Haa. This is fun. So much fun.
Seriously, this is way too much fun.
ㄴAnon: What was that just now? Is this really Odin Doti?
ㄴModernHater: Fuck, you came to the wrong genre.
ㄴAnon: Why is Thunderclap and Flash showing up here?
I wish this moment would never end.
ㄴ00: Looks like he’s changing directions by canceling his charge skill;;
ㄴAnon: ? How many Zanshins would you have to chain for that?
ㄴAnon: Three in a row lol. No, quit bullshitting;;
ㄴAnon: Valkyries on the gallery, come out. Does this make any sense?
ㄴㄴValkyrie20: I don’t know either;;
ㄴㄴDobangWarrior: We’re the most scared ones;;
The FT10s flowed by like water.
The smile never left my face.
I didn’t need to look in a mirror to know.
My mouth must have been grinning loosely from ear to ear.
ㄴValkyrie20: Insane no-lock-on backstab;;;
ㄴMead: He uses no-lock-on so damn cleanly…
ㄴAnon: Ah. Is that why he wants to see their backs?
ㄴAnon: DobangWarrior is high-ranked in Valhalla, but he’s just getting shredded…
“Huu…”
My heart was pounding. When I let out the breath I’d been holding in, it came out trembling.
Hearing that sweet sigh, I realized it again.
I’m really worked up right now.
ㄴAnon: Anyone know that bastard? Feels like he should’ve been famous.
ㄴMead: I was GM in Tyr, and I’ve never seen this before;;
ㄴAnon: Are you in his room?
ㄴMead: Yeah… but I’m considering running away;;
ㄴAnon: Don’t run!! Stand and fight!!
And naturally, a thought occurred to me.
Then should I calm myself down?
What? Calm myself down?
How do you even do that?
ㄴAnon: Wow, shit, Mead got shredded too;;
ㄴAnon: Isn’t he Modern Valhalla?
ㄴAnon: His mind games were pretty solid, but his back just got taken.
ㄴMead: Fuck this shitㅠㅠㅠ I’m not playingㅠㅠㅠ
Experts I don’t even know are swarming in from all directions to play with me.
How the hell am I supposed to not get excited?!
***
[Title: The head mod’s been looking kinda easy lately, huh?]
: lol fr
(Day n of praying for a new release)
Back used to be a mountain back when he did nothing but eat, shit, and game,
but ever since he got a job and stopped showing up as much, if he’s starting to look easy, hit recommend lololol
ㄴBack: FT10 later?
ㄴㄴlolfr: Ugh… Can’t say anything around here.
ㄴㄴ00: Please just play among yourselves.
[Title: Fuck, play with me]
: Back
I can’t even run Arena anymore!!
ㄴlolfr: ? The head mod can’t get Arena matches?
ㄴㄴBack: Before dawn, if there’s no Europe queue, thirty minutes minimum.
[Title: Ugh. What’s that nasty smell;;]
: GeuncheopWoncheop
I got curious about the head mod’s playtime and searched him up lololol
(Playtime 12,300 hours.jpg)
This is ridiculous lololol. Twelve thousand hours in this shitty dead game?
ㄴAnon: “Stopped showing up as much after getting a job” at twelve thousand hours lololol
ㄴYakkiYakki: Belly Ajusshi is even worse lololol
ㄴㄴ00: How many hours?
ㄴㄴYakkiYakki: Search it yourself.
ㄴㄴ00: “Do it for me.”
[Title: Looks like even this shitty dead game has a pro scene]
: YakkiYakki
(Ajusshi playtime 13,800 hours.jpg)
There’s no way something like that is possible unless he’s a pro gamer lololol
ㄴBelly: My life’s achievement hehe
ㄴlolfr: So I was still a newbieㄷㄷㄷ
ㄴㄴ00: Newbie (4,000 hours) lololol
***
Thanks to the hot new release, the Oma Gallery had gained quite a population.
When evening came, the time when the most people gathered, the crowd swelled even further.
All those people’s gazes gathered in one place.
That was how much buzz there was around the purple guy who had appeared on Hanami’s stream.
Considering that he had appeared on a VTuber channel, it was rather surprising.
[Title: Ah, fuck, ClassicHater, that Modern scrub]
: Anon
He’s running Jibulmang with Thunder, fuck, brought another heretical build again.
What I wanted to see was a sacred Mak’gora between veterans,
not some click-and-win cheese victory.
While the gallery’s excitement was gradually rising, ClassicHater brought out a blatantly heretical build and began an FT10.
The mood turned awkward in an instant.
ㄴAnon: If he wins like that, he’ll think his own skill is Valhalla-level again.
ㄴAnon: But if you win, that’s all that matters, right?
ㄴAnon: Whoever wins the FT10 is right about everything. That’s what the solemn ancient laws of the North say.
ㄴAnon: Still, I’m kind of looking forward to seeing a veteran get smacked by new tech.
That dissatisfied public opinion vanished in twenty seconds.
Far from being flustered by the sudden burst damage, the veteran seized the initiative with two nullifications, closed the distance, and dismantled his opponent.
Those watching were dumbfounded, and those hearing the commentary couldn’t quite understand it.
But as the second and third challenges failed one after another, each with a different build, they slowly began to realize.
Something.
Something was happening…!!
[Title: This is basically a horror show;]
: Anon
No matter who won, I was waiting to clown on the other side immediately,
but I’m so speechless I can’t even clown anyone;;
ㄴAnon: So what I saw wasn’t a hallucination?
