Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 1291

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 5 Episode 176
54. There Is No Country for Slaves (3)
A solemn silence hung over the channel where Paprika’s coaches had gathered.
“So that’s what it was.”
Not first place—they were strategizing to determine last place instead.
Could humanity truly be this cruel?
“Ugh….”
Udong, the coach of the Rocket Squad—the biggest victim in Cheese Village—trembled with fear.
“Why… I’m getting PTSD….”
Shudder, shudder, shudder.
His hands were shaking.
He was remembering the horror stories he’d heard beaten into his ears by the Rocket Squad.
“Ugh… I was naive. We’re still lacking….”
The coaches from Group B came over and tried to comfort him instead.
“Yes. We just lack skill. Please don’t worry yourself, Coach.”
“Skill? What? Listen here. You all are lacking!”
“…What?”
“You lack hatred…!”
“!?”
He grabbed the Group B coaches by the collar and shook them.
“I said you lack hatred! Look at what those bastards are doing! They’d grind people in a blender just to eliminate you! Can’t you see the hatred in those monsters!?”
“S-scary… but your hatred is very visible, Coach….”
Udong had been infected by the Rocket Squad’s hatred.
“Don’t leave a single one of those Cheese bastards alive! Hate them and hate them again!!”
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ (lol/haha)
“No, no, I’m scared haha”
-Hatred seems to be overflowing though…
The momentum of a kaleidoscope blooming lol
What those guys are lacking is ‘5 years of Asung’ experience.
How much more hatred do we need lol
The Group B coaches swallowed hard as they watched Udong mutter with bloodshot eyes.
‘What on earth happened in Cheese Village.’
‘I don’t know. And I don’t want to know.’
‘How dreadful.’
While the coaches were all chattering away like this.
One person remained unusually quiet.
It was Tottia, the most trusted coach.
Though he was in Group A, he watched the Group B matches and fell deep into thought.
The Group A matches were coming up next, so this wasn’t someone else’s problem.
What if Cheese’s Group A suddenly brought out a dispatch strategy?
‘Is there some kind of weakness I’m missing….’
That’s when I heard someone speaking.
“Wait, if only one team keeps coming in last with a strategy like that… wouldn’t internal conflict break out?”
“Internal conflict?”
“One round wouldn’t matter, but… you’re saying they’ll do that for all five rounds? If they slip up even once….”
“Ah.”
That was true.
Fixing first place doesn’t create much strain.
Since the risk gets distributed somewhat when you rotate who comes in last.
But if one team always takes last place?
The rest become far too safe… but what about the last-place team?
“Wouldn’t they be in danger of elimination if they slip up even once?”
Extremely vulnerable.
“Then… could they refuse to come in last next time?”
“There could be some friction. The dispatch teams have more power than you’d think. They monopolize the information, after all.”
Tottia sensed there might be an exploitable weakness in this very aspect.
“Hah… yeah.”
I stare at the massive blackboard I’ve drawn showing how the rounds are playing out.
“Just one. If I can create just one crack….”

* * *
A few days ago.
Sanghyeon was having a meeting with Sarang across the monitor.
This was probably the final meeting about the dispatch strategy.
She asked a similar question.
“There’s one problem with this strategy, isn’t there?”
“What is it….”
Sarang taps her blackboard as she speaks.
The rankings are written there.
“In this plan, it’s never been decided who comes in last.”
“Huh? Obviously the Slave Team comes in last.”
Sanghyeon speaks as if it’s obvious.
“The dispatch team should be eliminated first. It’s common sense in Aseng….”
“No.”
“No?”
“No… that’s not the problem. The radio has too much importance.”
She points to the radio diagram as she speaks.
“With this setup, the Motmotmot Team’s influence will keep growing. Without Motmotmot, information can’t be exchanged. But you’re telling them to come in last every time? It’s like entrusting a cat with fish.”
That was right.
Motmotmot held far too much authority as the team that stayed dispersed while all others scattered.
A team that consistently finished last in such a power dynamic was an anomaly that shouldn’t occur.
“Sometimes in business, you see this happen too. You think someone’s in the weaker position, but it turns out they’re actually the stronger one. Motmotmot could become that.”
If they deceived their allies and tried to secure first place themselves, the entire plan could crumble.
She was already considering the discord that might arise in the future.
“How will Motmotmot accept continuously finishing last? There has to be some compensation involved.”
“Ah. That… there is compensation.”
“How can there be compensation when you’re losing the match?”
Sanghyeon understood what she was getting at.
He would have thought the same way in the past.
That there was no reward in competition except winning.
If Sanghyeon hadn’t experienced Cheese Village, if he hadn’t decided to pursue streaming even after the international tournament…
He might have been even more resolute than Choi Sa-rang in believing that victory was everything.
But the world wasn’t like that.
To be precise, this world didn’t operate on just one form of competition.
“Don’t worry about that.”
“?”
Sarang was slightly taken aback by Sanghyeon’s confident tone.
“Why?”
“Well…”
Sanghyeon smiled and spoke.
“Those people will be compensated in a different way.”
“???”

