Book 1: B2 [Canon]: Killing the Streamer
Book 1: B2 [Canon]: Killing the Streamer
Before Fantasy Tales Online and after Eternal Space was another fantasy game that the Divine Brigade took part in, and it is the final game that the Divine Brigade had a serious presence in.
“This is going to be way too easy,” Ryouta says, staring at a castle in the distance from behind a tree line. The castle is huge, elaborate, and very well designed as far as aesthetics go. When it comes to actually being defensible and fulfilling the purpose of a castle, it is horribly designed.
“This is why you do not let girls design things,” Viktor says. Always choosing to play the brutish races in games, his current avatar is a hulking beastman with massive horns and boar-like tusks. It would be fair to compare him to a minotaur.
“Not all girls fit the stereotype. Don’t be too sexist now,” Ryouta says. His words make Viktor roll his eyes and grunt.
Their last major plan featured Viktor joining the enemy to betray them. This time, Spencer is the one going behind enemy lines and gaining their trust. He makes a very entertaining friend for their target to show off on stream. In fact, many of their target’s viewers have been asking for more Spencer and less of the host!
“And in her defense, it’s not like she has to worry about getting attacked by most players. Guys are obsessed with her, and they like her more than other girls, so she doesn’t have to worry about them taking some other girl’s side over hers. You know, it’s the cleavage effect. The more cleavage you show, the more faithful a bunch of virgin white knights are going to be to you,” Ryouta explains.
“She has huge tits, is nice looking at,” Viktor says.
“Don’t let your fiancée hear that.”
“A man must look at huge ones when stuck with washing board.”
“If I never hear from you again, I’ll understand why. Rest in peace, Brell,” Ryouta says, “Brell” being Viktor’s name in this game. They have other players around them whom don’t know any of their real names, so they’re sticking to their in-game aliases.
There are two main reasons as for why they are targeting this streamer: one, she’s gotten on Ryouta’s bad side by targeting and harassing a bunch of non-sexualized girl streamers by having her thousands of horny male viewers go after them out of jealousy and pride; and two, she thinks that she’s untouchable because she’s dating the game’s richest player, Ultimatum. Everybody but Ultimatum knows that she’s only dating him because of his wealth. She gets real money from flashing her cleavage on stream for a bunch of boys and gets in-game money by pretending to actually like the game’s richest player.
It helps that Ultimatum himself is an egotistical and annoying prick. So not only does Ryouta get to feel like he’s doing the right thing by killing one of the most toxic members of the game’s community, but he gets to piss off one of the game’s most annoying guys – her boyfriend. It makes it even better that he’s promised to never let anybody kill her.
Neither she nor her boyfriend expects one of gaming’s most manipulative and strategic spies to infiltrate their ranks.
A bright light is shone their way coming from the sewer system beneath the castle. All castles have sewers by the developer’s design choice. They’re to give players more than one method of attacking fortified castles.
Most players get around this security flaw by building another fortified position around the sewer’s entrance, this girl is too cocky to do such a thing.
“Alright, mages, put up a stealth field over us,” Ryouta commands.
A squad of four mages circle Ryouta, Viktor, and the rest of the infiltration squad. Each one of them raises their staves into the air and cast the same spell.
They are not turned totally invisible, but they are transparent enough that they won’t be spotted from a distance – from the few guards patrolling the castle’s walls.
They slowly make their way across the field between the castle and the forest.
A petite girl dressed in pretty, frilly clothes with a couple of cat ears sitting atop her head stands at the entrance of the sewer. She’s holding her dress up so that the bottom of it doesn’t hang into the sewage water. “Took you long enough to get over here!” she says. Her voice is high-pitched and just as cutesy as her clothes.
Ryouta gives her a pat on the head. A cat-like smile forms on her lips as she presses her head up against his petting hand. “Good job, Veya,” he praises her.
