Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 1209

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 5 Episode 94
30. The Chamber of Truth (1)
“Damn it! If you think we’re wrong, explain it properly! Just because you’ve got some decent physical skills doesn’t mean we’re all wrong?!”
Slam.
A man shut the door to the lodging roughly and disappeared.
The remaining members in the living room gradually turned their gazes away.
‘Sigh… here we go again.’
‘Just bear with it.’
‘How can I bear with it? He’s openly disrespecting us.’
‘Choi Seong-hyeon is way too self-righteous. And it’s not like he even explains things well.’
Sarang remained seated, unable to move.
She couldn’t muster a single rebuttal or lash out further.
‘Why did I suddenly become a mute?’
‘I don’t know. Did I just get scared?’
None of them could understand why she was staying silent, why she wasn’t fighting back in a moment like this.
‘This is exhausting.’
Speaking up in this military-like organization with a woman’s body—and not even a healthy one at that—wasn’t easy.
I was honestly startled when he shouted just now, but I barely held it together.
I didn’t want to appear weak.
Feeling the heat rise to my eyes, I turned my head away.
Deliberately muttering rougher words.
“Sigh… damn it.”
If I show weakness here, it’s over.
In their world, the weak are worse than villains.
That’s the nature of competitive sports.
The other members who saw that exchanged glances with each other.
“Hey.”
They gestured.
A signal—index and middle fingers brought to their lips.
“Yeah, okay.”
Without saying much, they simply headed outside.
It seemed like telepathy worked among those who smoked together.
After all the other members left, Sarang remained alone in the living room, curling up quietly.
I brought my fingers to my lips.
‘Is that really so good?’
I wondered if smoking it might help me connect with them.

* * *
A long exhale.
Sarang sifts through those distant memories scattered faintly within the smoke.
‘Damn bastards.’
Thinking back to those days, the path of a professional was anything but smooth.
People only remember Jeon-ja-pa when she was at her peak, so they assume she walked nothing but a royal road.
But that wasn’t the case at all in the beginning.
How desperate must I have been to reach for cigarettes I never intended to touch?
Thanks to that, I’m still indebted to nicotine.
When thoughts become tangled, nothing works quite like this.
‘Take a deep breath.’
As she smoked, recalling how she’d started smoking was no coincidence.
Back then, I was too young to understand.
Why they acted that way.
So I simply found this simple solution.
But even when the team CK was completed and we won championships multiple times, I still didn’t understand.
Why they resisted, why they vented their frustrations.
Why wouldn’t they throw everything away for victory? Why did they have complaints?
Why… couldn’t they?
That was always my question.
‘I didn’t know back then.’
I learned it at the international tournament.
I saw how my teammates trusted and followed Guk Hee-cheol.
It was clearly not a matter of gaming skill.
Something more fundamental than that.
Something intangible, invisible, and not even quantifiable in numbers.
‘I still don’t fully understand it.’
A long exhale.
Sarang shakes her head, exhaling smoke once more.
Honestly, I still don’t completely know what to do or how to do it.
But through experience, I’ve learned that I need to spend time here and compose myself emotionally.
Right now, I don’t even have the halo of Jeon-ja-pa that once existed.
If I just give feedback carelessly like I always have, something will definitely go wrong.
‘How can I… completely change their hearts?’
Changing a human’s heart is truly difficult.
I can’t approach it recklessly.
Tap, tap.
She taps out the remaining emotions into the ashtray.
Then she heads back toward the capsule.

* * *
Sseung.
Sarang reappeared in Dis World.
“Huh? You all just stayed here?”
She had assumed the other players would take a quick break and come back.
But they were still there. In fact, they were huddled together with their heads bent close.
‘Hey. Why does she seem angry?’
‘Because Ttok-cheong was being Ttok-cheong.’
‘That’s not it.’
‘Then what is it!? It was so sudden!’
‘Or maybe she’s just so focused that she wants a cigarette!’
‘You’re so oblivious….’
And so on.
They were discussing why the Coach was angry.
“Ah, um… haha! We were in the middle of a strategy meeting.”
Danmuji tried to brush past it with a forced laugh.
