Chapter 144 - Chapter 144

Chapter 144

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The moment Hwangso gently set down the grenade and Seo-jun took cover.

“Ah! He won! He actually wins this! This is an unbelievable play!”

Cheers echoed from the commentary desk. It was the cheers of Arin and Bangju.

“No, blocking bullets with a frying pan. I'm sure everyone clearly saw how bewildered Player Hwangso's face was. We actually have two people here who had the exact same expression.”

Arin glanced to both sides as she continued speaking.

The two were Penguin and Taeyang.

While explaining Seo-jun's fast and precise aiming, Penguin and Taeyang said that Seo-jun's decision to fight Hwangso was a mistake.

They said that equipment was hard to overcome, and it would have been better to fight after recovering health or at least leave the spot somehow.

They had only spoken extremely common-sense words. No emotion was carried in them.

However, what he showed in the subsequent combat was.

“To think a game could be played like this with a frying pan is amazing! In the end, he wins! Two squads completely wiped out! He won't be able to take the vests or helmets, but what does that matter?”

Bangju asked.

“Why is that?”

“Because he has a frying pan!”

Similar reactions to those in Seo-jun's chat window came out.

-FR lololololol

-If you have a frying pan, you're fully geared, right?

-It's an absolutely invincible shield that even bullets can't pierce, so isn't it enough to farm such a rare item?

-To call it a rare item, frying pans are way too easy to find lolol

The impact of the play Seo-jun showed was just that massive.

Bangju, realizing it in a moment, bragged.

“That's true! But did you know? Honestly, I knew it would turn out like this.”

“You expected him to solve it with a frying pan?”

“Yes, of course. Didn't everyone feel that something was unusual the very moment he picked up the frying pan!”

“Not at all.”

“It's not an entirely non-existent play, to the point where the act of blocking bullets with a frying pan was even recorded in the ancient Goguryeo Subakdo.”

Subakdo was a Goguryeo tomb mural.

“Ah! Is that so?”

-Goguryeo's Subakdo is valid lolololol

-So it was a time-honored skill shivering

-Indeed, why else would they make the frying pan so sturdy. He actually used it exactly for its intended purpose!

-Did frying pans exist during Goguryeo?

-Of course they did, you punk?

-Why is this guy so confident f*ck lolololol

“Yes. Using a frying pan instead of a shield as an impromptu measure in an emergency is not unheard of. Wasn't the frying pan made by mixing orichalcum and titanium in the first place just for that purpose?”

It was a feast of nonsense.

“The main ingredients were orichalcum and titanium? No wonder!”

At any rate, the meaning got across. It meant he could block bullets.

“Of course, until now, it was mainly used as an impromptu measure, like protecting the head from a long distance. Blocking it so openly like that is truly rare. And to do it multiple times at such a short distance! It's unbelievable reflexes.”

It was not a reflex where he moved after seeing the bullet. If that were possible, he would be a superhuman.

Even so, parrying by looking at the gun muzzle was still a sufficiently amazing reflex.

“So what are you trying to say?”

“It means that the moment a sword is held by a Sword God with such outstanding reflexes, the game is over.”

-Talking about swords here too lolol

-The original viewers in that other stream were doing this too, all the guys related to Seo-jun are claiming that a frying pan is a sword lolol

-Did Seo-jun drive people crazy like that, or did he only make friends with those kinds of guys?

“Perhaps, starting with today's tournament, a frying pan revolution might begin in Ground Zero. Now, the moment I say that, combat is breaking out elsewhere as well!”

The screen transitioned. The location was the airfield.

With the hospital being quiet, Seo-jun's squad farming leisurely, and only Seo-jun remaining at the camp, it was practically the only place where a fight could break out.

Users were busily shooting at each other while hiding behind cover.

Arin grasped the previous situation and explained.

“The combat started as Team Mental suddenly ambushed Player Spoon, who was waiting at the bunker entrance! Of course, they wouldn't just let it slide.”

It could rather be seen as a miracle that no collision had occurred until now.

“To think a scenario where they landed at a popular spot together but reasonably split the sectors to farm and move on almost happened. That's a disqualification as a streamer, this.”

So in the end, the two teams collided.

The A-grade user of Team Mental was Pado.

To borrow Seo-jun's expression, he was a panty-man, that is, a hardcore veteran of the game.

The viewers also knew. That Pado was the absolute best when it came to this game.

The fight began as Pado landed the first hit on Spoon.

The airfield spot.

The exact location of the bunker entrance there was beyond the outer wall surrounding the airfield.

When viewed from inside the airfield, its appearance looked like a round mound of dirt piled up, similar to a common Korean grave.

However, it differed in that it was quite large when approached closely, and the side facing downward was hollowed out when viewed from the opposite side. As a side note, the bunker entrance at the hospital was on the first basement floor.

Spoon, who was hit by the gunfire at first, went straight to that hollowed-out entrance and began using healing items.

And his teammates took cover using terrain features like boxes around the bunker and the car they had parked, shooting to keep the enemies from approaching any closer while waiting for Spoon.

“Ah. It seems Team Spoon is planning to go straight underground after holding out just a bit longer. Quite defensive, right? For now, both teams have deployed smoke grenades.”

“Indeed.”

“It will open soon. Once Spoon's squad goes underground first, it will inevitably feel uncomfortable for latecomers to enter. They'll have to do something before that.”

Bang!