“Can we please do this now? I’m so tired of hanging around her, and I really want to reveal it to her viewers already,” Veya says. Ryouta and the rest of the Divine Brigade are the only ones who know Veya’s secret: she’s a he, and he’s Spencer.
“We’re in now, so let’s get to it.”
Ryouta doesn’t understand why more guilds don’t expect to get spies. Eternal Space is the only game they have ever played where corporations are constantly looking out for spies, and even then, they weren’t looking enough. The unwillingness to check players out for being potential spies is the number one reason why the Divine Brigade is able to pull off so many of its infamous plans.
Then again, their willingness to dedicate themselves to long-term spying—essentially living double lives for months—is also why people call them sociopaths and pathetic.
Spencer leads them through the sewers to stairs that will lead them up into the main castle. “She spends almost all of her time in her grand dressing room just trying on different titty outfits and talking to her viewers, and I’ve got permissions to enter the room, so all we have to worry about are the guards between here and there,” he explains. “Well, that’s all you would have had to worry about if I didn’t tell all of them she wants them to wait in the throne room for her.”
“I’ll get you some catnip when we’re done with this,” Ryouta says.
“You just want me to go nya for you, don’t you?”
“No, I really don’t. You’re already confusing my sexuality enough with this character.”
The hallways of the castle are clear. Viktor takes the members under his command and forms defensive positions between the grand dressing room and where the guards currently are in case they get discovered. There is a line of tanks, supporters to boost the tanks’ defense, casters and ranged behind them, and then a backline of healers. This formation is almost impenetrable against anything other than overwhelming force.
A smaller group of Divine Brigade members split off from the main force and head for the castle’s top floors with buckets of paint and brushes.
There is a group of six guards wearing elaborate armor outside of the entrance to the target’s room.
Spencer strolls right on up to them by himself.
“Hey, Veya, here to see the lady?” one of the guards asks Spencer.
Spencer goes full trap mode. “I am! Buuuutttt, I was thinking. She’s busy in there streaming right now, so… what if we all just go into the barracks and have a bit of,” he bites his lower lip, “fun there?” He runs one hand up his torso to his chest while his other slips down between his thighs. He’s even going so far as to flutter his eyelashes and everything. “You big, strong men are always having to play as guards, so how about you be the masters for once? I’ll do any.~ Thing.~ You.~ Say.~” Spencer leans up on his tiptoes, whispering into the ear of the guard he knows who fancies him the most while resting a hand on his chest.
The guards, of course, all believe he’s a she.
They are more than happy to let Spencer seduce them.
Unfortunately for the guards, they aren’t very happy when they are led into the middle of a trap that paralyzes them all and makes killing them child’s play. Though, before the final blows are dealt, Spencer has a gift for them.
He lifts his dress up for them.
A bulge.
Five of the men look horrified, but one of them looks like he’s even more in love with Spencer than before. As a final act of fanservice, Spencer blows them a kiss before using shadow magic to violently tear their souls out from their bodies.
“That one guy looked way too happy,” Ryouta says.
“You know what they say! As long as the dick is feminine,” Spencer teases.
There is nothing else between them and their final target now.
Spencer heads in first.
“Marly! I’m boooorrreeeedddd!” Spencer whines, playfully skipping up to her. He wraps his arms around her neck and hops up onto her, nuzzling his face against her own.
He knows that Marly absolutely hates this, but she knows that her viewers love the supposed girl-on-girl play. “What am I going to do with you? You’re such a clingy cat,” Marly says, her voice feminine yet seductive.
“You could just let me play with these!” Spencer says, hopping off of her to grope her breasts from behind. They look like they barely fit inside of the bikini armor that she’s wearing.
Anything for views.
Marly wants nothing more than to cringe from the groping, but the chat window floating in her vision is going wild as donations pour in.
“Nngh.~ Stop that, you’re getting me much too excited,” Marly says, rolling her head back and playing along.