ㄴAnon: What is it? What’s happening?
ClassicHater desperately threw every ounce of his ability into it.
And every last struggle collapsed in vain.
ㄴAnon: So who’s the opponent right now?
ㄴAnon: What build is he using? Human straight sword?
ㄴㄴAnon: Yeah, human straight sword. Opponent is ClassicHater.
ㄴㄴAnon: He’s bringing all kinds of builds and getting wiped with all of them.
ㄴmm: lololol He even brought knife-ears, the coward.
ㄴㄴmm: I take back calling him a coward; he should do his best.
When he attempted ranged combat with the [Bow of the Willow Clan] build, it seemed for a moment like condemnation might flare up, but when the veteran knocked down every single arrow, it subsided again.
By the time it reached the miserable execution ceremony at the end, public opinion had almost turned sympathetic.
ㄴAnon: But ClassicHater is that Modern whiner or whatever, right? Why is everyone making such a fuss?
ㄴㄴAnon: He’s still a Master in his own right…
ㄴAnon: What, Hyeom-and-Dumber were Masters?
ㄴAnon: So he wasn’t just some brat bullying old men?
ㄴㄴModernHater: I’m still a Grandmaster, fuck this treatment.
ModernHater, a Classic user, felt a little stung, but he couldn’t get angry like usual.
Instead, he found himself unconsciously worrying about his detestable opponent.
ㄴAnon: 8/0. Once they went into a mirror match, he couldn’t do a thing.
ㄴAnon: It’s getting kind of pitiful;;
ㄴAnon: This is scripted, right? It has to be scripted, right?
ㄴㄴAnon: Is the purple guy still on straight sword? Hound? White Snake?
ㄴㄴAnon: Just a longsword;;
At that moment, ClassicHater was trembling like a furious Chihuahua.
He wanted to cry, and he wanted to complain.
But even when he tried to vent on the gallery, his fingers were shaking so badly he couldn’t type.
ㄴAnon: Seeing this, he’s definitely from the previous game, Valhalla.
ㄴAnon: Even if ClassicHater is only Master, I didn’t think it would be this bad…
ㄴAnon: Explain in more detail.
ㄴAnon: Summary) He watches the guy clown around at the very edge of his range, then beats him like a dog once his stamina runs out.
ㄴAnon: Translation) He just got fucking destroyed in fundamentals.
ㄴAnon: The astonishing thing is that this is actually true;;
ㄴAnon: I’d say more if there were anything else to say lololol
Curses came out on their own. Fuck, why don’t you guys try fighting him?
After deleting typos and rewriting more than ten times, he finally managed to put up a single post.
[Title: Fuck, I can feel the wall]
: ClassicHater
I thought I was pretty decent… but I can feel the wall.
Is this what a difference in birth is? I couldn’t do anything.
I just got beaten up without being able to do anything, and it was seriously suffocating as hell.
Ha… should I delete the game…
ㄴModernHater: No, you have talent;; Keep going;;
ㄴㄴAnon: lololololol?
ㄴAnon: Ah, shit lol, I just spat out everything in my mouth lololol
ㄴㄴClassicHater: No, fuck, don’t mock me.
ㄴㄴModernHater: That bastard said the same thing, that you’d climb fast;;
ㄴAnon: The mysterious purple guy has achieved the grand unification of Modern and Classic lololol
ㄴAnon: The killing point is how he suddenly gets kind when the guy looks like he might actually quit lololol
ㄴㄴModernHater: No, but it’s fact) that bastard is weird.
ㄴㄴMead: lol fr;; The Valkyries are in a similar situation right now.
“Valkyrie?”
ClassicHater, who had been on the verge of tears, unconsciously repeated the word.
Then, as if possessed, he began digging through the broadcasts.
***
I licked the rim of the innocent empty glass.
I had decided that today’s drinking was over, but my heart kept wavering.
I felt this good, so it couldn’t be helped.
Wasn’t it only natural to want to raise a toast to a joyous occasion?
-Mead: GG
The user named Mead left the room.
He was a Modern user, and his fundamentals were incredibly solid.
Just in case, I checked his profile, and sure enough, he was Valhalla.
My second Valhalla today. His skill was just as impressive.
Judging by his fundamentals, he must have been high-tier in the previous game too.
Maybe he and I had met before… though I wasn’t sure.
I knew the corpses of the morgue entering their eleventh year inside and out.
I could see straight through their favorite builds and even their little habits, but it was hard to remember every single person who had escaped before that.
He might have been a new face who appeared because my absence caused a butterfly effect.
Though I couldn’t ignore the possibility that he was an old acquaintance with a different nickname.
I waited for the next challenger while thinking that, but for some reason, no one came in.
Only then did I feel a pang of realization.
I had run through several FT10s without a single loss.
Had I gotten too carried away?
But I had an excuse too.
I was a castaway who had wandered through the desert and finally found an oasis.
Before I even realized it, I had no choice but to drink it down frantically.
Over there, even finding people who would play with me like this had been rare.
Still, I had put off progressing and opened an arena thinking I would savor it little by little. I worried that at this rate, it might have the opposite effect.
Why was I this excited?
Maybe it was the alcohol.
Getting tipsy off a single glass, it seemed Kang Jimin didn’t have a very high tolerance.
While I was thinking about cost-effective drunkenness, someone entered opposite me and slammed ready.
-Valkyrie20 is ready.
“Huh? This name?”
This time, it seemed certain.
It was an old acquaintance I remembered clearly.