“…You were whispering like that with your mics off?”
Caught red-handed.
-kkkkkkkkkkk
-kkkkkkkkrl
-Who do they think we are kkk
Haha, f*** it lol
-What are they even doing
‘Whatever.’
Sarang decided to just ignore it and get to the point.
“Actually, I wasn’t really focused on the game itself.”
“…Ah, haha. Yes… Huh? Yes? Why?”
Danmuji asked in surprise.
She didn’t watch the game?
“Well… the game was a mess… trash… I mean, it was a disaster, wasn’t it?”
-How are you going to fix it after saying all that hh
-You already said it was a mess
ㅋㅋㅋ (lol/haha)
-Three times kkk
“But Danmuji, your play of predicting the Streamers’ characteristics and going to the vault first was good.”
“Ah… yes.”
Danmuji simply closed his mouth when the compliment came his way.
-What kkkkk
-So you just needed praise?
-This bird kkkkk
“Danmuji, I understand you grasp this already, but for everyone else’s benefit, let me explain. Survival matches are incredibly fast-paced games. Leveling happens quickly, and nearly every team will level up simultaneously. Especially in tournaments, it’s extremely difficult to create a gap in progression.”
“Huh? It’s hard to create a gap? Why is that?”
Lemon raises his hand and asks.
“Well, everyone will come with at least basic route optimization. The current atmosphere in Survival Match team rankings is… similar to the chaotic period when the game first launched. Nothing was optimized back then, and Danmuji benefited greatly because the optimization was already done beforehand. He simply gained an advantage from knowing things first.”
“…!”
Danmuji’s expression becomes slightly stung.
In the end, it’s just advanced learning, right? lol
Ah… hahahaha
-Declaring it’s not pure talent
“So in an actual tournament, if you carelessly touch something like a vault, you’ll never catch up on levels.”
It was a fair point.
No matter how much it’s a streamer tournament, a tournament is still a tournament.
A streamer goes to a tournament, messes around for entertainment, and loses?
There’s no better event to experience a complete downfall.
Because it’s not something you do alone—it’s a team game.
And it’s not just the five players who are the team; every viewer supporting them is part of it too.
You’d be betraying all of them.
So everyone will fight with movements optimized for victory.
“Anyway, that’s why the game was just a mess. And getting first place here….”
Choi Sa-rang’s gaze turned briefly toward Almond.
“Was purely luck.”
“….”
Deflated.
Almond’s shoulders drop slightly, apparently having expected something different.
In fact, he wasn’t one for big reactions, so aside from his viewers, no one noticed.
Your shoulders are dropping ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Mond, straighten up!
I knew Almond would carry it lol
-Almond’s feeling down~
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ (lol/haha)
-Why don’t you ask “who’s directing?” here too?
“Anyway, I analyzed the players first. Starting with Danmuji.”
“Yes?”
“You play methodically, thinking things through first. You’re stable.”
“Ah… yes.”
“And your decision-making is quick too.”
But you can’t pull off first-place plays.
I didn’t bother saying that part.
It’s not the right time yet.
We don’t even know if we’ll make it to the finals, let alone first place.
“Hong-cha.”
“Yes?”
“Everyone said you had incredible physical abilities. That’s not it at all—your positioning is exceptional. Despite having such a fiery personality, you show great restraint in-game. You’re exactly like a marksman should be.”
“Ah… haha. Yes.”
What had started as a casual conversation had suddenly turned into a player evaluation session.
-Hong-cha’s embarrassed kkk
-kkkkk what is this
-Is Hong-cha excited? kkkkkk
It all sounded like compliments.
But truthfully, every word carried a barb.
Danmuji, a former pro, could sense it.
‘He’s seeing through things better than I expected, isn’t he?’
He was particularly startled by the assessment of Goguma.
“Goguma doesn’t play Ril much, but you’re quite skilled at it.”
“!”
Gobong was taken aback.
“Oh my, I’m truly sorry, Sanghyeon!”
-Wow
-Natural talent kkkkk
-Huh kkk
lol
-You mean he doesn’t even practice? kkkkk
“You don’t really put much effort into other games either, do you?”
“…!”
Pfft!
