Chapter 145 - Chapter 145

Chapter 145

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“Yes? Penguin-nim, what do you mean by that?”

It was Bangju's question regarding Penguin's commentary that Seo-jun had thrown away his gun and moved further from victory.

“That is correct! Please explain—no, commentate quickly!”

Arin also joined in.

-Not commentary, but explanation lolololol

-Her true feelings came out, didn't they?

-Is she really the caster? lololol

-Why is Bangju already like that lolol

It was a sight hard to believe came from a caster and commentators. However, it did not matter since they had always been like this anyway.

As long as it was not malicious framing, slander, or disparaging remarks, the caster and commentators were allowed to freely cheer for one side.

This was a custom that had been ongoing since a few years ago.

It was said that they had accepted public opinion that the commentators were too official and cared too much about the chat's sentiment, making it boring and unentertaining.

After all, it was not a major tournament, and when it came down to it, was it not just a streamer tournament that existed in the shadows no matter how big it grew?

Minor had its own minor vibe!

“Excuse me, Bangju-nim and Arin-nim. Aren't you being too biased? And even if you cheer, do it a bit later when the main game starts! Why are you doing this from the very beginning of the warm-up game!”

Penguin looked as though he had a lot to say.

Of course, cheering too openly could make the opposing team's fans feel bad, so they had to regulate it properly on their own.

-lolololol

-No wonder he feels wronged, Penguin-ah

-Stop the biased commentary immediately!

-Those two gave him crap because Seo-jun won with a frying pan lolololol

-Taeyang doesn't seem to have much to say.

“It's because it's a warm-up game that we're doing this, hehe.”

Arin's counterargument. It was reasonable.

Next, it was Bangju's turn to counter.

“Because that is what a streamer is!”

-Mhm! *nods*

-That is LiOS!

-Chaos, destruction, and despair

-Chaos! Destruction! Ruined!

-Makes sense. I guess Penguin was in the wrong here lolol

The viewers made their judgment.

That it was equally reasonable.

Penguin had nothing more to say, so he moved on to the main point.

“Anyway, I think it will be hard for Seo-jun-nim since he threw away his gun.”

As the conversation was about to deepen, Arin stepped out of it.

Although she had watched Seo-jun's play with deep impression, it was because she did not believe in him blindly to the extent Bangju did.

“Very well. Why is that?”

Bangju asked with a broad grin.

“Of course it is! No, common sense-wise, when he doesn't even have proper equipment farming and doesn't even have a weapon, expecting him to win is just strange!”

On the other hand, Penguin's tone carried a hint of sincerity.

Ever since his previous predictions had turned out wrong, he simply wished for things to proceed normally when it came to Seo-jun.

'Why on earth does he keep pulling it off with weird antics!'

It was building distrust in the insight of a former pro!

Even so, his conscience refused to let him blindly declare that Seo-jun could do it.

Because it really seemed like it wouldn't work.

“Haha, this is all because you lack faith. I'm telling you, we handed a sword to none other than the Sword God himself?”

“It is a frying pan.”

“I don't know about that. Then, would you like to make a bet?”

Penguin flinched for a moment.

Looking to his side, Bangju was smiling as if full of confidence.

He wondered where on earth the source of that confidence came from.

Penguin was not in a state of absolute certainty.

However, Bangju was speaking with his eyes.

If you're scared, then drop dead.

So he made a decision.

“A-All right. What shall we bet on?”

“Hahaha! How gallant of you. Then let's make it a prediction of the winner. The one who fails will have to dress as a magical girl during the Best Player of the Game interview later—”

“I am absolutely not doing that.”

“Very well. How about doing it in nyan-speak?”

Arin, who had been listening to their conversation in silence, chimed in.

“Oh! That sounds great! Yay!”

-Announcer_excited_because_someone_else_is_doing_the_interview_she_has_to_do.jpg

-Isn't Arin liking this way too much? lolololol

-Nyan-speak, holy crap lolololol

-Argh! He's trying to commit terrorism!

-But did Bangju watch the stream owner's broadcast?

-I told you not to refer to him as the stream owner on the official account.

-Anyway, he must have watched it lolol seeing as he's talking about the magical girl too.

That was correct.

Bangju was an avid viewer who had been watching Seo-jun's broadcasts!

However, they did not know.

That back then, when deciding the penalty on Seo-jun's broadcast, the viewer who had suggested nyan-speak was actually Bangju.

That was because.

'Ah, suddenly I want to see Nabi.'

It was because he was a cat person who raised a cat at home.

