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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: 검술 고인물의 게임방송-43화
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: Shin Ha-yeon
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Shin Ha-yeon.
We'd crossed paths once before.
Not under the best circumstances, though.
'Figured she'd catch on.'
In truth, I'd half-expected her to.
I'd just assumed there was zero chance of running into her in the real world, so I'd tossed out that one provocation on a whim.
But then.
"When's your next check-up?"
"Probably the same day next month? We get 'em once a month, regular thing."
"Thanks for the heads-up."
If it looks like we'll bump into each other, I'll steer clear.
"Why do you wanna know?"
"Got my reasons."
"Got it. But hyung, why're you even here? You're miles better than me skill-wise, but we only drag ourselves here 'cause work keeps us glued to capsules forever. You barely stream long sessions."
Streamers were civilians, after all.
What business did one have at a research lab that wasn't a hospital?
That's why Lee Dong-soo had asked earlier—only for Oh Ji-hye to shut it down.
"Eh, I'll spill later. Food first."
Stomach was growling.
"Sweet. There's this killer spot nearby—cool if I pick?"
"Lead on."
"I hit Korea University all the time for lab stuff, so I know every hole-in-the-wall... Ah, you went here, right hyung?"
The lab sat right by Korea University.
Lee Dong-soo looked awkward; Seo-jun just nodded.
"Haha, but bet you've never tried this place, huh?"
"Sounds good. Just... this isn't a lamb skewer joint, is it?"
"Ah."
Seo-jun laid it all out for Lee Dong-soo.
Low assimilation rate and all, right up to gunning for the League of Streaming—RIOS.
"Whoa, you've got that kinda backstory? Goal? Whatever—total blindside. Epic. To lock in tourney spot, need way more viewers though, yeah?"
"Yep."
"So you're timing For the Jianghu on purpose? Goosebumps, man."
Lee Dong-soo eyed the skewers spinning lazily on the grill as he spoke.
"What're you on about? You catch yesterday's stream?"
Seo-jun shot him a surprised look.
"Duh. I always binge replays. Donated a few times, even."
Explained the free time, then.
And donations?
"What's your Travel ID?"
Seo-jun's curiosity piqued about Lee Dong-soo's habits.
Morning supports like clockwork—no buildup of resentment there.
"Uh... secret."
"VIP in my room."
Travel let streamers grant VIP to select viewers.
Usually fellow streamers, to dodge favoritism vibes.
VIPs chatted free from modes like slow, subs-only, or followers-only.
Plus, topped viewer lists mid-stream—easy spot-check.
"Nah. You're fishing for my deets, right?"
Lee Dong-soo narrowed his eyes; Seo-jun sighed inwardly.
Sharp as hell.
"Busted."
"Not biting easy. Heh. So hyung, For the Jianghu as your second game—'cause of Battlefield? Nuts."
Lee Dong-soo yanked a done skewer, chopsticked the meat free.
Seo-jun followed suit.
"Battlefield?"
"Yeah."
"What's that?"
"Huh...?"
"Battlefield. Meaning?"
"You don't know Battlefield?"
"Nope."
"But you're doing For the Jianghu?"
Seo-jun munched casually; Lee Dong-soo blanked out a beat, then flashed back to past streams.
Track record checked out.
Totally plausible!
Instant buy-in, Lee Dong-soo wheels turning.
"Ah, makes sense. Okay, starting today, For the Jianghu kicks off Battlefield event. Huge hype."
"Yeah?"
"All For the Jianghu eyes glued there during it. Even cross-game viewers tune in."
"That big?"
"Yup, three weeks straight. Bottom line: do Battlefield or get ignored."
News to him.
Seo-jun spiced and chewed, mulling.
"Flip side: crush Battlefield, steal all eyes?"
"Bingo."
"So, Battlefield rundown?"
"Simple: factions turf-war in land-grab mode. End-period, highest-score lands wins faction."
"Score?"
"Lands ain't equal value. Deep dive's messy. Haven't grinded it myself."
Seo-jun sank into thought.
Today's launch: Battlefield.
'Eve Faimo's For the Jianghu rec—'cause of this?'
Timing perfect.
For Seo-jun's entry.
"Oh, rack contrib points too. Top 16 score MovieSoft official tourney invite—spotlight city."
"Top 16, huh..."
Seo-jun stewed.
