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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Rampage at the Theater
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"Ah, damn it, looks like I'm about to get caught again."
Alpaca.
He was a streamer averaging ten thousand viewers, who had hit a peak of thirty thousand on the launch day of Assassin's Dawn - Shadows in the City and was still holding steady at twenty thousand even a week later.
And he was one of the first streamers people turned to whenever a new entry in the Assassin's Dawn series dropped.
He'd been uploading story summaries for the series since the early days, along with review videos and recommendations for beginner-friendly titles.
That same Alpaca had been running a naked assassination challenge ever since launch day.
[The little rat was hiding there! Kuhaha!]
"Ah, shit, I got cau—..."
Shwaaak!
A dagger flew straight at his forehead in an instant, and his screen, clinging to the ceiling, went black.
After respawning, Alpaca trudged back to his guild and muttered.
"Whew, if I can just take down Drake, Zone 4 is done, but man, it's not easy. Too many grunts, and with Drake, it'd be nice to know exactly where he's holed up in the base."
The Overlords.
They were the cabal managing Zone 4 of Alteon—the game's main villains—one per zone: the queen, the mage tower lord, the king's faction leader, and the Disassembler boss, 'Drake.'
While their assassination difficulty was comparable to each other's, they were a cut above even the toughest marks in the royal zone, functioning as mid-bosses.
Among them, the Disassembler boss Drake had ten bases in Zone 4, spawning randomly in one of them.
He'd been spotted four times already.
His reputation was hanging by a thread. One more slip-up, and the guild might not sell him location intel anymore.
Alpaca bought Drake's location from the guild.
"Hm, the theater. Ha, now where in the theater is he hiding? Gotta nail it this time."
Fatigue was starting to build, and Alpaca let out a deep sigh.
Then another sigh at the incoming donation.
[Just go Musou at the theater. There are people doing naked Musou runs—why are you struggling so much?]
"Thanks for the ten grand donation. Musou? As if. Where do they even find people like that..."
-Lmao fr
-Come on, say something that makes sense.
[For real, though—bet he clears it soon?]
"Drake's straight-up impossible. Any other NPC, maybe, but the Overlords? Devs went all out making them unbeatable."
Alpaca was an assassination play enthusiast.
He didn't hate Musou either. Combat was part of Assassin's Dawn, after all.
Just that his skills fell a bit short for it in this title.
[You check the forums?]
"Oh. Someone on the forums pulling it off? If they do, I'll take 'em as my master, learn from them, and Kenwang till I Musou Drake!"
Kenwang: streaming non-stop until a goal was met.
Skilled players wrapped it in hours. Otherwise?
[Lmao that statement.]
"Yeah, no way I'd do it. Thanks for the donation—sweet as honey."
A few chats seemed genuinely mocking, but Alpaca brushed it off.
"Oh, sure, if it's a pro who clears it, no Kenwang."
He knew pros were too busy for other games, but he added the caveat anyway to avoid jinxing.
-Scared? ???
-Lmao
-We see you, Chu-paca!
-Just log off already, bro.
Thirty minutes before Alpaca's rash Kenwang pledge.
Seo-jun was heading into an alley where Disassembler grunts lurked, seeking Drake's whereabouts.
"Come on, let's step aside for a nice, honest chat."
"Fine, whatever."
He'd seen chat warning that open fights would summon guards and complicate things.
Splash, splash.
Deeper into the alley, a musty stench and the reek of stagnant puddles assaulted his nose.
"Good, you listen well."
"Yeah, right. Hey! Hand over everything you've got first. Including that wallet you swiped earlier."
As Seo-jun followed them deeper, two more grunts appeared, boxing him in front and back in the narrow alley.
-Dude did 13v1 earlier, this is nothing
-Fr lmao
-But Unknown's got no weapons, right? How's he fighting that many?
-How'd he even get Drake intel lol? No rep for guild info, and betrayer subquests take forever.
"Hm?"
Seo-jun paused the game, spotting something odd while scrolling chat.
"Guys, is catching these gang members tough? Does it take long?"
-Nah, it's an Overlord hunt—of course it's hard????
-Fr lmao
"What's an Overlord?"
-Kek!!!
-That's our streamer, newbies—taking notes?
-"What's parrying?" flashbacks...
Chats from Winter Defense Master, White Horse Bullet Patient, and Brick Mugger King popped up in order.
['No Way' donated 1,000 won!]
[You don't even know what Overlords are and you're going after them?]
"Explain it for me."
In truth, Seo-jun knew about Drake. He'd skimmed community posts for all the basics.
He'd realized he needed some game knowledge to keep the stream rolling.
Running into Disassemblers at the market was pure coincidence, though.
From yesterday's research, there were two main ways to get Drake's location.
First: rack up enough rep from assassination missions to buy intel from groups like the Alteon open faction or guilds.
Second: complete a subquest to set up anonymous info trading, then buy Drake's spot from a Disassembler grunt.
The key? Both required considering the informant's future safety to get them talking.
So, what if you removed that concern altogether?
That's what community users theorized.
The game's freedom degree allowed for it.
Seo-jun thought the same while reading those posts. His approach just differed.
'Just beat the grunts senseless enough that they can't worry about repercussions?'
Worst case, follow the guides.
Once he had the location, taking Drake would be a breeze anyway.
"So, gotta get intel first, huh? And that's the hard part. Plus actually catching them."
-Yup
-You're not postponing till tomorrow, right?
-No guides allowed
"Sigh. I don't back out."
Chat flooded with lmao's. Streamers in a pinch were viewer catnip, every time.
Seo-jun resumed the game.
