Chapter 46 : Then see you on the next broadcast…!

[Lene]
[Let’s Talk]
[New Dimension | 939 Viewers | 01:59:51]
“Everyone, you worked really hard yesterday…”
“Yes, good job everyone!”

After arriving at the bar, our agreed-upon meeting place, we exchanged brief greetings and clinked our glasses together.

It wasn’t the crisp clink of glass beer mugs, but the slightly dull sound that echoed had its own charm.

“Hmm…”

I took a big gulp of beer without hesitation. The refreshing carbonation soothing my throat felt as good as ever.

─You drink well.

“Lynell could have joined us too…”

—LL

Not just me, but the other Rebungies (community members) also thought it would’ve been fine for

Lynell, who stayed in the stream alone until we cleared the raid, to join us here.

Even when the stream was cut off midway, he didn’t go to bed but instead stayed in the gallery waiting for me.

I heard there was talk of using the “Hal” strategy weapon, but… well, since they didn’t actually use it, it’s fine.

However, for some reason, he firmly declined and chose not to attend.

…I was really looking forward to meeting one of the Rebungies who’s been around since the second stream, so it’s a shame.

“Well then… we’ve made our toast as promised, so shall we check out the items now?”

At my words, all the Rebungies nodded in agreement.

Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded continuing this atmosphere a bit longer, but most of the people still watching my stream were likely here to see the rewards from the Albion raid.

《Treasure Chest of Albion》
《A treasure chest containing rewards from defeating Albion.》
《Level Requirement: 65》

I took the Treasure Chest of Albion out from my inventory and placed it on the table.

The Rebungies stared at it with eyes full of curiosity, and I, too, was so excited that I didn’t know what to say.

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I slowly opened the lid of the chest.

Then, two silver-blue lights burst out from the treasure chest.

《Albion’s Leather Shield》
《A leather shield crafted from the hide of the ancient white dragon, Albion, the savage ruler of Nibelrod.》
《The scales of a dragon are said to be the toughest material, impervious to any attack.》
《+10% Total HP》
《+510 Defense》
《Unique Grade》
《Binds to owner upon equipping》
《Durability: 200/200》
《Level Requirement: 65》

“Wow.”

The first item left me breathless.

Of course, it’s a dropped item, so it’s natural for its stats to be better than crafted items, but I hadn’t imagined a Unique-grade item to be this good.

If this is the level of a Unique-grade item, just how powerful would an Epic-grade item be…?

One thing I could say for sure was that its specs were much better than the gear obtainable from the Tagirion raid.

= ‘Aquacolor’ donated 2,000 won.

“The specs are insane, lol.”

“Ah, Aquacolor, thank you for the donation…”

It was exactly what I wanted to say myself.

The effort we went through to clear this raid feels worth it, doesn’t it?

And earlier, two silver-blue lights had burst out of the treasure chest.
There was still one more piece of equipment left.

《A Certain Dwarf’s Warhammer》
《A warhammer forged by a dwarf from the distant past to slay Albion.》
《The masterpiece he created at the end of his life still retains its immense power.》
《+260 Strength》
《+1090 Attack Power》
《Unique Grade》
《Binds to owner upon equipping》
《Durability: 150/150》
《Level Requirement: 65》

A warhammer.

The second piece of equipment was a warhammer.

Its specs were lower than the warhammer I was currently using, but that was only because I had fully enhanced the one I obtained from the Tagirion raid. If I were to fully enhance this warhammer…
I’m sure I’d become even stronger.

None of the Rebungies spoke a word. They simply stared at me in silence.

“If I hit them with this… wouldn’t heretics repent much faster?”

─”Oh my god, this crazy woman, lololol.”

= ‘ZenElUnion’ donated 2,000 won.

What exactly did the Elune Order ever do to you…?

= ‘RockStrike’ donated 2,000 won.

“Seriously, you’re so consistently unhinged, lol.”

“……Being a heretic is a sin, isn’t it?”

Auction Results

Albion’s Leather Shield naturally went to the tank, who was also a warrior.

Well, it made sense since there was only one tank in our group who even used a shield.

