Blade Skill Online: With Trash Job ‘Summoner’, Weakest Weapon ‘Bow’, and Rotten Stat ‘Luck’, I Rise to Be the ‘Last Boss’! - CH 67

[It’s a Multiplication Bug, Dev-chan!!!!!!]

As Seele and Yuri fell into an unexpected predicament, the devs’ office was filled with panicked shouts.

“Ugyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?! She stole more than fifty thousand items?! What the hell is going oooooooon?!”

“Goddammit, who’s the motherfucker that came up with this shitty skill to steal an item from killed opponents?! Didn’t it cross your mind that one wrong move and it would turn into a disaster?! And our Yuri-sama wasn’t merely one wrong move, she was a thousand wrong moves?! Now, look what’s happening?! Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

“Shaddap! ‘It’s a strong skill, but Craft Maker is a weak ass small fry job, so it’s not gonna be a problem!’—that’s what everyone decided at the meeting!”

“Nooooooooooooooooo?! I can already see the Great Demon King selling all the items she doesn’t need and exchanging an absurd amount of gold for real money!!!”

The devs were losing their minds, rolling on the floor.

It was all because of the fact that the rampaging Yuri got her hands on an even more outrageous power and a mind-boggling amount of loot.

But this was no time to escape from reality. The devs hurriedly went back to their monitors to check and see how the town was going.

The most dangerous thing in this situation was the riots among the players who had their items stolen.

Looking at the fearful expressions of those who returned from the battlefield――

“…huh, they’re all pretty calm?”

“Many are trembling after being killed by Yuri, but none of them is particularly angry…?”

“Some of them are saying, ‘Damn, I won’t lose next time!’. They’re surprisingly easy-going about it…?”

Something isn’t right~, the devs tilted their heads, puzzled.

“Ah!” At that point, the only woman in the developer team, a software engineer, exclaimed, “I know! It must be because of the rule we set before the event: ‘The destruction of the base, death of familiars, and damage, as well as loss of equipment and items in the special field, will be restored after the event ends, so please don’t worry, and be sure to participate!’—that one!”

“““Ahhh?!”””

Instantly, the adults looked at each other with looks of realization on their faces.

Indeed, they had grown from the previous (quite shitty) battle royale event, and they had prepared insurance for players who had their equipment destroyed or something of the like. Which meant, the players who lost this time didn’t have their items stolen, so they didn’t suffer any damage. No riots would occur.

“Y…Yaaaaaaaaay!”

The devs cheered at the fact that their growth saved them from an unexpected crisis.

“Phew, I almost got a heart attack there! It totally slipped my mind that we had prepared insurance in case something went wrong!”

“Hahaha, this just went to show that we have grown! Man~, I thought another hellish week dealing with complaints would be waiting for us. I mean, some guys got their event-only items stolen~.”

“Ah, it’s true! I checked the log and it says Yuri got 30 ‘Annihilation Spear Gungnir’, which can only be obtained once per player! LOL~!”

“She’s also got ‘Necronomicon’, a limited grimoire that can only be obtained by magicians! Wait, she’s also got 10 pieces of ‘Adamantite’, the material for the highest-grade armor which can be sold for 100 million gold. The players must be holding onto them because they can’t decide whether to use them as materials or sell them for cash~.

“Sheesh~, that sure was a close one. We must have been crazy to create such a skill.

“Anyway, in the next update after the event ends, we will have to make it so that some items can’t be stolen and that players can’t steal items from other players who are 10 levels or lower than them.”

“No objection! Phew~, our growth has been truly helpful~.

“When the event is over, everything will be back to normal. The mountain of high-end limited items that Yuri got will also disappear. Although the number of players has grown so much and we’ve become able to earn an insane amount of money, having our 10 million yen robbed isn’t something I want to experience twice~.”

“““You can say that again!”””

The devs smiled peacefully.

They originally had always been at odds with each other, but as they struggled against the brutal player that was Demon King Yuri, they had become a tightly-knit team before they knew it.

They patted each other on the shoulder and dreamed of a beautiful tomorrow.

“We’ve finally come to realize it. What is necessary for game developers is response-ability.”

“Yeah, making a few mistakes is not a problem. Even if a problem happens, we can work together to overcome it and grow from it.”

“Yeah, little by little we grow. And that’s fine. As long as we are together, we can have each other’s backs!”

Hahahahaha, the devs laughed brightly.

Thus they confirmed their bond. However, at that moment, the only woman among them timidly raised her hand and said, “U-uhm~… just now you mentioned ‘The mountain of high-end limited items that Yuri got will also disappear’, but the way the rule we set works is, it’ll copy the lost item from the backlog then give it to the player, isn’t it?

“Which means—Yuri-san will get to keep the items she has stolen, right?”

“““Ah—aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?!”””

At that moment, screams echoed throughout the office again!

In other words, Yuri would come out of the event in high spirits with a huge number of super expensive items in her hands.

In an instant, the devs’ eyes that had been shining with passionate friendship were dyed with fear and anger and they began to throw their fists at each other! The bond they had built crumbled in the blink of an eye, and another round of shitty blaming game began—!

“Uoooooo! Who the fuck created this holes-riddled system?! The number of limited items that should only be up to the number of players has now multiplied because of you shithead!”

“Shut your mouth, scumbag! Just hurry up and drop an emergency update for now, will ya?!”

“Don’t ask the impossible, small fry! If we do something like that in the middle of the ongoing event and the game stops, we’ll be flooded with complaints!”

“Small fry?! Bastard, you ask for it—?!”

The bastard devs, having a few screws loose in their heads, hit and kicked each other.

Although they had grown to a certain extent along with Yuri, humans didn’t change that easily. Even when faced with an emergency situation, they were still messing around.

As if to give them another blow, the only woman in the team cautiously spoke, “U-u-u-uhm, t-there’s still four more rounds, you know…?! If Yuri-san participates in all of them and slaughters nearly 60,000 players like this time, she’ll get ’300,000’ items in total…!”

“““Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek?!”””

Facing this incomprehensible situation, the devs’ minds finally broke!

While gushing out many liters of tears and mucus, without caring about their reputation or appearance, they released a scream from the bottom of their heart toward Korin, the girl who was cornering Yuri in the monitor—!

“Please, Korin-chan, please kill that dangerous person!!! Please break her heart so that she can’t participate in the four remaining roooooooooounds!!!

“Otherwise, our hearts will be the ones that breeeeeeeeeeeeeeak!!!”

Please, we’re begging you! More than 10 adult men began to prostrate and bow their heads over and over again in front of the monitor.

Seeing such a crazy sight, the only woman in the team—left standing alone—muttered, “…Maybe I should resign.”