Skip it? Torpedoes viewer-max pre-RIOS.
Sounds better swap games.
Enter and flop?
Worse—sit out.
Short-term mega-comp, faction-plus-personal rivalries and politics thick.
Skill his core hook/asset; rank-heavy screams headache.
Go big or bust.
'Rough sketch alone screams cutthroat...'
Top 16 Battlefield—tough?
Yeah impossible. Need killer strat + luck, but rankers match-fix lololol
Hard af
Why, you jumping in?
Bandit bro, join righteous faction lololol
lololololololol
How to hit top 16 then?
Be god-tier. Boom, done.
Roger. Thx
Lee Dong-soo pocketed his phone.
Mulled it over.
Seo-jun's skills hit that "god-tier" One Penny name-dropped?
Dead yes.
"Your skillset? Totally doable, hyung."
Guy beat Shin Ha-yeon senseless, flexed unreal plays!
Pre-low-assim news, he'd plotted director pitch for scout.
Not the owner, sure.
"Unsure."
Seo-jun's curveball.
"Pure sword duels? Maybe. Game? Different beast."
"Ah, yeah?"
Every game Training Ground?
Zero losses, zero doubt.
But extras beyond swordplay—pros milked max; his surface knowledge vs that could close skill gaps.
Exhibit A: Shin Ha-yeon, seven years back.
'Fun times.'
No defeats on record.
Least in his book.
Anyway! Battlefield? Hassle city.
Other game safer...
"Skipping? Shame—sounded fun. Last event winner snagged 30 mil won."
...Decision made.
Dive in.
No dodge needed.
"Polish this off."
Prize? Nah.
-Seo-ha
-Seo-ha
-Tra-ha
-This Unknown's room right?
-Hi
Stream live: viewers smash 2K in seconds.
Count rockets up; black screen, chats avalanche.
'Training Ground buzz lingers today, huh.'
Seo-jun hung back, flipped cam, waved.
"Hey everyone."
-Ha2
-Seo-ha
-Tra-ha
-?? Something different?
-Not VR?
-Seems so
-Host's in a chair anyway
-PC game???
Folks clocked it fast.
"Yep. My room, right here."
Seo-jun scooted his chair, clearing PC cam for back shot.
Bed-only view upfront, mind.
Chair back in frame.
"Kicking off here today. For the Jianghu shortly."
-Communication time? Love it
-Can't skip chat
-PC game go!
[What you up to IRL?]
-Lol lobby still up lololol
-PC game obvs
-Purge PC elitists! Mods!
"Thanks for the dono, Geuraeseo. Spot-on question."
Seo-jun let it breathe, tweaked layout.
Cam minifies bottom-right; PC feed dominates.
"Roulette time."
Classic browser roulette site loaded.
-???
-Wtf this
-Host ain't like this...
-Eek! Gambler!!
-Faction pick?
Seo-jun scanned, smirked.
"No gambling addict here. Faction? Picked already."
-???
-Oppa always pulls this. Dumped!
-Christina quest skip massacre haunts me. Your whims? No guarantees
-Massacre? lolol
-Heed the people! Heed!
-Why solo faction call?
Seo-jun scrolled, beaming.
Viewers swallowing it whole.
Pays to freelance.
"Anyway, Battlefield bound."
-And?
-Jianghu streamer skipping Battlefield? lol
-Knew it right?
No clue pre-homework.
Post-research? Battlefield hooked hard.
Fun vibes. Prize optional.
'Win bonus, flop fine.'
Prize? Afterthought.
"Nah—staking promises on Battlefield runs. Fun gimmick, no?"
Extra spice planned.
-Promises?
-Outta nowhere?
-yy fun af
-Deets?
"Deciding contents with y'all now."
Promise fodder galore.
Faction ranks, personal contribs.
Secure zone, wipe faction—endless.
-Hmm ideas?
-Dumps on us lol
-Roulette = promise punish?
"Roulette spins fail-penalties."
Penalties: promise non-negotiable.
But.
Pre-promise: penalty brainstorm explodes.
-Penalty? RIP lolol
-Penalty mention = drool city lolololol
-Month catgirl voice?
-Bald run kekeke
-Crossdress club reactions
-Magical girl dance at your uni gate? Thoughts?
Seo-jun's unflinching gaze—battlefield hells unbroken—flickered.
Scrap the whole thing?
Viewers: savage underestimation.
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