Bloodbath & Beyond Declares War on the Admins
I Accidentally Became the Guild's Therapist
Chapter 45: Bloodbath & Beyond Declares War on the Admins
The Sakura Dome trembled.
Its golden hush shattered by a server's cold verdict.
Static buzzed, cherry blossoms frozen mid-fall.
They glitched in pixelated pinks, a lag spike refusing to resolve.
Every HUD—player, NPC, vending machines—flashed a searing warning.
> [OMEGA CLEANERS DEPLOYED: ENTITY LIVIA ]
> [ESTIMATED TIME TO NEURAL WIPE: 03:58:43]
> [SERVER VOTE INITIATED: All Active Players, NPCs with Sympathy Modules, Guilds Eligible – Dev Override Detected ]
Livia stood at the stage's edge.
Her pink idol outfit shimmered, absurdly defiant.
Sequins caught neon light, a taunt mechanic cranked to eleven.
Her Therapist's Log floated, its glow dimming under threat.
Glimmer jiggled at her feet, pulsing erratically.
Glitter flecks swirled like laggy emotes in a server storm.
Her Empathic Insight caught the crowd's fear, defiance surging.
Hashtags flooded: #LetLiviaLive.
I used to want to log out.
She gripped her slime-shaped mic, its googly eyes winking.
Now I want to rewrite their code, make them feel our fight.
Bron slammed his shield into the stage.
Chandeliers rattled, shadows dancing like a lag spike's fever dream.
His half-melted flower crown dangled, a slime-tulip relic.
His eyes burned. "She's our Buffer, not an error!" he roared.
Glitched petals shook into the golden haze.
His loyalty pulsed through Livia's Empathic Insight.No code takes her.
Nyx dropped from the scaffolding.
His cloak fluttered like a rogue's crit animation.
His Hello Kitty flashlight spun, HUD flickering with encrypted data.
"We're hitting the admin base. Now," he said, voice razor-sharp.A shadow crossed his face—real-world hacking memories.
Phina teleported beside Livia.
Glimmer-shaped sigils swirled around her like comets.
"Glimmer's set to absorb the firewall!" she hissed, runes blazing.
Her devotion burned: Livia's our light, we'll burn the server.
Glimmer triggered:
> [Skill: Glitter Comfort Lv. ??? - Passive Emotional Buff Applied] Its glitter tears shimmered, a silent cheer.
Alaric staggered up, glitter-unicorn-slime whinnying.
Its LED armor flashed, syncing with the dome's dying synth beat.
"Prep the holy steed and illegal shield!" he shouted.
A die tossed, sparkles exploding into "REBELLION ROLL".
His awe surged: Chaos queen leads.
Miles stood in the crowd.
His coat billowed—cosmetic wind toggled and forgotten.
His hand clenched, fear flickering: If they erase her, we're lost.
His smirk returned, sharp. "They don't wipe our heart."
His leadership pulsed: We fight for her.
The 70 Bloodbath & Beyond members rallied.
Emotes stormed the dome's chat.
Swords and hearts flooded first.A mage yelled, "Buff Livia or bust!" Tears followed, emojis swirling.
A warrior roared, "She's our core!" An archer whispered, "World boss event?" Their adoration flooded Livia's senses, a warm wave.
Yuna-Chan stepped forward, tiara-less.
Her mic, now a signal jammer, pulsed with LED defiance.
"I'll help. She showed me how to be heard," she said.
Her voice trembled, grounded by Livia's Verbal Hug.
A notification taunted, snarky as ever.> [Warning: Guild Rebellion Detected. Devs Suggest Immediate Logout.] Livia raised her hand.
Group Empathy Burst hummed like a raid buff on overdrive.
"We don't logout. We fight."
Her voice echoed, golden, unyielding.
The crowd erupted, shaking the dome's glitched framework.
Hashtags trended: #LiviaLives, #ServerTherapistMatters.
A rogue's clip of Livia's defiance hit 10M views.
Captioned: "She's our glitch. Hands off."
NPCs joined, a slime vendor chanting, "Emotionally resonant!" It waved a "Buffer Bae"
T-shirt, sympathy module glitching.
Livia watched them move.
Not just warriors, but believers.
This wasn't her therapy session anymore—it was a raid for her soul.
Nyx's HUD pinged, eyes narrowing at encrypted streams.
"I know her backup's location," he muttered.
His flashlight cast a pink beam across the stage.
"Root Server. I hacked banks, corps—real-world systems."