—How is it that out of all the tanks, only one uses a shield? Strange.

Anyway, next up was the auction for A Certain Dwarf’s Warhammer.

Of course, I was the only one in our party yesterday who used a warhammer. But there’s still something called common courtesy, and I couldn’t just take it for free.

Even earlier, when the shield was claimed, the warrior paid 9,000 gold for it.

So I figured I’d have to pay at least that much.

Just as I was about to start the auction with that in mind, someone quietly raised their hand.

It was the alchemist Rebungie who had been the MVP of the Albion raid.

“Um, may I make a suggestion?”

“Ah, yes….”

When I nodded, they took a deep breath and began to speak.

“How about we just give this warhammer to Lene?”

“…Huh? Wait, no. That’s, uh, that’s not allowed…”

I waved my arms, trying to refuse, but they shook their head and continued.

“I honestly think we wouldn’t have been able to clear the raid yesterday without Lene. Actually, the raid wouldn’t have even started in the first place. So, is it really necessary for Lene to pay for this?”

That couldn’t be true.

In the end, this was a raid that we all worked together to clear.
The idea of me getting such an item for free was absurd.

Of course, I deeply appreciated the alchemist Rebungie’s sentiment, but it wasn’t right.
More importantly, there was no way everyone else would agree to such a suggestion.

The way raids generate income is by auctioning the loot and splitting the gold among everyone.

Besides, if I were to act selfishly, I could choose not to equip the warhammer and sell it for a profit instead.
There’s no way everyone would agree to something that benefits only me…

“I’m okay with it.”

“So am I.”

…Huh?

I couldn’t believe it, but for some reason, every Rebungie nodded in agreement.

“Y-you really don’t have to go out of your way for me… I-I have plenty of gold already….”
“It’s fine. Like he said, if it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have been able to even start the raid in the first place.”

In the end, unable to go against the unanimous decision of all 15 members, I ended up receiving A Certain Dwarf’s Warhammer for free.

“Th-thank you… Hahh….”

Of course, the Rebungies didn’t give me A Certain Dwarf’s Warhammer for free out of charity.

“I’ll pay you back in gold tomorrow.”

“No, it’s fine. This only happened because of me….”

Naturally, if you were to evaluate the contributions in yesterday’s raid, every Rebungie would have placed me at the top.

But that wasn’t because they were being partial to me.
Nor was it because I dealt more damage than anyone else.

The reason lay in the potions.

The raid had started rather suddenly.
Naturally, most of the Rebungies weren’t prepared to challenge it.

While their gear wasn’t an issue—they were top-tier players in NewD—very few of them had enough potions to attempt the raid repeatedly.
Potions are considered quite expensive items in NewD, after all.

It wouldn’t have been normal for anyone to stockpile an excessive amount of them.
Except for one person: me, the strange one.

Since I often roamed around performing “heretic interrogations”(?), I always carried as many potions as possible to be prepared for any situation.

“Ah, I’ll provide the potions.”

And after our 9th failed attempt, when we realized we were running low on potions, I shared mine with the Rebungies without hesitation.

Considering we already lacked sufficient support, it was only natural that this raid would require far more potions than usual.

As a result…
The value of the potions I distributed to the Rebungies reached nearly 10,000 gold.

Even combining the base reward for slaying Albion with the gold earned through the auction wouldn’t cover the deficit.

Of course, it’s normal to expect losses during a first raid attempt, but the Rebungies believed it wasn’t right for that burden to fall solely on one person.

Fortunately, before Lene arrived, the group had discussed and agreed to the idea, which made this outcome possible.

“Hehe… Thank you, everyone….”
Of course, there was no way Lene could have known about this behind-the-scenes decision.

And so, after the auction ended:
“You’ve all worked really hard this time. L-let’s toast…!”
“To the raid!”

They continued their meal in good spirits.

“Then, see you all in the next stream…!”

Thus, Lene’s broadcast ended, setting new records for both peak and average viewer counts, marking a huge success.

[Lene Gallery]
[Title: I forgot to mention it on stream, but I’ll be taking about a month-long break]

Surely, everyone thought the same…