Deep Sea Fish Hunting Specialty Broadcast
EP.80 Mad Triangle (7)
The Bermuda Hive looked exactly like a gate blockade scene transported straight from the current Earth.
Even the arrangent of the barricades was identical to those used on Earth now.
It’s the tactic used in the ‘Monster Gate Response Manual’ created by Hunter Han Siwoo.
Parang rembered the details well, as it was a part she had read with interest.
One, a primary barricade made of thick steel is placed around the gate, and nearby, reinforced rubber sheets are stacked to be used as supplentary material in case of ergency.
Two, passages for monsters to escape are constructed in the four cardinal directions—east, west, south, and north—and the monsters that co through these narrow passages are concentratedly attacked by the ‘Outer Team,’ made up of low-rank hunters and traditional artillery.
Three, about three to four high-rank hunters wait on top of the barricades and quickly eliminate any high-risk monsters that the Outer Team can’t handle before withdrawing.
Four, the above process is repeated in shifts of three to four until the gate closes.
It was certainly ‘that arrangent’ Parang had seen to the point of tedium.
And the viewers, who were tens of tis more accustod to gate suppression than Parang, also recognized this familiar setup.
However, they had no ntal capacity to pay attention to that.
At the sight of the Bermuda Hive that appeared before them, the viewers couldn’t even think to close their mouths, which were wide open in a mix of horror and astonishnt.
The 700-ter diater gate was still incessantly spewing out large and small monster fish, and around it, large and small gates were appearing and disappearing every few seconds.
Since most of Parang’s viewers were hunters, they could quickly grasp just how insane the scene before them was.
In fact, even if an ordinary person, not a hunter, saw this, the result wouldn’t be much different.
There were pieces of information Parang had ntioned several tis in her broadcasts.
“I don’t know when these things started to exist. They were already there when I first entered the sea.”
The hives and objects had existed for quite a long ti.
“Hives cannot be destroyed. To be precise, physical intervention is impossible. You can’t even chip off a piece, and you can’t even insert a needle into them.”
Destruction was impossible. Parang had even demonstrated this herself.
So, those things.
Those things, which cannot be destroyed, would coexist with humanity on this Earth forever.
A 700-ter gate that cannot be destroyed by any ans would eternally exist, filling this sea with mysterious giant monsters, and even when it was full, it would continue.
Infinitely, infinitely existing and spewing out evil.
Just as gravity exists, just as light reflects.
Like a natural phenonon governed by an imnse, unchangeable cosmic law.
What could a lowly being like a human do in the face of such a colossal disaster?
The expressions of those watching the broadcast quickly hardened.
The sea is dangerous.
It’s not the kind of danger they used to half-jokingly, half-seriously talk about.
The sea is terrifying.
It’s a different kind of fear from the sudden appearance of disgusting monster fish.
They were afraid and terrified, but there was nothing they could do. They couldn’t even dare to try.
Now, an indelible, solid image was imprinted in their minds.
From now on, whenever they saw the sea, they would vaguely, sotis vividly, recall it.
The unmistakable, unchangeable disaster that existed deep down, clearly, certainly, and forever.
They felt suffocated. Their chests felt tight.
They felt like they couldn’t just stay still. They felt like they had to do sothing, anything, to overco this threat.
But what?
How?
What were they contemplating? There was no answer.
They could do nothing.
From the beginning, from the very start.
Until the end of this world, they would be able to do nothing.
‘Hmm…….’
Parang stroked her chin as she watched the chat window slow down.
She thought that those who had been watching her broadcast all this ti would be sowhat prepared to accept it.
But it seed it was still a bit early for the viewers.
Parang knew well how they felt now. She vividly rembered her own feelings when she first saw this.
To so extent, it was true that she had guided the viewers to feel that way.
But ending it there was not sothing Parang wanted.
Of course, Parang intended for people to fear the sea and be vigilant, but ultimately, what she desired was people’s happiness.
This was a belief Parang had always held. It was also the reason she had saved Shin Yuna without a mont’s hesitation.
She had no desire to see people flounder in indescribable fear.
So, rather than ‘The sea will kill !!’, Parang’s intention was closer to ‘I am safe on land.’
It’s a similar but distinctly different stance.
Therefore, it was only natural that Parang felt the need to reassure them.
If she hadn’t thought about how to do that, she wouldn’t have co here.
So, what was the thod Parang had thought of?
What else but the straightforward approach.
The way to weaken the fear of an absolute, unchangeable sothing was simple.
Just show that humans could do sothing against it.
If the visual effect was dramatic, even better.
And fortunately, there was a perfect comrade who t both conditions.
Even lived nearby!