"Hey, your ugly mugs scared the kid stiff."
"Then why'd you start vending without our say-so, huh?"
The Disassembler grunts snickered, trading lame jabs.
Seo-jun asked them straight.
"You know where Drake is?"
"Boss? Sure. So what? Why would we just tell y—..."
That was all he needed. He cut the grunt off.
"Good enough."
"?"
"Gonna hit you first. You all talk after a beating."
"What the hell?! Boys, kill him!"
Grunts drew daggers and charged.
Seo-jun kicked off the wall, vaulting over the front group.
Getting sandwiched in tight quarters was more hassle than expected.
He dodged the next dagger rush, grabbed the arm, and slammed the grunt down.
Gurk.
[Disassembler Grunt's Basic Dagger]
The grunt dropped his blade; Seo-jun snatched it midair.
-How'd he even grab that?
-Reaction speed insane
Armed now, Seo-jun swiftly cleared the trash mobs.
Clang!
"Gah!"
Clang!
"Ngh."
Clang!
In seconds, everyone was down except the one who'd spilled about the boss.
"Parrying really is convenient."
-Kek
-High-level confirmed!
-Musou looks fun
-Don't get ideas, casuals lol
The last grunt charged too.
Clang!
He crumpled beside his buddies, groggy.
Seo-jun approached the terrified survivor slowly.
"Where's Drake?"
Viewers started mocking his antics.
-That'll work lol
-Fr lmao
The grunt just trembled, silent.
Seo-jun waited for recovery.
"Like hell I'll tell you!"
He sprang up again.
Clang!
Down in the same spot.
"Where's Drake?"
-??? New torture method?
-Wake up lol
"Like hell I'll tell you!"
Up once more, shouting.
Clang!
Seo-jun parried again.
"Where's Drake?"
-Lmaoooo
-Pure madness lmao
Viewers didn't get it, but Seo-jun noticed the grunt's reactions dulling each groggy phase.
"Oh. He's weakening bit by bit."
-Where you going with this
-What are we even watching prof
-Keep deluding yourself—no intel that way. Hit up a guide already
One more parry-down, wait for rise—now even viewers saw the difference.
Seo-jun asked.
"Where's Drake?"
"Th-that's...!"
The grunt dodged and bolted; Seo-jun closed in fast.
Wild dagger swing met another parry.
The groggy foe cracked.
-????
-This works?
-MovieSoft devs wild af lmao—hate Musou but add routes like this
-Newbie streamer teaching game— this normal?
"Biggest theater on 13th Street. He's there... please stop..."
"Oh, it actually worked. So, where exactly is Drake?"
No response.
"No big reaction. Like seizing up or anything?"
-Demon lmao
-Streamer's got game brain too? Finding new routes ㄷㄷ
['You're This Kind of Guy' donated 1,000 won!]
[Etore, so this is the guy you fought so hard against.]
-Etore reevaluation lmao
-He straight-up died for this...
Seo-jun ignored the chat buzz and pulled up the map.
"Hm. Dagger's too short anyway—uncomfortable. Anything better around?"
In Assassin's Dawn, nothing was off-limits as a weapon.
Fruit knives from markets, darts and bottles from taverns, bowling pins— all viable.
-Grind some cash, buy a weapon.
-Wire = spy movie fun
-Pickpocket time?
"Hm, me... Oh, this'll do."
Seo-jun scanned around, grabbed something, swung it experimentally.
[Rusty Pipe]
"Perfect length. Weapon secured—off to 13th Street."
13th was the culture strip.
The biggest theater there: White Lotus Theater, three blocks from the market.
Hinted even top theaters fell under Disassembler sway.
Seo-jun arrived quickly.
Overarmed "guards" loitered about.
'No way to pinpoint Drake.'
Thugs packed thick.
Whatever.
He wasn't assassinating anyway.
Nor were viewers here for that.
"Sorry, show's over..."
Crash!
No warning—Seo-jun strode to the main entrance and smashed the glass with his pipe.
A machete-drawing grunt ate a swift pipe strike.
HP barely ticked.
'Not even close.'
Waited for the swing...
Clang!
Read the arc, parried.
-Kek!
-Every hit's mesmerizing—how no fails? Lmao
Thud thud thud!
More grunts rushed in at the noise.
But.
Each pipe swing rang clear.
Seo-jun thinned them out, heading for the entrance stairs.
Best spot to handle droppers.
Eventually.
Stairs piled with bodies.
Rare rear patrol ambushes? Sound cues let him handle easy.
Total stack: thirty.
"Thirty in a theater this size? Sheesh, devs are brutal. How's anyone supposed to assassinate?"
Amazed at intended difficulty, Seo-jun strolled inside casually.
-????
-You saying that???
-Wtf did I just watch—speechless af
-He's for real...
Inside, mad laughter echoed from the stage.
The foe awaited center-stage.
-Saw this in another streamer's fail—scary af then, hilarious now lmao
-Lol so can Drake 1v30? Etore too? Lol
Disassembler boss, Drake.
True to sleazy gang lord form, he flung a knife as Seo-jun neared.
"Die!"
Tiny throwing knife, blinding fast.
Cling!
Seo-jun pipe-batted it away instantly.
-Parried a flyby??? Not dodging???
-How
-Reaction god
"Don't react to the incoming—watch their fingertips, predict. Way easier."
Closer he got, more knives flew.
Fire rate ramped; midway, dual-wield tosses.
Seo-jun parried them all.
With pipe.
-Nailing flybys too lmao— what can't you parry?
-Viewers
-Oh right, can't parry viewers lol
Just like that, Seo-jun closed the gap to Drake.
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