Sacred Souls: Genesis-Chapter 89 - 88 War Correspondent (Please Recommend!!)

Chapter 89: Chapter 88 War Correspondent (Please Recommend!!)

Frontline reporter, professional assassin…

She was among the second batch of players who got the chance to play Holy Spirit. As a top graduate from the Journalism department of Qing University, her keen instincts smelled countless major news stories waiting to be unearthed in the game!

Other game media reporters could also feel that Holy Spirit was unlike any other game, and in the fiercely competitive field, she had to find some exclusive news to report.

For instance, there were rumors that the star player Xiaoye from the Junlin team might have set up an account in this game and even crushed the strongest boss in the arena instance, the Gun Knight.

But the frontline reporter wasn’t able to turn this scoop into a video, because she didn’t have concrete proof that the Mind Energy Master was indeed Zhao Mingwei, even though she had already gathered countless pieces of evidence.

After the opening of the Divine Power War instance, she got busy with another matter… that was to turn the Divine Power War into a documentary!

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She had already collected a lot of material, for example, Mo Shigui, the leader of the Dancing Nuclear Guild, chased down the Wasp Knight for thousands of miles in a rage after his wife’s death and finally killed the Wasp Knight with the support of crowdsourced buffs from other players.

Yet, what the frontline reporter was truly interested in was the ultimate boss of the Divine Power War, Queen Mei.

Now, the names Queen Mei and Fureya were like a double experience BUFF for game media reporters; just by posting a couple of articles about Queen Mei and the doll-like girls on Weibo, the clicks and comments could double compared to normal times.

Content related to Holy Spirit was a surefire way to increase figures by one and a half times.

The frontline reporter had also savored this sweet success; as a YouTuBe video channel owner and a major Weibo blogger, one of her stories titled “Guild Leader Mo Shigui’s thousand-mile journey to save his wife in anger” skyrocketed in replies and clicks, reaching three times her usual numbers and even trending on hot searches.

Although it was only just beyond the thirtieth place on the trending list, it was the first time one of her articles had made it to hot searches! That in itself was enough for her to enter ‘Saint Invincible Liver Emperor’ mode and start stealthily photographing all the major bosses in the Divine Power War battlefield…

It couldn’t really be called stealth photography; this time, in the Divine Power War, she was a genuine war correspondent. From the start of the battle, she remained stealthed at the edge of the battlefield and used her celestial gadgets to furiously capture and record videos related to the boss fights.

On the third day of the Divine Power War, she finally got her wish to stealthily film Queen Mei!

The frontline reporter was different from her gaudy colleagues; while they were streaming videos of battles with Queen Mei, in the Holy Spirit live-streaming section, six out of ten streams featured the fight against Queen Mei.

She also spent three hours blending into the battlefield, risking her virtual life, to record Queen Mei’s valiant combat up close.

The footage she recorded amassed to more than 150GB! The material, including photos and videos, was comprehensive.

But she wanted to report on something different, so the frontline reporter made a decision befitting of an assassin.

That was to use the ‘wall climbing’ skill that every assassin must master, scale her way up to the highest level of the grand castle, and stake out a room that seemed to be Queen Mei’s bedroom.

“Will she really come?”

The frontline reporter sat on a gargoyle outside the window, nibbling on a steamed bun to restore health, as the cold wind atop the castle plunged her into a ‘hypothermia’ state, losing one to two points of health every second.

While snacking on the steamed bun, she also watched the Dancing Nuclear Guild’s live stream. Currently, five guilds were fighting against Queen Mei: Dancing Nuclear, Cola Mania, Black Night Rapid March, Gray Eyes Association, Junlin Dynasty, along with a host of solo players.

And Queen Mei’s gallant fight was truly magnificent and possessed an overwhelming presence that left people breathless.

In the live broadcast, Queen Mei leaped into the air, her longsword gathering crimson blood before plummeting down, transforming the blood into a horizontal curtain of rain that swept over the streamer.

Just this one strike instantly killed three members of the Dancing Nuclear Guild, but with over five hundred Holy Spirits besieging Queen Mei, the loss of three lives hardly made a dent in the overall battle.

She waited for roughly eight hours and was even considering setting up a tent on the gargoyle to sleep for a while.

“The boss disappeared?”

“Has it entered the second phase?”

“No… its health bar is gone.”

Suddenly, shouts from members of the Dancing Nuclear Guild filled the live stream room. The frontline reporter, upon hearing these screams, was jolted awake with a start.

“Could this game be so realistic?” She hastily stuffed all the steamed buns in her hand into her mouth, then activated a state of enhanced invisibility on herself.

The frontal reporter’s long ears twitched lightly. The players’ initial racial choice in Holy Spirit was only human, but it was possible to change one’s race through certain special quests.

And she had transformed herself into a Dark Elf, a race known for their hidden talents.

Footsteps? Queen Fureya is really here!

The frontline reporter suppressed her excitement and kept a watchful eye on the window as the door to the hidden area known as the queen’s bedroom slowly opened.

Queen Fureya, who had previously tormented players in the castle hall to death, entered the room.

Holy moly! Massive scoop!

The moment Queen Fureya stepped into the room, the frontline reporter frantically began pressing the shutter on her Celestial Palace screenshot tool and also activated the video recording function in full guide mode.

The recorded footage could all reach a resolution of 120FPS and 1080P.

What was Queen Fureya doing in her room at a time like this?

As she snapped photos, the reporter also wondered this, but the first thing Queen Fureya did after entering was… to throw herself onto her bed.

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“?” The frontline reporter didn’t understand the move, but the next second she faintly heard the sound of sobbing.

What? The final boss that drove Holy Spirit’s five major guilds into seclusion was crying?

At that moment, countless headlines popped into the frontline reporter’s mind, like ‘Shocking! Players Make the Game’s Final Boss Cry!’

If she wanted to get more attention, she should indeed write in that direction, but looking at Queen Fureya lying on the bed sobbing, the reporter couldn’t help but feel the impulse to go over, pat her on the head, and say, “Don’t cry.”

But Queen Fureya was certainly not some little girl to be coddled; her swordsmanship that descended from the sky just now could instantly wipe out five or six fragile players.

The frontline reporter felt that with her own health and defensive power, if Queen Fureya merely pinched her… she would probably be going back home to see her mannequin sister.

It was then that the frontline reporter received a private message.

Who?

The frontline reporter opened her friends list, and the sender of the private message was the Starry Scholar Squadron…

‘Lu Ya, please help me out, I have an article I’d like to post with your account.’

Lu Ya was her real name in the real world. She and the Starry Scholar Squadron both graduated from the same university, both members of the journalism club, but after graduation, she made a name for herself in her field, while the Starry Scholar Squadron ended up as complete shut-ins and homebodies.

‘Help? First, give me the hundred bucks you owe me from last time! Never mind… what article?’ The frontline reporter tapped rapidly on the virtual keyboard with one hand.