Taking advantage of the chaotic atmosphere, Parang quickly texted Diego.
Parang: It’s ti to co out
Parang: .
Parang: .
Parang: .
Parang: .
Parang: .
Unfortunately, Diego couldn’t check his ssages because he was covered in tal from head to toe, so they decided to communicate by sending ssages to his phone at regular intervals.
Buzz, buzz, buzz buzz buzz.
Two quick vibrations, a short pause, then three quick vibrations again.
It was a pre-arranged signal.
Within less than ten seconds, a mysterious figure in a deep-sea full-body pressure diving suit appeared on Parang’s broadcast screen.
Even the viewers, who were feeling down with indescribable emotions, turned their attention to this new figure.
─ Who is it?
─ What is it?
─ Is it a monster fish??
“Calling him a monster fish is a bit harsh, don’t you think?”
Hmm, it might be a bit understandable.
In fact, Parang had tried to attack him the first ti they t. Naturally, a 500-ter-tall giant appeared in front of her. It was hard to think he was human.
This ti, they had agreed that he would appear in his usual size to lessen the shock for the viewers.
“Let introduce you. This is Diego Lopez Martin. My… um, acquaintance. You’ve t another person last ti, right?”
─ Oh, I see.
─ The atmosphere is intense.
─ I miss Kyosooni.
‘He does have a good visual impact.’
A giant gate buried in the deep sea, and a deep-sea diver floating in front of it.
It had a heavy, gloomy, sowhat mysterious, and poignant atmosphere that Parang, in her full-body suit, could never dream of.
‘Maybe I should try wearing that next ti.’
Parang kept spouting nonsense.
Anyway, she had to do what needed to be done. After briefly introducing Diego, Parang got to the main point.
“Now, everyone. I understand how you feel looking at that giant gate. I’m a hunter, and you probably are too, so you might feel a depressing fear recalling your experiences facing gates. But.”
Parang’s expression beca serious.
“But I don’t want you to just fear the sea, fear the monster fish and phenona, and ruin your day. I just want you to feel how safe the ground you stand on is, and stay there.”
In fact, her expression was always serious. Her intentions never wavered.
“So today, I just want you to see what we can do, and not be too afraid.”
Parang nodded at Diego.
Diego nodded back at Parang and started approaching the hive alone.
“Let’s watch from a distance.”
Parang moved far back until Diego was barely visible.
─ We can’t see anything from here.
─ The host must have sothing planned.
Eventually, as Diego moved further away, even his tiny figure beca invisible.
Thinking this was enough, Parang sent a signal via text,
Rumble, rumble, rumble—
With a sound that made the ground tremble from afar, Diego began to grow larger.
10 ters, 20 ters, 50 ters.
─ Wow, what’s with the gigantification?
─ It’s really huge.
─ What’s the highest record on land?
─ 67 ters 38 centiters in Korea.
─ Why do you know that so precisely? LOL
─ It’s .
─ Whoa.
60 ters, 67 ters 38 centiters, 100 ters.
─ Oh.
─ Oh, oh, oh.
─ What the heck?
─ 150 ters, 200 ters, 300 ters… 500 ters.
Diego, now gigantified to his maximum size, stood next to the gate and looked back at Parang with a thud, thud.
“Ta-da. How is it?”
─ Ta-da, my ass.
─ How many ters is that???
─ Looks about 500.
─ Where did the 67 ters 38 centiters go?
─ Yeah, I’ll die.
The human brain is quite cunning; no matter how overwhelming sothing is, if there’s an opponent standing against it, the original thing gets underestimated.
Even though both the original and the opponent are equally enormous and impressive.
That’s exactly the case now.
The 700-ter gate was certainly terrifying, but with a 500-ter person standing next to it, it seed… manageable.
Just this alone achieved Parang’s original goal.
But she didn’t intend to stop there.
Roarrrrr—
Diego suddenly crouched as if gathering strength.
The area vibrated, and an unknown eerie sound echoed wildly,
─ Huh??
─ What???
─ What???
The thousands of large and small monster fish that had been lingering around the gate were suddenly drawn towards Diego as if being sucked in.
“Now, you can feel reassured, right?”
Parang smiled confidently.
Diego’s abilities weren’t limited to gigantification. He had other skills, of course.
The monster fish that were being sucked towards him with trendous force,
Bang! Boom! Boom!
Started to burst apart in a grueso manner.
Blood, flesh, magic stones, and white light scattered everywhere.
Parang swam hard to avoid being sucked in herself.
“Ugh, if only it could distinguish friend from foe, it would be a really great skill!!!!”
Still, a smile spread across her face.
It was probably because she instinctively felt it.
That she had instilled more than just fear in people today.
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