Bullets flew back and forth beyond the dense fog.

“Ah! Pado hit him! This is exactly why you have to change your covered position after deploying smoke. The enemy will naturally aim for the spot they last saw, so if you stay there, there's no reason to deploy smoke in the first place.”

The three commentators were breaking down the ongoing battle.

“Ah, at that moment! Player Pado's teammates are getting into the car. Don't tell me, a frontal breakthrough?”

A car burst out from the thick fog.

Naturally, Spoon's teammates who were in front of the bunker tried to shoot at the car, but they were unable to block it properly due to the indiscriminate barrage of bullets from Pado's teammates.

Also, instead of coming straight forward, the car circled around the bunker.

“Are they giving up on the bunker? A quick decision?”

“Who knows.”

“Ah! The player sitting in the backseat is preparing to throw something?”

It was a grenade.

“But given the range, even if he throws it over like that, it won't reach the teammates positioned in front of the bunker... Ah! Player Spoon was there!”

A grenade flew from the car toward Spoon, who was almost finished using the first-aid kit.

However, the grenade got caught on the very edge of the hill and failed to pass over.

“What a coincidence! Player Japcho is looking sheepish!”

“Of all places, to get caught on the edge! Hahaha! What an astounding coincidence.”

“Indeed... Huh?”

It was then. The panty-man at the steering wheel—no, Pado—extended his arm out the window and shot at something.

Bang!

The bullet struck the grenade that was caught on the edge of the hill.

It did not detonate immediately. That was just how the physics engine worked.

Instead, the grenade dropped downward.

The screen changed to Spoon's perspective.

Spoon was just standing up after fully recovering his health.

And the moment he looked up.

The falling grenade exploded in midair as its timer ran out.

Right above Spoon's head.

“Ah! Instant death! They lose an A-grade to a grenade!”

“Player Pado goes straight back to the airfield. While receiving enthusiastic cheers from the backseat! But the reason there is no physical contact like grabbing his shoulders is probably because he is bare-skinned, right?”

They cheered for him, but they did not go near him.

It was not for safe driving because Pado was holding the steering wheel, but simply because he was bare-skinned.

“At any rate, it seems they weren't aiming for the underground from the beginning! After causing a brief ruckus, they're heading to board the plane as if it had been planned all along.”

“In that case, they must be planning to target supply drops while flying in the sky. Indeed, there's no absolute need to go to the Secret Room, right?”

The airfield's greatest advantage was the plane.

Flying around the sky had the disadvantage of making them an easy target, but there weren't many people here at the moment. Furthermore, almost everyone had gone underground.

If so, the supplies falling from the sky were almost guaranteed to be theirs.

“The winner of the underground and Pado's team will face off.”

“A highly reasonable strategy indeed! On top of that, if Player Pado's insane adaptability is demonstrated once more, they might even take the championship. Haha. To think of immediately shooting it with a gun the moment it got caught. As expected, you have to watch out for the underwear.”

“Seriously, I don't know how many highlight scenes are pouring out of this single game.”

-FR lol

-Veterans, seriously

-It's definitely the class of A-grades

-Isn't Spoon, who got shot and died while healing, an A-grade?

-How dare a mere spoon

-Everyone is crazy good shivering

-But is it right to treat Seo-jun like a hardcore veteran when it's his first game?

-Yeah, totally f*cking right

[The storm will soon surround the area.]

A lull arrived, and Arin summarized the situation. The broadcast began focusing on those heading underground.

The first was the entrance right nearby.

“Now, these two members of Spoon's squad, looking somewhat hollow without Spoon!”

It showed the two rapidly descending.

“And the fully geared Hospital Squad, especially stacked with boosters!”

Soon, the Hospital team was also descending. Into the dark, narrow, yet vast underground.

“This is the last player. Personally, I wonder if this player might take the underground and have a final showdown with Player Pado. Since he deflected bullets with a frying pan and wiped out two squads... Huh? What is he doing? He's throwing his gun backward right now? Huh? Huh? He's heading straight down to the underground?”

Arin was dumbfounded by the utterly incomprehensible situation.

“Observer, is it possible to check the inventory?”

Bangju quickly requested, and in Seo-jun's inventory that popped up on the screen.

“Hmm. He doesn't have a Level 3 vest or a helmet, and above all...”

Arin said.

“...He doesn't even have a gun. What is this?”

Bangju laughed loudly, thinking that he did something bizarre and unpredictable at every single moment.

“Hahaha! Looking at the viewers' chat, I can tell. They say he threw it away, declaring he will show what a true sword is with a frying pan!”

-Is he a crazy bastard? lololololol

-Is he always like this?

-He's always like this! lololololol

-Ah lol you guys should open Seo-jun's stream together quickly too lol it's so fun

-He's saying he'll show what a true sword is

And Penguin spat out as if sighing.

“Ah. If he does this, he gets further away from winning.”

“Pardon? Penguin, what do you mean by that?”

Meanwhile, the sound of Seo-jun talking with the viewers flowed from the screen.

[Tae-woo is coming down? Ha... I will catch that guy no matter what. No matter what.]

***

After finishing his leisurely farming at the hospital, Tae-woo, who was walking down the stairs, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and looked at his chat window.

This was because the surroundings were dark, and the only things he could clearly make out were the chat window and the interface.

-lolololololololol

-lolololol

-lolololololololol

-lolol

‘What's this? Why are they laughing?’

Anxiously.