Burning passion and Knowledge.

The wild fight never came to be…she was simply walking up to the Gobbla telling the audience about all sorts of facts and speculations that Moros heard and quickly forgot about again.

Malissa was one of the types to ace any theoretical aspect about monsters, but she was not exactly well-tested in battle beyond just roasting the monsters to death.

That was the conclusion Moros came to after watching her try and fight the Gobbla. In her battle her flame magic burned so brightly and so intense, beads of sweat hard formed all over Moros head.

Even the stone wall had begun to melt and the air itself seemed to flicker due to the heat that radiated by her spells alone.

And yet she was still heating up, she was powering up to defeat a Gobbla. Using magic to kill a thing made out of Balla was about as useful as the Ballas were themselves.

It clearly could be done, but the lengths she had to go to kill a single Gobbla would never warrant the sheer exhaustion and effort spent to do so.

Restructuring the entire dungeon walls was certainly not worth the beads of sweat that formed on her face and made her clothes cling to her body, outlining her figure, inspiring the creativity and imagination of viewers all around.

Excluding Moros, he just realised her true intent behind this spectacle. This was not just done to extract more money out of the audience and it was done brilliantly.

He was willing to give her that much credit, she was smart enough and capable and he had never doubted her, not in the last 30 seconds. Anyone that wanted to prove him otherwise would have to send him some monster cores like feet guy.

Jokes like these kept this whole thing bearable, since the temperature was still rising as Malissa gathered more and more energy to blast the Gobbla away in one strike.

Was it very practical?

Of course not.

Did it look cool?

Hell, yeah it did.

That was the exact reason why Malissa was preparing for the overkill of the century; ready to evaporate the Gobbla from its body and leave no trace of its existence behind.

Donations rolled in like crazy, though he could not hear what they were saying or asking her to do. He just saw all the money and was damn jealous that he could never do such a thing.

He was a teenager that could punch things real hard, there was nothing flashy and inspiring about that.

She was channelling all that magic power, even the air was shaking…and he could sprint and throw a fist.

The fist was certainly rather anticlimactic and far from exciting. 

Not nearly as exciting as the numerous donations that Moros drooled over. Their barrage assaulted the stream and violently hit him right in the imaginary wallet…all that money.

Malissa was ready to finally kill the Gobbla, after building up for the climax for ages. She exerted one final burst of her flames, occupying the whole dungeon path they were in. Moros felt like his meat was now cooked medium rare, his body hairs, if they still existed, were feeling the terror.

And then… nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

The Gobbla, now resembling an obese ghost, blinked slowly. Malissa blinked back. It blinked back. Malissa blinked back. It blinked back.

"Wait a min—" before she could even finish her words, the Gobbla did what it does best, as steam rose from its body… it followed the call all Ballas experience in their life; it plopped.

The Gobbla exploded, its insides flung out, like a suspected fart that brought with it brown land…

Its guts sprayed over her clothing, and another round of donations flooded through.

Malissa stood still, drenched in Gobbla guts, looking like she had just walked out of an organ donation that did not work as intended.

Her flames certainly did the job, and more, but unfortunately, she now resembled a very unhappy, very sticky substance that some people might see as something else.

And the stench was very similar to the natural perfume of slaughter that Moros had on him.

Yet the extra large donation from a user named 'Pantsdown' blew all her negative feelings away. Since the sound of money could nearly heal all wounds. A money shower turned a shower of guts into a pleasant affair.

She straightened her back and put on her best smile once more.

"And that's how you burn something into memory," Malissa said with glee.

Making the plot seem more like an adult film, and less like any kind of lesson you could show actual kids. 

Moros did not judge, he saw how effective she was in her way of securing funds. 

He did judge her for the longevity of her plans. It was obvious that sex sold here, like tons, but just how often could this be repeated?

People did want new and exciting things, so just giving them so many things one after another was not a long-term strategy. Moros would have spread it out over a long period of time.

It needed to be a sustainable business that would yield more income over a long period of time. She was merely milking her current viewers, but not fully realising the full potential of this entire concept.

"I hope this content was 'educational' and made you people want to 'see' more."

Malissa left a few winks behind that could certainly be interpreted in many ways, the one the audience chose gave her another barrage of donations, not even 10 litres of water could quench that thirstiness.

"Do you want…another lecture right now, or do you want a bath, or do you want me…to show you deeper into the dungeon."

The money never stopped, all yelling different things that were certainly not something children should hear. Though Moros got the funny feeling most of these rich spenders were children that used their parents money.

Moros had dealt with enough rich kids to know their shenanigans and interests…these had their 'I have money and you don't' energy written all over it.

Of course, this hurt Moros' pride…why did they gave him so little money, whenever he played the fool for them. But if it's a woman, suddenly the money started to fly in and she was thrown in 10 times the money just for showing her bare feet.

That was discrimination!

Moros realised that he had been selling his pride for the wrong price tag. A tear spread down his face. He mourned all that money that he lost all over the years not knowing his own worth.

Yet, he also felt a certain sense of relief coming over him. It was better to learn this lesson now than to live in ignorance for the rest of his life.

Malissa did not know that she had given Moros another view of his life and raised his self-worth in the most literal sense of the word in the process.

TeachBeach did not know what change she had left behind in all people that watched her. She did however realise the profound change she had left on Moros. The heat she had produced had destroyed any clothing on his body…

It was certain that the cameraman never died, but this kind of plot armour did not extend to his clothing. Moros and little Moros watched the show from a distance now.

This was also a new experience to Malissa herself as she was currently at a loss for words, not knowing how she should proceed in this situation. Now that she had seen the object in question, she could never unsee it nor ignore it.

The ease that her plan had brought had been thoroughly destroyed by a certain instrument that would only raise for money…at least, that was the impression she got.

For a second, she just stood there in silence processing the situation in its entirety.

Neither Moros nor the crowd knew what went through her head. They just noticed that the period of silence grew longer and longer. The talkative streamer remained at a loss for words.

"'Face Da Feet' has donated 10 monster cores…' Dear Mistress could you sway the camera down, I want to see our mistress in her full glory."

Moros not thinking started to move the camera down slowly, not knowing the danger he was about to put her through.

As fast as she could, she casted a flame and shot it at Moros himself.

She could not allow a random penis to ruin her streaming career, even though she had to burn Moros in the process…he would surely forgive her for a small compensation.

The flame shot forward at the unsuspecting Moros, as the camera panned down, the ground was obstructed with the bright gleaming flames.

The crowd was saved from the penis that would give them all inferiority complexes.

Before the flames had faded, Malissa had already sprinted towards the camera and ripped it out of Moros hands that just looked at her as if she had inhaled too many poisonous Balla fumes and was tripping.

She pointed it down once, fulfilling the request of the third foot brother, before putting it on her face again…

"Today you have seen enough of this lesson. As a teacher I need to give my beloved students a well-deserved rest, after all…you still need to learn more…later."

She gave the camera a good, long wink and a kiss.

"You better watch the lecture again, to see all the little details that you might have missed…Thank you for all your donations, welcome all new stalkers and feel free to tune in the next time…"

"TeachBeach out!"

She closed the stream and let out a heavy sigh.

"Why were you so weird at the end?" Moros asked, full of innocence.

"PUT ON SOME CLOTHES!"