Chapter 21: Raid group reorganization(1)

Jereble [Live Broadcast] [1251]

Raid reset at 7:00, attempt ongoing.

Delon Online:

• Can you clear it today?
• If the tanks do well, it should be possible.
• Aren’t they already doing great?
• I watched the first clear video. They need to do even better.
• Lolol, the tanks are the problem.

“Guys, come on. Our tanks are doing great. Stop saying weird stuff,” Jereble sighed internally as he glanced at the stream chat.

As a streamer who formed a raid team, he had been leading his viewers in attempts to secure the first kill of the raid.

However, just a few days ago, a new raid team had snatched the first kill they had been aiming for.

Although everyone pretended otherwise, Jereble could tell that morale had dipped.

Even he felt less motivated. But as a streamer, he needed to maintain the same attitude as always—not just for the raid team, but for the stream, ensuring his viewers still enjoyed themselves.

“Alright, let’s give it our all again today.”

Jereble’s raid team was solid. Having tried multiple times already, their proficiency had steadily improved.

Their relentless progress pushed them past all the bosses until they reached the final one.

For their first attempt, they used their usual tactic. However, after a quick wipe, the chat buzzed with activity.

• Might be better to change tactics.
• Lol, follow the middle schoolers’ raid strat.
• Hahaha, wiped already!
• Bro, make the tanks kite the elites.

“Ugh… Should we really do that? Let’s try a few more times and see how it goes,” Jereble muttered, looking at his raid team.

Everyone there was one of his viewers. Even without the title of raid leader, most of them trusted and followed him.

“Alright, let’s do a few more tries, and if it’s not working, we’ll adjust the strategy.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Got it.”

The raid members agreed to Jereble’s suggestion.

And so, the attempts continued.

Two, three, four… Ten attempts later, Jereble finally paused the raid and began adjusting their strategy.

The adjustments weren’t exactly groundbreaking.

“Can you kite 60 elite mobs?”

“With just two healers? That’s going to be tough.”

“I’ll assign five healers. Think you can manage then?”

“If that’s the case, sure…”

If two healers couldn’t handle it, just assign more. Fortunately, Jereble’s raid team had a surplus of healers.

With that, the next attempt began.

The tanks in Jereble’s raid team were skilled enough that kiting 30 elite mobs wasn’t an issue.

• Wow, the clear looks possible now, lol.
• Look at the boss’s HP dropping.
• Damn, lolol, Jereble, lol.

Then, another 30 elite orcs spawned.

The tank already kiting the first 30 quickly moved to grab the aggro of the newly spawned orcs as well.

Jereble was a mage.

There were no specific tactics for mages.

They simply stood still and poured out damage, allowing plenty of time to observe their surroundings.

Occasionally, they had to dodge a charge pattern, but it was an easy task—one they could do with their eyes closed.

“Ah… this feels a bit unstable.”

Jereble’s gaze shifted to the tank kiting 60 orcs.

It looked precarious.

Just as he thought, the tank was in a dangerous state.

Their HP fluctuated violently, dropping 50–80% within a single second.

This gap was being filled by an excessive shower of heals from the healers.

However, this overabundance of healing indicated something else: rapid mana depletion.

Since large amounts of HP were being lost at once, powerful healing spells were required.

But these powerful heals had a long casting time.

This meant that if the healers didn’t preemptively cast their spells, the tank could die before they could respond to the HP drop.

As the tank’s HP fluctuated wildly, a continuous stream of healing spells poured in, quickly refilling their health.

However, it resulted in overhealing.

Even when the tank’s HP was at 100%, the healing effects continued to rain down on them.

At that moment, five orcs among the 60 broke away from the group.

The aggro had shifted due to the excessive healing.

Panic spread as eyes darted around.

Jereble, the off-tank, and the healers all exchanged worried glances in midair.

The off-tank quickly sprang into action, intercepting the five stray orcs.

But another issue arose.

In the rush, the orcs were now too far from their original aggro targets.

Orcs that were separated from their targets began scattering in all directions.

It was a failed attempt.

This thought crossed the minds of both the viewers and Jereble.

At that moment, more orcs poured out.

Now, there were 90 elite orcs in total.

The damage dealer line screamed and scattered in all directions.

The tanks, who tried to regain control, were quickly overwhelmed and wiped out by the orcs’ relentless attacks.

Next were the healers.

Then the damage dealers followed.

Once everyone revived, Jereble reflected on the situation.

Could this strategy lead to a clear?

No.

It was impossible to clear the raid with this tactic.

The middle schoolers’ raid team had succeeded because of their tank’s overwhelming skill and their 30 mages.

Their setup had 7 healers, 3 tanks, and the remaining 30 as damage dealers.

But Jereble’s team had 5 tanks, 15 healers, and only 20 damage dealers.

Among those damage dealers, 5 were melee classes who couldn’t easily deal consistent damage.

It was inevitable that they lacked damage output.

From the start, this tactic wasn’t feasible for Jereble’s team.

• Wow, the tanks are so bad, lol.
• I don’t think this is a tank problem.
• No, it’s definitely the tanks’ fault.
• Feels like a lack of damage. There aren’t enough DPS.
• So the damage dealers are the issue?

However, Jereble was determined to modify the tactic and attempt it anyway.

If the existing strategy didn’t work, he wanted to adapt it to secure the clear.

Fortunately, he found a way to adjust it.

Jereble’s raid team had 5 tanks.

After assigning 1 main tank and 2 charge pattern tanks, there was still 1 tank left.

Each of the tanks would kite 30 orcs.

This time, however, the placement of the healers became an issue.

“How many healers are needed to sustain each tank with 30 orcs?”

“About 3 or 4… should suffice.”

Thus, the healers were redistributed.

Excluding those assigned to the main tank and the charge tanks, the remaining healers were allocated to support the kiting tanks.

And so, the raid began once more.

I quietly left the raid group and submitted my application to join my own team.

However, I didn’t know yet.

There was a chance that the issue on the day of the raid hadn’t been resolved, and the post might not have been uploaded yet.

I waited with some time passing.

During that period, the application messages kept piling up.

And then, the day of the raid came.

I accepted all the members from the higher-level raid group who had no issues.

In total, 14 new members were added.

The variety of classes in the damage dealer line increased.

It meant that I needed to elect new class leaders and group the players differently.

But the problem was Hwarang.

He was the only archer in the raid group.

“Where should I put him…?”

He was a ranged damage dealer with good mobility.

I ended up placing Hwarang in the mage line.

It was a fairly satisfying arrangement.

The damage dealers from the higher-level raid team gradually dropped out.

This was a large-scale move that had occurred over several days.

People with a keen eye would have immediately figured out which raid group they had joined.

That day, a new post appeared on the Deron Online gallery.

[Deron Online Gallery]

[The gallery owner seems to have ninja’d the top raid group’s damage dealers. Upvote for sure, lol] [151]

(An image of Yeon’s character holding a sword high)

Fear the middle school Hokage!!!!

[Comments]

[This isn’t an upvote; I’m just trolling]

[I used my alt characters to upvote 20 times]

[Several damage dealers left our raid too…] [Stolen by the middle schoolers]

[Did the middle schoolers really ninja them? What happened to the gold?]

[It was all shared]

[But why are they called ninjas?]

[LOL, they just call them middle school ninjas, haha]

[Yeah, they’re ninjas. I was robbed of something huge…]

[What was it?]

[My heart…]

[Me too… My heart hurts…]