So, wasn't it disgusting to watch a man speak in nyan-speak?

-Ah, jeez lolol who is this penalty even for?

-Neither Penguin nor Bangju is super ugly, but I feel like watching it will make me angry?

-Real lol

-I'll probably get really angry lolololol

That was why it was a penalty.

What would be the point if one performed an action that was cool or somewhat tolerable to watch?

“You're going to do it, right?”

Bangju looked at Penguin triumphantly.

As he fired that gaze once more,

“Fine! Yes, let's do it!”

“Then I will go with Player Seo-jun's squad. What about Commentator Penguin?”

“I will go with Player Pado.”

Bangju made a natural choice considering the flow of the conversation so far, while Penguin made the safest choice.

If one had to analyze it, it was the most common-sense safe bet in the current situation.

“Now, neither of you has stated your reasons. Could you perhaps share them with us?”

“Player Pado's squad is guaranteed to secure the supply drop. Because they will be able to fly freely in the sky. The items from the supply drop are on par with those from the Secret Room. Also, if you look at the location of this storm, the place they will eventually emerge from is the airfield. If the supply drops early, they can take it and wait for those coming up from the underground. And the teams underground are...”

Penguin watched their reactions and cut his words short.

“Yes, I will stop here.”

“That was perfectly reasonable. Then shall we hear from Bangju-nim?”

“Yes.”

“What is your reason!”

“Because he is the Heavenly Demon!”

-Mhm! *nods*

-That's indeed the Heavenly Demon!

-lololololol these crazy bastards lololololol

-Japan will probably sue them for using the Fun-Cool-Sexy meme too much lolololol

-Info) Heavenly Demon was the nickname that streamer Jin Seo-jun used during For Chivalry...

“This side was no less reasonable.”

Penguin stared at Arin, who was in the middle, with a look of disbelief.

Where on earth was that reasonable?

“Now, let's wait and see the results. It's very exciting and great with a bet involved.”

-I don't think it's good just because it's exciting lololol

***

Step, step, step.

The passageway brightened and then darkened.

An underground bunker. The facility was outdated and poorly maintained; although there were lightbulbs that were lit properly, there were far more that flickered or were completely broken.

“We will arrive soon.”

And as they walked along, they could encounter large spaces here and there.

Tae-woo raised his gun upon hearing the words of the teammate walking ahead.

They arrived at the center where the Secret Room was located.

Afterwards, not only Tae-woo but the entire squad held their breath in silence.

So that the leader of the team at the very front could detect if there were any other movements.

Keril.

He was an A-grade support.

The support position was one that many people looked down upon.

Because its purpose was to assist the AD Carry, and since there was no need to take minions either, controversies regarding skill were endless.

However, by the time one reached Challenger, they could make even those who disparaged the position itself shut their mouths and chant three times that they were wrong.

That was what Challenger meant. A position that was simply hard to reach, regardless of whether one's skill was lacking or not.

'Reassuring.'

Support Keril. He was sixteen years old, a male high school student.

He was young. And he not only possessed outstanding talent but was also an aspiring professional player.

'And is he full of energy?'

At any rate, he was the A-grade player bid on instead of Seo-jun, and he was also one of the reasons for bringing in an AD Carry instead of Wind Sword from the B-grade. They had completely focused on the bottom lane.

And right now.

“There's no one here. Let's quickly grasp the terrain right now.”

The team members quickly circled the area according to his order.

The underground cavern, the center of the three popular spots where the Secret Room was located, generated its terrain randomly in each match.

Moreover, the key to entering the Secret Room was also hidden.

“Tae-woo hyung, you can stand here and watch over that side. If an enemy comes toward AD Carry hyung, go support him.”

Keril grasped the structure in a brief moment and handed down the orders.

“It won't be too late to find the key after catching all the enemies. Hyungs, don't forget to pop the three-piece stimulant set. And take out your radios at your waists.”

Tae-woo took a position hiding his body behind a box and watched the corridor ahead.

In Ground Zero, the most important thing was positioning.

If one made a mistake for a single moment and showed a gap, a bullet would fly in immediately.

And if one fired a gun, the enemies would locate them and approach; if one did not know where the enemies were coming from at that point, they were already dead.

Since Tae-woo's team was armed with Level 2 and Level 1 equipment, the disaster of dying in one hit would not occur, but regardless, the moment they lost track of the enemy's location, they were dead.

In that sense, Keril had selected perfect positions.

Excellent spatial perception, game sense, and instantaneous judgment.

He was not a support for nothing.

