It wasn’t a one-hit kill, but if Do-hee hadn’t dodged the follow-up attacks, she would’ve been done for.
That damn demon sword—just as she had seen in Lupko’s failed raid, the damage was insane.
Lupko had survived three hits only because of reinforced armor.
But Do-hee and Iona, who had all-in attack-focused builds, would definitely die in two hits.
The worst part wasn’t even the damage—it was the mental assault.
Do-hee had never met anyone who could mess with people’s heads as thoroughly as Magia.
If the Demon King role had been assigned through pure gacha luck,
she’d believe Wicker had rigged the system to guarantee the most optimal choice.
"Are you okay?"
Iona tried to run over in concern, but Do-hee immediately stopped her.
"Stay back! If you come near me, you’ll get hit too. We need to keep our distance!"
"...Understood!"
The moment she heard that, Iona circled around Magia, moving in the opposite direction of Do-hee.
And as if they had planned it beforehand,
everyone instinctively shifted into formation.
It was a perfect assault setup, maximizing damage while ensuring no friendly fire.
The backline: Mages drew magic circles on the ground, preparing for their spells.
The midline: Archers positioned themselves for clear shots without hitting allies.
The frontline: A handful of warriors closed in on Magia, surrounding her.
From this point on, precision execution was key.
The warriors had to hold Magia down, tanking hits with shields while blocking her movements.
The archers needed to land one headshot per second—minimum.
The mages had to land every single spell with absolute accuracy.
Magia’s HP was only 250 due to debuffs,
but Serena’s Potion couldn’t be interrupted, even if she staggered from attacks.
As long as she drank for 3 seconds,
her HP would fully restore the moment the potion disappeared.
To win, they had to deal all 250 damage in that exact 3-second window.
Excluding the warriors, who were blocking instead of dealing damage:
Once the three-second countdown started,
there was zero room for error.
If not for Magia’s 95% armor reduction and Serena’s Potion,
this would’ve been an easier boss fight.
But without Serena’s Potion,
the final boss would’ve been too weak.
Wicker knew exactly what they were doing when they allowed potion usage.
But if perfect execution was all it took to win,
someone would’ve cleared the raid already.
Magia wasn’t just strong—
She was a mastermind, having filled the entire fourth floor with psychological traps.
And right on cue,
the moment the raid party solidified their formation,
she spoke.
"You’re all /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ ignoring me. That’s a little rude."
"Wait! Magia! Hold on!"
"Tricks won’t work, boss."
"No, seriously, I have something to say! And anyway, stalling for time hurts us, not you!"
"...Fair point. I’ll listen."
Time was still ticking down.
Only 2 minutes and 30 seconds remained.
If they didn’t defeat Magia by then,
this raid would end in failure.
The Demon King, clad in black armor,
flipped her sword upside-down and rested both hands on the hilt’s pommel.
Her posture radiated pure confidence—
but that was only because it was Magia inside that armor.
Still, the party’s formation remained intact.
If they could just find the right moment—
["Chocolate, chocolate, dark and sweet, melting on my tongue~"]
Another voice clip played.
This time, it was Momo’s Ultimate Embarrassment, Version 3.
She had no time to react.
Magia’s constant mental attacks were piling up,
and Do-hee could feel herself cracking.
"YOU! If you had this function, you should’ve used it earlier!"
"A surprise is better when it's unexpected.
Besides, the Throne Room was prepared especially for you, boss."
"...How many more of these do you have?"
"Seven?"
Do-hee was speechless.
Had she really said that many cringeworthy lines before?
She probably had—
but they were so old that she couldn’t even remember.
"You always used to say you wanted to punch me whenever I did cutesy voices.
So why the hell did you save so many?!"
"Because they’re irreplaceable. How could I not save them?"
"..."
"Think about it. You haven’t done a single cute act in three years, boss."
"I— It wasn’t the right atmosphere anymore!
And this is my biggest black mark, okay?!"
"I know it is. That’s why... I guess I just missed it.
As a fan who’s been watching for a long time."
Magia’s comment sent Momo’s chat into chaos.
— Wait, she’s right. Momo hasn’t done any cute bits since she teamed up with Movgun.
— Ohhh yeah, after she rage-cussed him out in that match, lmao.
— That’s when she tried rebranding, huh? Yeah, it was kinda awkward.
— Tbh, I kinda miss it...
— For real, lol.