“Hey, Marly, remember all those sluts who were trying to take your viewers away?” Spencer asks, whispering into her ear.
“Hmm? Why would I bother remembering them? They’re just insignificant little sluts who’ll suck any cock they see if it means getting more views. They’re not worth remembering.”
Marly has always referred to other girl streamers of this game as sluts no matter how modest and non-sexual they are.
“Weeeelllllll,” Spencer presses his lips against her ear, “Cast: Mind Shackles.”
Marly’s eyes go wide as she finds herself unable to move. “You – what are you doing? Are you playing another prank on me, Veya?”
“Oh, not this time.” Spencer turns to face the entrance. “You can come in now!”
Ryouta walks in followed by a group obstructing their faces with hoods.
Marly looks at Spencer with seething rage. She immediately recognizes Ryouta’s character and the white cross of the Divine Brigade. “You piece of shit! After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me?!”
“After everything you’ve done for me? Don’t you mean after everything I’ve done for you? I mean, are you forgetting how many of your viewers only watch you for me? They totally like me more than you. Guess they like dick more than tits,” Spencer teases.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Spencer lifts his dress again. Marly looks down and immediately sees it, as do all of her viewers.
A bulge.
“You fucking pervert!” Marly screams, desperately trying to break free from his control, but all she can do is just barely move her fingers.
“Don’t worry, your tits are gross. Like, what, did you just use the slider to make them as big as possible? They look like they should be on a cow or something.”
“I’ve got to agree with him. They’re way too big. Oh, and why do you always have to be showing them off? You know, I bet more guys would pay you if you’d wear sweaters. Us men like mystery,” Ryouta chimes in.
Marly directs her glare at him now.
“The hell does Divine Brigade want with me? What did I do to piss you pathetic no-life virgins off? What, are you mad you can’t get girls like me? Boo-fucking-hoo,” Marly shouts.
“Oh, gods no. Sorry, but you’re not my type at all. I like cute and innocent looking girls. Sure, I like looking at boobs as much as the next guy – though I am more of a thighs man, wait, I’m getting off point. My point is that you’re too… what’s the word… slutty for my taste,” Ryouta says, staring her directly in the eyes. That is something most men can’t do.
Ryouta may not be the type to discriminate against how sexually open a girl is, but he knows that being called a slut is something that she despises.
“By the way, those girls you had harassed?”
The hooded figures around him reveal their faces. They’re all girls, and Marly recognizes them as the “sluts” she’s had harassed and bullied.
“There’s just one final thing I have to do before I let them get their revenge,” Ryouta says, walking up to Marly and pulling out a pen from his bag. He draws a rather large and hairy dick that reaches across her whole face. “Your castle is getting a paint job right now to match your new look. Hope you enjoy the gift from us.”
The members who went to the top of the castle are currently rappelling down the sides to paint massive cocks all over its exterior walls.
“Alright, while we let the ladies get their revenge, let’s destroy all her shit.”
Marly’s victims surround her just as Spencer’s control wears off. She tries to fight back, but one girl against a dozen whom are all armed and very pissed off doesn’t end well for her.
After that day, Marly’s viewership plummeted from Spencer opening a temporary streaming channel himself just to put the final nail in the coffin, players from all over the game’s world came to take screenshots and video of her famous castle covered in bright pink cocks painted onto its walls, and she broke up with Ultimatum for failing to defend her and her castle despite him being on vacation. He made a massive blog post begging for her to come back that went viral as it showed off just how pathetic he was, but she refused.
Some of the girls who partook in killing Marly went and restarted their own streaming careers, but there was a problem with that. They all believed that Ryouta and the Divine Brigade were going to be friendly to them since they helped them get revenge.
The Divine Brigade had a reputation for only being allies with itself. The girls were only involved because it made Marly’s demise all the sweeter. Without that common cause uniting them, they were put in their places and shown that the Divine Brigade has no friends nor allies. They only have themselves.