The Legendary Old Man Becomes a Dungeon Streamer: When the World's Strongest Tried Streaming in His Second Life, He Instantly Went Viral and Gained S-Class Disciples. - Chapter 12

Then, 5:30 PM arrived, and the Battle Royale was about to begin. We were already waiting in front of the outdoor venue’s gate.

“Once we enter the gate, each team gets automatically teleported to their starting positions, huh? Convenient.”

“The organizers here prepare thoroughly. This way, everyone starts completely scattered.”

Each team’s starting position was set at equal intervals. From there, the safe zone would shrink at regular intervals, so the goal was to keep moving strategically to stay within it.

In the special studio, the host was introducing each team. Oh, looks like it’s our turn now.

“Next up, from Rosen Maiden! With two S-Rankers, expectations are high! ‘Old Man & Peach’, Momosaka Karin and the legendary old man teaming up!”

“What kind of team name is that?”

“I came up with it. Cute, right?”

“Uh, yeah, sure!”

I didn’t have the guts to argue with a lyricist. Besides, why was I listed as the “legendary old man”? Probably Kaede’s doing. She must’ve jumped on some internet trend.

The host and commentator in the studio continued their discussion.

“This is the only team with two S-Rankers. What are your thoughts?”

“Well, with this event’s rules, it won’t just be about raw firepower. Detecting enemies and choosing the right moments to engage adaptability and strategy will be key. Let’s see what tactical brilliance the legendary old man brings!”

“Alright, next up is—”

And so, after introducing all 20 teams, the Battle Royale finally began.

Karin was already stretching, ready for combat.

“Alright, let’s go.”

“Roger. You take point.”

Karin stepped through the purple gate, and I followed. Space distorted, and I felt a pulling sensation. So this was dungeon teleportation.

A moment later, we were inside the dungeon. The surroundings were a dense jungle with poor visibility, though the undergrowth wasn’t too thick. Towering trees crowded the area. Since everyone was scattered at the start, we didn’t need to be on high alert immediately.

At my feet was a metal box, the marker for each starting point. Teams were randomly teleported to these boxes throughout the dungeon.

Karin flicked a drone out from her hand.

“Teacher, we’re good to start streaming now.”

“Got it. Let’s begin.”

I pulled my own drone from my pocket. Of course, during the Battle Royale, drone functions were restricted. Checking comments or other streams would mean instant disqualification.

“The whole dungeon is under the organizers’ specialized surveillance, so cheating or rule-breaking will be spotted immediately. They’ve got that covered.”

Karin gestured to her drone, instructing it to land on her shoulder. It obeyed silently. Stealth was key until combat began, drones weren’t to be moved conspicuously.

“Alright first, we need to check the safe zone.”

“Beep beep.”

Karin’s drone projected a holographic map of the dungeon. The Battle Royale dungeon was a square, roughly 10 kilometers on each side.

An awakened C-Ranker or higher could cross it in about 30 minutes. We were at the southern edge. Hmm, the safe zone was to the north. Our current position was completely outside it. We had some time before the zone started shrinking, but once it did, we’d be in trouble. For now, we had to head north.

The map also showed numerous items placed by the organizers mostly disposable weapons and armor. Their performance was low-tier, but they’d help. Vehicles like bikes and cars, as well as traps, were also crucial. The idea was to scavenge and utilize these items to survive.

“So, what’s the plan? I’m leaving it to you, Karin.”

“Figured as much.”

“I’ll join the fights, but you’re calling the shots. And if you get eliminated, I’m out too.”

“Got it.”

That was only natural. If I took over, Karin wouldn’t grow. Of course, I’d go all out in necessary battles, but the process had to be led by her.

“Alright, first we head straight north. Grab any items we find.”

“Roger.”

Since we were outside the safe zone, the risk of running into other teams was low. We moved north at a steady pace. Most items were stored in treasure chests, making them hard to miss except for larger ones like bikes or cars. But even those were hard to overlook.

Five minutes into our trek, we spotted our first treasure chest. It looked straight out of a video game, which oddly got me excited.

“Now this is a treasure chest.!”

“The game company’s a sponsor, so they provided these.”

“No wonder it’s so detailed.”

I might be an old man, but that’s exactly why this kind of thing gets me. I couldn’t help but feel giddy.

“Alright, Teacher, go ahead.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Heart pounding, I reached for the chest but then my instincts kicked in. A tiny, high-speed mana projectile was flying toward me.

A sniper shot.

Aimed at my temple. My arm moved before I could think. The mana bullet struck my forearm and dispersed into mist. Karin leaped back, scanning our surroundings.

“Where’d it come from?!”

“At least 500 meters away. And they’ve already moved.”

“Tch, didn’t even register on my detection.”

“Probably a specialized skill. A sniper paired with a concealment specialist.”

“Just checking you good?”

“Not a scratch. Probably just a greeting.”

They’d timed it for the moment I opened the chest when my guard would be lowest. Using the chest as bait. A risky tactic for close-combat teams like ours, but a long-range specialist could pull it off.

“Did he just block that snipe?!”

“Where are his eyes even looking?!”

“The legendary old man sees everything.”

“But they just picked a fight. This is getting good.”

Shaking it off, I clicked the chest open.

“Seriously?”

Inside was an adorable chick-themed hoodie. It had some mana-infused material, so it probably offered decent defense despite its looks. And, of course, there were four of them, one for each team member.

“Oh, the chick hoodies are pretty common. Sponsor item.”

“I see!”

But they were clearly not meant for old men. An old dude in something this cute would just be terrifying report-worthy, even.

Hmm, I quietly placed the chick hoodies back in the chest.