At the very least, there would be no incident of being attacked without knowing where the enemy was coming from.

'They said that guy is coming.'

Tae-woo stared straight ahead intently.

Thanks to the viewers, who were legal stream snipers in this game, he knew how many enemies there were.

And also what Seo-jun had shown.

'He deflected bullets with a frying pan? No, does that even make sense?'

Damned bastard.

It was said that such a monster was currently targeting him.

The only saving grace was that he had thrown away his gun and come down underground.

Even if he might have looted something along the way, not only had no such mention appeared in the chat window, but even if the chat was untrustworthy, he already knew.

Seo-jun was a man who did exactly what he said he would do.

'Is this the first time we're properly facing each other in a game?'

Perhaps they could face off in LiOS too. This was because, position-wise, it was most appropriate for Tae-woo to fill in for the mid lane.

'All right, let's see how good you are.'

A single frying pan? Even that guy would find it difficult.

'Is he coming?'

A faint sound of gunfire was heard.

Bang! Clang!

'Was it not the sound of gunfire?'

Feeling uncertain, Tae-woo stared at the end of the corridor from which the sound was traveling.

The middle of the corridor was pitch black, but the light was on at the end.

And presumably, people would be fighting if one turned that corner. One of them was bound to be that guy.

Bang!

Along with the sound of gunfire, an enemy stepping backward emerged from the corner. It was not him.

Yet, the enemy was not even paying attention to Tae-woo.

Clang!

The enemy kept firing their gun while looking at the path they had come from instead of this side.

Bang!

The sound of gunfire was heard, and following it, slightly faintly.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing against metal was transmitted.

'Has he arrived?'

Damn it. They were finally clashing.

'That guy' finally appeared. He struck down the head of the enemy who had emerged first.

And then, he turned his head.

Their eyes met.

It was chilling. The frying pan held in his right hand made him look like a total maniac.

-*shiver*

-Watching it from afar makes it freaking scary?

-Did he really kill him with a frying pan?

-If you're curious, just watch the broadcasts at the same time lololololol

-Ah, the stream owner over there is loving it lolol

'He's here.'

It was something he had fully prepared himself for in his mind.

The enemy who had come out first collapsed into a knocked-out state just like that.

'That guy' started walking toward this side without pause. His body entered the dark corridor and vanished from sight.

Step, step.

However, because of the sound, and because it was not completely devoid of light no matter how dark it was, he could minutely grasp his position.

'He's not running? He is extremely relaxed.'

The corridor was dark and the place where Tae-woo stood was bright. But it was fine.

Not only had he taken his position in advance, but from the very moment he fired his gun, his teammates would hear the sound, reposition themselves, and support would arrive.

It was a fight where he simply had to prevent the enemy from reaching this place until then.

'From the day I realized I had been tricked by you and offered you my bread, my dream has been you.'

Tae-woo rose from behind the cover, stood face-to-face with the front, and fired into the darkness.

Bang!

He naturally thought that even if it was Seo-jun, who could block bullets with a frying pan, he would utilize the cover scattered along the corridor.

However.

Clang!

Sparks flew. As a result, the dark corridor momentarily brightened as if a camera flash had gone off.

For a brief moment, the figure of that guy slowly approaching from the center of the corridor was visible, but it vanished quickly.

[Get ready to support Tae-woo hyung's side.]

Bang!

Tae-woo did not panic and fired one more shot.

Clang!

Flash!

Once again, that guy's figure became briefly vivid.

Likewise, he was approaching steadily. The only things that had changed were the momentary position of the frying pan and a slightly closer distance.

Bang!

Tae-woo panicked and fired his gun as soon as he became able to shoot the next round. Continuously.

'Huh? He isn't stopping? He's deflecting all of this?'

However.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In the dark corridor, each time he fired a shot, that guy's precisely captured position was gradually drawing closer to him.

Without backing down even once.

A scene unfolded, looking just like a sequence of photographs of a ghost gradually approaching from the end of a corridor.

-Upvote if it looks like Tae-woo is slowly screwed lololol

-Holy crap lolololol

-Is it a spirit photograph? lolololol

-How does he not make a single mistake?

-When is the team arriving! lolololol

At the moment he fired his eighth shot, that guy emerged from the darkness.

“Good to see you?”

His grinning friend's face rushed in, and

the frying pan was swung.

And.

“You dodged it? You've grown a lot?”

Seo-jun looked down at him.

To be precise,

he had not dodged it.

'My legs just gave out from shock.'

Crazy bastard.

He was so terrifying.