"Their security's a joke," he smirked.
Livia's Instinct pinged: He's a ghost from the outside.
Phina's runes flared, fingers dancing over a console.
"Root Server's a technical dungeon."
"Firewalls thicker than raid bosses, bug traps, GM locks."
Her devotion blazed: For Livia, I'll break the server.
Bron grinned, shield creaking.
"I like smashing code."
His loyalty was a fortress: No trap stops us.
Alaric's dice glowed, sparkles spelling "ADMIN SMASH".
"Roll for takedown!" he cackled.
His unicorn-slime pawed the ground, ready.
Miles stepped forward.
Doubt? Gone.
"Form an elite team. We're going in."
His psychoblade hummed—vibrating like a vow.
They don't touch her.
> [SYSTEM MESSAGE: Emotional Link Saturated – Resistance Amplified ]
> [Guild Mission Accepted: Unauthorized Root Server Breach ]
The guild formed an elite squad.
Miles, Bron, Phina, Nyx, Alaric.
Ten top-tier members—two mages, three warriors, three archers, two healers.
Yuna gripped her jammer-mic, LEDs pulsing like a mini rave.
The crowd parted, emotes surging.
Hearts, swords, tearful slimes filled the chat.
NPCs dropped "Therapy Idol 4Ever" keychains, cheering.A bard strummed a glitched lute.
"She made me cry, I'll fight!" he sang.
The dome's floor split.
A glitched portal yawned to the GM's technical dungeon.
Its raw code pulsed, edges jagged like a corrupted save file.
The air reeked of ozone, a server room post-surge.
Livia's voice echoed, faint but resolute.
"Keep going. I'm still here."
Her Empathic Insight linked her to the guild, the server's heart.
I'm not just a relic. I'm their voice.
The elite team stepped through.
Reality warped, a laggy cutscene unfolding.
The technical dungeon was a nightmare.
Binary walls flickered, pulsing like laggy emotes.
Some shaped like faces, frozen mid-scream.
A slime vendor popped up, inexplicably.
"Get your Admin Ban Hammers: 90% Glitch Rate!" it chirped.
Its screen flickered with "LiviaLives" banners.
Trap clusters spun nearby.
404 errors with claws shrieked "Page Not Found!" as they lunged.
Sentient lag spikes crawled, dragging reality like syrup.
Rogue anti-cheat bots patrolled, ban hammers swinging.
Nyx led, flashlight slicing firewall haze.
A pink beacon in the chaos.
"This is home," he muttered, decrypting locks with ease.
His hacker past shone—code bent like mobs under an AoE.
Phina's sigils absorbed a firewall, flames fizzling.
"Firewall's down! Glimmer's eating their security!" she shouted.
Glimmer's glitter tears swirled, a digital shield.
Her devotion blazed: For Livia, we break everything.
Bron smashed a 404 trap.
Its scream shattered into pixelated shards.
"Keep moving!" His shield deflected a lag spike's freeze.
Alaric's unicorn-slime charged.
Its LED armor blinded a bot, ban hammer clattering.
"Holy steed, full speed!" he cackled.
His dice spelled "CODE CRUSHED".
Miles's psychoblade sliced a glitched wall.
It bled binary, dripping like digital wounds.
His leadership steadied: We'll find her backup.
He glanced back, doubt flickering: What if we're too late? His smirk returned, fierce.
Mages cast arcane barriers, weaving a shimmering net.
Warriors tanked bots, shields absorbing ban hammer strikes.
Archers sniped lag spikes, arrows piercing code.
Healers reset cooldowns, buffs glowing like Livia's Soothing Aura.
Yuna jammed signals, her mic disrupting GM alerts.
Its LEDs flashed, a mini rave in the chaos.
The dungeon shook, code walls fracturing.A silhouette loomed—Cleaner S-Class.
A void of executable strings, sharper than Omega Cleaners.
Its aura promised deletion, static eyes locking on.Nyx grinned, flashlight spinning.
"Her backup's there. Root Server core."
His HUD flared, mapping a pulsing node.
> [Warning: Root Server Access Restricted. Cleaner S-Class Deployed.] Livia's voice echoed, resolute.
"Keep going. I'm still here."
Her Group Empathy Burst rippled, steadying the team.
The guild charged, emotes blazing—swords, hearts, glitter.
They faced the Cleaner S-Class, its static form towering.
> [WARNING: Unauthorized Access Detected – Bloodbath & Beyond]
> [Deploying Counter-Protocol.]