— If Magia hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t have even noticed.
— Damn, Mongmong grandmas really notice everything, huh?
The chat was clearly yearning for a return of Momo’s cute voice.
Only 1 minute and 30 seconds remained.
Even Magia knew time was short.
She prompted them herself.
"So? Are you attacking or what?"
"Oh, we’re attacking.
Mages, start casting!"
5 seconds to fully charge.
Just before completion,
the archers’ arrows would fire simultaneously.
But Magia had faced this strategy before.
She had already experienced trial and error in previous fights—
and during the third failed raid,
there had been a moment where she had almost lost.
"You’re too late."
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
At the same time she mentally attacked Momo,
Magia was drinking a potion.
The warriors standing in front of her weren’t fast enough.
None of them had the physical reflexes to drop their shields and interrupt her in time.
The banana milk-colored liquid vanished in an instant.
Momo realized it too late.
"Wait— That’s an invincibility potion—!"
Magia began glowing gold.
Then, she downed another bottle.
This time, it was a Berserk Potion—10 seconds of unstoppable power.
The moment her invincibility ended,
red sparks of energy crackled across her black armor.
SWOOSH!
With one massive swing of her sword,
the warriors shielding themselves in front of her were sent flying.
Even blocking was useless—
the Berserk effect negated all defense.
Then, Magia grabbed a third potion.
A white liquid.
As long as the red sparks remained,
she had full resistance to stagger.
Arrows rained down—
but they bounced off her armor without stopping her.
"I’m going to disappear now. Poof."
Magia vanished completely.
The effect only lasted 2 seconds,
but it was undetectable.
Dora burst into laughter.
Because the potions Magia was using—
were the same ones Dora had gifted her.
"Oh no~ I gave her 100 invisibility potions~."
"YOU’RE TELLING ME THIS NOW?!"
Do-hee snapped.
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Because the moment Magia drank an invisibility potion—
the raid was officially doomed.
Magia could keep drinking them until time ran out,
making it impossible to kill her.
But was Magia the type to drag things out?
No.
She was fully immersed in her role.
"You’re wide open."
"Fxxk—!"
WHAM!
Rain went flying, slamming into a wall.
"And you, too."
"KYAAAH!"
Komari was the next to go flying.
Everyone frantically turned their heads, trying to locate Magia, but tracking her movements was impossible.
One by one, they were taken out.
The mages, who were in the middle of casting, were launched into the walls.
The archers, who had been carefully keeping their distance, were scattered like leaves.
They could still heal with potions,
but the formation was completely broken.
Only one minute remained—
victory was no longer possible.
A faint sliding sound broke the silence.
The invisibility effect wore off,
and Magia appeared directly in front of Do-hee.
Towering over her, Magia stared down with piercing golden eyes.
"You didn’t actually think I’d let you off, did you?"
Of course not.
If there was one thing Magia was known for,
it was taking responsibility for whatever role she took on.
Now that she had accepted the Demon King’s mantle,
her sole mission was to crush all challengers.
Do-hee had never once expected Magia to show mercy.
"I’ll save the seven remaining clips for next time.
If you come back for another attempt, I’ll use them then."
But giving up?
That was never an option.
She had lost many times before—but she always got back up.
That was Cheon Do-hee.
That was Momo.
"Everyone, start casting again."
Do-hee drew her bowstring.
"The Demon King doesn’t go easy on anyone."
Magia was right in front of her,
but that didn’t matter.
Her pride had taken a hit, sure.
But she was a six-year veteran streamer—
as if something like this would break her.
From behind, Rain suddenly shouted.
"BOSS! TIME! CALL A TIME-OUT!"
The mages still needed a few more seconds to finish their spells.
Magia raised her sword, preparing to strike Do-hee down first.
Do-hee shut her eyes tightly.
On the lower right corner of the screen,
her white-haired wolf avatar also squeezed its eyes shut.
She clenched her throat,
forcing out the one move she had saved for this exact moment.
Magia had hidden her trump card for the Throne Room—
but Do-hee had done the same.
"Chiaaam! I wuv you sooooo much~!"
Magia’s arm froze mid-swing.
On the official broadcast,
her character’s stiff cardboard cutout
suddenly went completely blank.
And it wasn’t just Magia.
Every archer in the raid, who had their bows drawn,
stood paralyzed, unable to release their arrows.
Because the embarrassment wasn’t just Do-hee’s to bear.
