of steel cutting flesh.
The sound of steel breaking through bone.
The blade punched through the Devourer Beast's skull and into its brain.
The beast let out one final, jagged scream—
"ROOOOAR—!!!"
—and fell.
BOOOOM—!!!
A mountain of muscle hit the ground and didn't move again.
B-rank Devourer Beast—killed in an instant.
Raven Shaw landed with a smooth backflip, light as a feather.
No dust clung to her boots.
No strain showed on her face.
It was as if nothing had happened.
The chat went dead for half a second—
then exploded into pure disbelief.
"What… what did I just watch?"
"ONE-SHOT."
"B-rank. ONE-SHOT."
"Raven Shaw… what are you?"
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