Chapter 14 - Chapter 14

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Translator: 8uhl

Chapter: 14

Chapter Title: 검술 고인물의 게임방송-14화

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Translator: 8uhl

Chapter: 14

Chapter Title: Prediction Bets

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Travel has a channel point system.

Channel points are something that automatically accumulate as you watch Travel, based on certain conditions. Typically, new viewers starting out on Travel get 100 points.

And long-time viewers, though rare, can amass points in the millions.

However, what rewards you can get with those points varies wildly from streamer to streamer.

That's because the streamers themselves set the rewards.

In streams that don't care much about points, even if you rack up a ton, there's not much you can actually do with them.

But in streams that actively use the system, if you have enough points, you can change your chat text color, get or customize emotes, request songs from the streamer, or even make them play horror games.

But the real reason viewers love these points is something else entirely.

"Alright! Plenty of time to place your bets, so take it easy, everyone."

It was the channel point prediction system—betting points on what would happen in the stream.

Alpaca had prepped several prediction options.

Now viewers could check real-time odds, participant counts, and total points bet, then pick one and wager their points.

Of course, points have no monetary value—they're digital content generated just from watching Travel, non-transferable and untradeable. So this prediction system isn't gambling.

Lose 'em? No big deal.

Most of the time, all you can do with a mountain of points is spam fancier chat that vanishes in a second anyway.

But.

That's human psychology for you.

Even a comic you haven't touched in ten years feels like a loss if you give it to your cousin.

Now imagine betting your own points and losing them.

Even if they're worthless, the urge to win predictions and hoard more is pure instinct.

"What's a safe bet versus a reverse bet?"

Seo-jun, glancing at the chat, asked out of curiosity.

Alpaca kindly explained.

"Safe bet is wagering on the favored outcome—higher win chance, but smaller payout if you win."

"Ah, so reverse bet is the opposite, huh."

"Yep. What big-shot gamblers aiming for the jackpot go for."

"Hmm. That's weird then. Why's 'he can find them' the reverse bet?"

Seo-jun knew full well how absurd "seeing grains" sounded without his past life knowledge.

He got the betting odds too: 55% on zero, 39% on one or two, 5% on three or four, 1% on alien (4+).

But for the lols, Seo-jun put on his most shameless grin and continued.

"Guys. Bet on 'four or more' and it's 100x payout. Trust me."

"Memories? What memories?"

"Oh! Points you earn watching streams are sometimes called 'memories' 'cause of the time invested."

"And you're betting those precious memories on this gamble? Wow."

"Alright, alright. Time to game..."

When viewers from other channels bet, it's called a "foreign whale."

"Congrats. You'll win 100x. Probably."

Seo-jun grinned.

Assuming the "grain" system followed his theory, that is.

If not?

Oh well.

Honestly, he figured it did.

Gut instinct from his past life battles.

He just knew.

"Okay! Let's go check. We don't know the results either—just going off Seo-jun saying they'll be there. No responsibility taken."

Prediction time ended, and Seo-jun launched Assassin's Dawn.

"Wait a sec!"

Alpaca's unexplained yelp got buried as the screen switched.

Darkness blanketed the mountainous backdrop in an instant, and Seo-jun spawned smack in the middle of Alteon.

A pipe was in his right hand, and ahead loomed a half-destroyed theater troupe building.

Seo-jun dodged aside, activated co-op assassinate mode, wandered a bit, then invited Alpaca from his friends list.

A moment later, a shadowy figure crept up from the darkness.

Alpaca.

"Phew. Glad you invited me right. Right after you ditched me with the viewers, I realized—oops."

That's why he screamed, huh?

They headed to the tavern first and opened the skill menu.

"The spot we're hitting is one of the four districts: the upscale residential area for the elite. In-game, it's called the far northeast."

Alpaca explained to Seo-jun while naturally briefing viewers.

Their destination: far northeast.

High-end shops and entertainment for the upper crust, row after row of townhouses.

Toward the outskirts, grand noble mansions—Alteon's true power center.

"In simple terms, Alteon's rich hood."

Etore's old haunt was right there in the far northeast.

Squares and parks aplenty, plus the "noble path" straight from great nobles' homes to the palace.

Assassination difficulty for VIPs: right under the palace.

Unlike the crowded fourth district, the wide-open spaces here made getting spotted easy, with regular guard patrols to boot.

Reason for coming here?

"We're here."

A scream echoed from beyond a mansion as they walked.

Alpaca hopped the wall; Seo-jun followed.

With action assists, the over-3m wall was a breeze.

Over like assassins, they spotted in the garden: a noble's son in fine clothes tormenting a ragged kid with a rapier.

"That's Louis Neville, son of Richard Neville, ruler of the far northeast."

Also the guy from the weapon-breakage video.

"Gotta test his skill first, right?"

"Yeah."

Seo-jun nodded and stepped forward.

Pulled the sword Alpaca gave him from inventory.

Pipes weren't great for precision hits. Not that it mattered to Seo-jun.

Alpaca commentated from behind.

"Even if you know where to strike for destruction, landing it perfectly is tough. Recreating the video alone? I'd say it's a step above parrying in difficulty. Of course, with Seo-jun's skills, he'll nail it quick—but expect a few fails... Huh?"

It ended in a flash.

As Seo-jun approached, Louis smirked and thrust suddenly. Seo-jun sidestepped like he'd foreseen it, then slashed the rapier blade diagonally—just like in the video.

Exact spot, exact speed.

Freshly grabbed sword, yet handled like an extension of his body, distance perfect.

Seo-jun's nonchalant face on stream; Louis's estoc cracked like axe-split wood and shattered.

"Whoa. Nailed it first try. Definitely something else about you guys."

Alpaca let out a stream of admirations.

He'd looped the video endlessly and barely succeeded after dozens of tries.

Even with a stationary enemy sword, nailing the exact spot was harder than it sounded.

In combat, first try? Impressive.

But.

Alpaca approached Seo-jun.

"Still, proof's not solid yet, right?"

"Yeah, fair."

Seo-jun nodded, finished off Louis Neville.

Relived the sensation from moments ago.

"But now I'm sure."

"Huh? Sure of what?"

"That my rule theory is correct."

For someone who'd just destroyed one weapon via grain, it was awfully arrogant.

"Talk is cheap—I'll show you."

Perfect timing: soldiers rushing over at Louis's scream.

Their shields and swords.

Find the weak points to break those.

Like wood grain—cracks in objects, subtle distortions in form creating exploitable flaws.

'Devs implemented that.'

Vital points.

'Shaolin's old abbot with insight saw something similar.'

Objects or martial arts, didn't matter.

Same concept?

He hadn't gained Shaolin-level insight. His past life's martial enlightenment was top-tier, but Shaolin monks outdid him on object perception.

Truth: he couldn't "see" grains. Never knew how.

Back then or now.

But.

'This game's grains are dev-planted.'

No need to chant sutras or enlighten for object insight.

Just read the enemy's intent—the devs' intent.

And reading foes? Seo-jun's specialty from countless battles.

Sword raised high, Seo-jun closed his eyes.

Guard moves were predictable anyway.

In Seo-jun's mind, countless diagonal lines slashed across the guards' shields and swords.

From every angle.

He knew two grain cases. Only experienced one firsthand.

Enough.

Illusory lines mismatched to dev intent faded away.

And.

Seo-jun's arm began slowly descending.

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