But there was no stopping the mages’ spells now.
The only person unaffected was Iona—
who had already suffered enough secondhand embarrassment on the fourth floor
to have built up resistance.
She screamed the order at the top of her lungs.
"FIRE!!"
At that moment, a glowing magic circle expanded beneath Magia’s feet.
The symbols etched into the ground blazed with power—
BOOM!
A massive explosion erupted,
sending all elements colliding at once.
Seizing the moment,
everyone except Momo fired their arrows.
Magia’s remaining HP: 40.
Just one more hit per archer would finish her.
But if Magia pressed her potion button and ran,
she would be fully healed in three seconds.
The warriors weren’t close enough to stop her.
If she got away,
she would reset her HP back to full.
But Momo’s bowstring was still drawn.
And her vocal cords were still fully intact.
"Chiaaa, will you be Momo’s mana-jurr forever~?"
Three arrows pierced Magia’s armor—
and the final shot was fired by Momo herself.
CLANG!
The arrow struck Magia’s head—
and her HP dropped to zero.
CLUNK. CRASH!
The Demon King’s massive form collapsed onto the ground.
— [SERVER] Rapi-Para Raid Party has defeated the Demon King for the first time!
— Bba-jijik (Server Forum) Gallery —
★ [OFFICIAL] Momo♡Chia
★ ["Chiaaa~ will you be my mana-jurr forever?"]
★ ["Chia-Chiaa~"]
[These trending posts are out of control.]
★ ["Forever? Forever? Forever?"]
★ ["I love you~♡"]
★ ["Wait, who’s going to handle the official broadcasts now?"]
Momo’s gallery exploded.
The fan cafe,
the Parallel fan cafe,
even the entire server’s chat was flooded with reactions.
The most humiliating moment in Momo’s career had been recorded for all time.
But they won.
And not just any win—
They were the first to defeat the Demon King.
Yet Do-hee refused her reward.
She publicly gave it back to Wicker in front of everyone,
saying she would only accept it once she cleared the raid properly.
The audience had already loved her performance,
but after seeing that?
Even her teammates followed her lead,
voluntarily returning their own rewards.
Chat was flooded with praise—
— [SERVER] [Demon King’s Army Officer] Movgun: Chiaa~♡
— [SERVER] [Bankrupt] Lupko: I wuv u sooo much~♡♡
— [SERVER] [Silver Tongue] Crkemang: That was adorable. It’s been a while. ^^
— [SERVER] [Investor] Ronze: Big sis, fighting~ㅎㅎㅎ;
...Of course, most of it was mockery.
"God, what was I thinking...?"
Iona, who had surprisingly grown close to Do-hee,
tried to comfort her.
"Honestly, Momo... You used Magia’s obsession against her.
That was brilliant. I never would’ve thought of it."
"Never try it. If you don’t want your own permanent black mark."
"Ahaha..."
But if she ever faced the same situation again—
Do-hee wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.
Being a CEO had buried her old habits.
She had avoided situations like this,
focusing on keeping up appearances.
But at the end of the day—
she was still a streamer.
If she didn’t take care of the people who supported her,
who else would?
Even Magia, her longtime fan, had said it.
She had waited three years,
and never got to see Momo do anything like this.
The only reason Magia had frozen in place—
was because she had genuinely loved seeing it again.
And for Iona, that moment was life-changing.
Bachubachu might be the top VTuber company now,
but years ago, it had been Momo and Taro
who had inspired countless VTubers to start their journey.
Iona’s personal role model had always been Taro.
But she knew exactly who Momo was.
She wasn’t just cool.
She was the kind of person
who would throw away her own dignity for a single moment of entertainment.
She was a born streamer.
And maybe it was the shared hardship of battle,
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but Iona felt something shift inside her.
"Momo... Just curious."
"Yeah?"
"For the final day... What do you think about doing a duet?
I’ll convince my company to approve it."
"...A duet?"
"Yeah. Serena and Maru are friends, right?
Wouldn’t it be nice if they sang something together?
The fans on both sides are vibing right now."
Their companies might be rivals—
but during the raid, they had fought side by side.
Parallel had been the first to reach out.
Wouldn’t it be fair for Lapits to extend a hand back?
Even if their companies hesitated,
Iona was willing to push for it.
Maybe that’s why Do-hee answered without hesitation.
"Sounds good. Let’s do it."
