God of Live Broadcast Was Courting Death

"Form Transformation~~"

"Particle Release~~"

"Deep Sea Hunter Form!"

The transformation sound effects blared through the orca's speakers, captured by God of Live Broadcast's divine artifact and instantly broadcast to every household. As if she'd stumbled upon the biggest news of the day, God of Live Broadcast dove straight down, ignoring the other contestants as she flew above the orca and snapped a barrage of pictures of the sleek machine—

"It even adds its own sound effects! No wonder God-chan had her eye on this contestant. But the God of Hunting up against a Deep Sea Hunter? Now that's an interesting matchup!"

"What's interesting about it?! God of Live Broadcast! Switch the camera right now! You can't broadcast what's coming next!"

The God of Competition's voice rang out abruptly in God of Live Broadcast's mind. She jolted, but before she could say anything, the mecha had already charged at the God of Hunting. Even with his muscles swollen to several times their usual size, the God of Hunting stood only three or four meters tall. Facing a colossal machine thirteen meters high, the sheer difference in size made for a stunning visual impact.

Watching the comments flood across the screen and the faith pouring into her divine fire, God of Live Broadcast immediately replied:

"What can't I broadcast? I took on this live-streaming event just for a moment like this! Now the big moment's here, and you're telling me I can't broadcast it?!"

"Their attributes overlap, and the God of Hunting isn't a main god! You really can't broadcast this!"

The God of Competition continued pleading with her, but God of Live Broadcast seemed not to hear a word. She even pulled over several nearby drones and had her subordinate god, God of Post-production, add some rousing BGM.

"You'll regret this!"