* * *
Wheeeeeee!
[Team Motmotmot is out!]
After the entire Motmotmot Team was eliminated.
Cheese was the only one to enter the waiting room.
“Ahhhhh! How is this even possible!?”
Jello threw a fit.
He’d been eliminated the fastest among Cheese.
“Are you serious? These people are completely insane! I’ve never even heard of a match ending like this!?”
No matter what, I had no idea I was locking Motmotmot into last place.
I was only thinking about wiping out Paprika, never considering what came after.
It was completely a slave’s mentality.
Ding.
[Orochi donated 10,000 won]
[Jello’s acting skills have really improved~]
But the viewers didn’t believe it.
They questioned how I could possibly not know the strategy.
“No, it’s not acting, everyone… I’m serious! You all saw it—suddenly arrows aimed at my head!? Huh!? Are you all blind here!? Someone threatened me with a bow! Bow-threat-coercion! Huh!?”
Slam!
When Jello stood up and shouted, the viewers finally accepted it.
-Lolololol
-Bow-threat-coercionlololol
-I really didn’t knowlol
-Well Jello can act but Balloon Gum can’t lololol Balloon Gum was genuinely shockedlololol
-lololBow-threat-coercionlol
-lololol
-This is hilarious todaylololol
-This is slavery lololololol
Jello’s viewers love it most when he gets angry.
This was the problem he was facing right now.
He was genuinely angry about the slave treatment Motmotmot was receiving.
He was really angry!
“This… damn it…”
Boom!
[ㅇㅇ has donated 100,000 won!]
[Consolation money ○○]
Boom boom boom!
[Ujamguiltfree donated 300,000 won!]
Ah, poor Zel teacher, you’re having a rough time ㅋㅋ Just hang in there for 4 more games today~
Boom boom boom boom~!
[Lord Aseng has donated a whopping 1 million won!]
If you’re someone who’s only played games their whole life and can’t keep up with the corporate world’s cutthroat people skills, then you’re totally screwed lol
“S-stop…!”
Donations of 100,000 won, 300,000 won, even 1 million won erupted in succession, and his eyes wavered.
“S-stop! I, I! I… I’m not a chess piece!”
Before the filthy money, he cried out desperately.
I will not surrender.
Yet his mouth was already smiling.
How can you say that while laughing like that? ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Grinning from ear to ear lolololol
-Not a horse, a walkie-talkie.
-??: I, I’m not a horse! (beaming)
Hahahahahaha
He laughed loudly, hahaha.
-So helpless before Chakra…
“Ah, no! I… I’m angry! I’m very angry! Comfort me!”
Haha, damn it lol
Hahaha
-Wah wah comfort me~
lol
Openly lol
While Jello grinned and vented his frustration to the viewers.
Mosol was also sitting in a corner of the waiting room, chatting with the viewers.
“Ah… I was just happy to become a knight of Lord Almond. Everyone.”
-Ugh
Why is this guy in such a state? lol
-For real lol what’s the concept lol
Damn it…
-Gross, Gichan
-This isn’t a concept… guys…
Incoming viewers not yet accustomed to Mosol voiced their suffering.
Some grew irritated and began attacking Mosol with donations.
Ding.
[Cheonpun has donated 1,000 won.]
This feels like that… a loner getting excited all day because a popular kid called their name… ㅠㅠ
Ding.
[Erai has donated 1,000 won.]
[A boring loser who succeeded with one joke and has been repeating the same repertoire for a month?]
Ding.
[Hunteung has donated 1,000 won.]
[The viewers here sharing their school days stories is so heartwarming ^^]
-Kekekekekekekeke
-Kekekekekekekemskekeke
-The most efficient thousand-won punch ever…
You’re too much ㅋㅋㅋ
-Hahahahaha
“Hey, damn it, this is the room where Kichan makes fun of people…”
Why are you suddenly abandoning us?
While Mosol was sharing these heartwarming anecdotes like this.
Mosol’s total donations rose steadily and gracefully.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Wow, there’s a crazy amount of 1000 won punches lol
Saving a thousand won makes a mountain ㄷㄷ
How many hits are you taking? lol
He’s a real native, so his tanking with just a thousand won punch is legendary lol
For some reason, as Mosol got pummeled with thousand-won donations, his expression grew brighter bit by bit.
“Ah~ don’t do this~”
This wasn’t just Mosol and Jello.
Balloon Gum, Dotorimuk, and even Chocosong were laughing while pretending to be angry.
“What, suddenly aiming a gun at us!?”
“Perfect damn it…”
“Aaaaah! I got knocked back! That vixen Miho!”
The reason they spoke harshly but bloomed with laughter was simple.
Ding!
Ding!
Dingaling!
Donations were pouring in.
‘This is…’
Jello watched donations exploding from the other members too and thought.
‘Something’s off. This isn’t a coincidence.’
As befitted the number one streamer, his intuition was sharp.
He quickly figured out the principle.
‘Ah, I see!?’
He realized that while Lord Almond had secretly planned to hit Motmotmot on the back of the head, he’d also prepared a hidden gift.
‘The donation time lag!’
During the tournament, the donation function is turned off.
Moreover, the AI censorship intensity is raised to maximum, making chat and communication generally difficult.
Only simple cheers, exclamations, or curses are possible.
So donations can only be received after being eliminated.
‘When our team wins… we’ll have the longest time to receive donations!’
Who had the longest wait time?
Motmotmot.
So this is essentially like regulating all the other streamers while only lifting restrictions for Motmotmot.
‘Everyone who supports Cheese has no choice but to come to us…!’
Even money that should have gone elsewhere flows entirely to Motmotmot.
Literally handing them a golden opportunity to shower in cash.
Pabababam!
Pabam~!
In Motmotmot’s waiting room, donation alerts continued to ring out relentlessly.
Mosol, Dotorimuk, and Chocosong were simply thrilled.
But the seasoned streamers Balloon Gum and Jello exchanged glances with each other.
‘Next time… should we die faster? Kkeom?’
‘That’s my specialty. Jel.’

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