Danmuji couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
It was like he’d done a full background investigation, striking right at the heart of things.
And Gobong’s expression was priceless.
Moreover, strangely enough, clear feedback was being delivered to Gobong.
“Increase the number of games you play this tournament.”
“…Ah, yes!”
“Doing well relative to the number of games isn’t a compliment.”
“…Yes!”
Tap!
Danmuji tapped his head once, as if to make sure he was listening.
“You got that? Huh? Come on.”
Playing with Goguma often made me frustrated.
He’d be good if he actually tried. He just doesn’t play much.
Sometimes it seemed like he was deliberately avoiding it.
“And Lemon…”
Gobong was next, and Lemon immediately tensed up.
“Your fundamentals are really solid. It seems like you’d have played many more games than Gobong….”
But surprisingly, he lacked sense.
As a Support, I’d say he lacks boldness.
‘Probably because he always plays with Hong-cha.’
Lemon appeared bright on the surface, making cheerful comments while playing.
But he was constantly on edge.
This happens when your teammate’s rank is significantly higher.
It felt like going to a meeting with a demanding direct supervisor.
He thought every action would be evaluated.
Because of that, his performance wasn’t matching his skill level.
“But try practicing with solo queue. Just play whatever.”
“Ah… Me, me alone?”
“Yes.”
“Then… w, who watches the stream….”
-We gotta save the farm viewers!?
-Gasp
“You’re a merger fanatic, haha~”
-What about the broadcast!?
So like, haha
“Oh.”
I hadn’t considered that problem.
It seemed Sarang hadn’t predicted that aspect.
So I offered a simple solution.
“Then just turn off the stream.”
-?
-??
Ah… haha
-Dedicate your heart! Lemon!
‘Turning off the stream would actually help.’
In truth, this was a matter of how seriously Lemon would take this tournament.
No, it wasn’t just Lemon.
It applied to all the Streamers.
‘In the end, the one with greater desire wins.’
The first thing I look at when evaluating a player.
That desire itself.
That pure obsession—I will win the championship, I’ve bet everything on this.
Those with that burning drive ultimately win when you look at the bigger picture.
Which means not all pros actually play with the determination to truly win the championship.
Some reach the brink of victory yet think second place is good enough.
Some people can seriously dream of victory even when they’re in last place.
If Lemon valued this tournament more than streaming, this team would achieve excellent results.
If not, they’d surprisingly struggle to perform well.
‘In that regard….’
Sarang’s gaze now turned to the final player.
“Almond─”
He possessed an obsession with victory that surpassed anyone else.
You could tell just by watching him play.
For this person, once a tournament started, streaming became secondary.
Wasn’t it the same during the international tournament?
This time was no different.
Requesting command authority stemmed from a similar mindset.
-Oh what should I say
-Feels like you’ll say something nice? kkk
-He did carry this time though~
-Almond’s eyes kkk
Almond’s eyes brightened as comments about him began to appear.
However─
“No comment.”
Sarang refused to elaborate.
“!?”
Haha, that’s hilarious!
-Why though? kkkkk
-Only Almond suddenly? kkkkkk
-Huh kkk
-What? kkk
-Is he a politician? kkk No comment kkk
-Huh???
-Why are you only bullying Mond!
A slight smirk.
Sarang’s lips curved up ever so faintly.
But no one noticed.
Why?
“Let’s play again. But this time….”
Because of the shocking words he uttered in the very next moment.
“Ttok-cheong as main caller for exactly three matches.”
-?
-This is rigged, right?
-Ttok-cheong? kkkkk
-This crazy guy kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
-Oh!
-Almond grinning wide kkkkkkkkk
-Huk kkkkkkkkkk
-After all…damn
-Calling it Ttok-cheong is hilarious kkk
-Wait, for real???
-School connections and delayed appointments, that’s not what this is!? This!?
Coach parachute lol
-No kkkkkkk
-This is a setup to destroy Ttok-cheong, right? Right? Please…
The entire Knight Order stood dumbfounded, staring blankly at Choi Sa-rang.
A slight smile.
Choi Sa-rang wore an inscrutable smile.
“Come in quickly.”

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