Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 214

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 1 Episode 214
73. Skill Forged Through Sacrificed Sight (2)
Craaash──!
A brilliant white light engulfed Mosol’s form.
“What kind of damage is that!?”
“Wow!”
Nearly thirty percent of his health vanished in a single strike.
The casters erupted in excitement.
“If a well-developed Monk is taking that much damage, it means Ran’s output is absolutely devastating, doesn’t it?”
“If their ADC had been hit instead, they’d have been at half health!”
The Monk was considerably more durable than other mid-laners.
To receive damage of this magnitude was genuinely alarming. Yet Mosol paid it no mind and shouted into the voice channel.
[Catch them!]
Mosol spun around as if he’d been waiting for this moment and charged toward Almond and Taco.
[Okay!]
Following Mosol’s command, the Jungler Nogari, who had been lying in wait nearby, began to move.
“Almond versus Mosol!!”
“Taco versus Nogari!”
“A showdown to determine who’s the true snack!!”
“Huh?”
“Th-this could be the turning point of the entire game!”
Just as the casters predicted, a decisive battle that would determine the game’s future was unfolding in the mid-lane.

* * *
‘He’s here!’
Soloizebaek’s Jungler, Nogari.
Within him dwelt the ‘Spider Queen – Arachne’.
“Spider-man~!”
That’s why he could emit strange sounds and fire sticky spider silk.
Zzzziiik!
The spider silk shot toward me.
Whoosh!
But Taco’s harpoon flew out and pushed the incoming spider silk down into the ground.
He’d negated the skill.
“This is humanity’s net!”
Taco threw his net at Arachne with overflowing confidence.
Arachne, who’d been trying to bind both opponents with spider silk, ended up caught in the net instead.
Taco drove his harpoon into Arachne and shouted.
“Take down Arachne first!”
“Nice net.”
Crackle!
White mana formed the shape of a pistol as I aimed at Arachne.
“Disappear!”
Spit!
Arachne spat deadly venom at Taco.
At the same moment, Ran’s pure white crystal tore through the air and struck Arachne directly.
Boom──!
As Arachne’s body was pushed back, her aim shifted with her, and the deadly venom missed.
‘What is this damage?’
Arachne didn’t even notice the venom had missed. The damage was all that mattered.
Her health had dropped below half.
Crackle!
Once more, Ran gathered mana at her fingertips.
I hadn’t thought much of it before. But now that light looked different.
‘If I get hit again, I’m dead, aren’t I?’
To die after just two hits—it was looking that way.
‘The bottom lane… they’re insane!’
Even if I wanted to escape, being caught in the fisherman’s net made it impossible.
Boom!
Then, Ran’s second pure white crystal was fired.
‘Please miss…’
There was no way it could miss against a target standing completely still. Especially when the one firing was me.
My aiming ability had already been proven since Battle Rage.
Boom!
Naturally, the pure white flames consumed his entire field of vision.
Yet, he didn’t die.
[Resonance]
As the brilliant light faded, what came into view was Mosol’s back.
Whoooosh!
“Mosol!”
The resonance wave was spreading outward from Mosol’s vicinity.
The Monk could instantly move toward the wave his ally created.
The moment he touched his ally, the resonance wave enveloped his body, generating a barrier.
A shield that granted an additional 1 to 20 percent of his health.
Thanks to that, Arachne survived.
And that’s why Almond’s expression darkened.
‘What?’
From my perspective, I’d just fired and landed the hit, only to have my attack nullified.
‘Resonance, then.’
By now, I’d memorized the characteristics of most of the Contractors that appeared frequently.
However, the Monk wasn’t easy to pin down.
Not only was he rarely used in the current meta, but when he was, he appeared in the top lane or jungle.
This was a Monk who’d grown large from farming the mid lane.
Generally, Contractors who grew by farming the mid lane became the most powerful in the game.
It was difficult to gauge the Monk’s combat strength. He’d certainly be stronger than any Monks I’d faced before.
Moreover, he wasn’t even behind—he’d killed Miho several times and was in quite a fed state.
His stats were unpredictable.
Dangerous.
‘Taco’s too close?’
The formation became strange as Mosol intervened in the tangled fight between Arachne and Taco.
Taco faced both of them head-on, while I alone stood at a distance.
As expected.
“Chikichaa!”
Mosol let out an excited cry as he kicked Taco’s jaw upward.
“Gack!”
Spit and blood sprayed from Taco’s mouth as his eyes rolled back. His body launched into the air.
“Combo incoming!”
Mosol shouted as if he were broadcasting, skillfully executing a combo.
He drove his knee up into the airborne Taco once more, then spun and struck with his elbow.
“Chikichaa!”
Finishing with a straight punch that sent him flying back.
Crash!
Whoosh!
-Puhahahaha!
-Insane!
-Mosol! Mosol! Mosol!
-Mosol’s stream is skyrocketing!
As he displayed his showmanship, the crowd’s reaction was tremendous.
Boom!
Taco’s body bounced backward and crashed into a tree, crumbling to the ground. The tree split with a sickening crack.
[Mosol cannot be stopped!]
[Mosol → Takoyaki]
-Waaaaaaah!
Roars erupted from the spectator stands.
-Shweeeeet!
-What is Mosol?!
-Solo is strong! Solo is strong!
From where Mosol’s fans were seated, catchphrases from his broadcast burst forth.
Meanwhile, Almond wasn’t resting idle.
Crash!
Light flashed from somewhere.
[Master of the Battlefield! Reckless Warrior!]
[Reckless Warrior → Nogari]
Arachne fell.
-Wow, Almond! Almond!
-Almooooond!
-Kill them all!
I had dodged the Monk’s body and drove a pure white crystal directly into Arachne.
Mosol’s brow furrowed.
“Huh?!”
Unless someone was highly skilled with the Monk, it was difficult to react to surroundings while executing a combo.
Too many waves spread out, making it hard to distinguish what was what.
‘What?!’
So Mosol was flustered by Nogari suddenly dying.
‘No choice.’
But the confusion was brief.
He quickly positioned himself toward Ran’s waves.
‘One-on-one with the ADC. I can’t lose.’
Ever since Taco died, the momentum had already shifted to our side.
The Monk devours the ADC as easily as a flash-blade would.
“Now, how to consume the ADC like cake. All right!”
Snap!
He seized the edit point alone and charged toward Almond.

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I was acutely aware that the situation had turned unfavorable.
‘One-on-one… this isn’t good.’
It wasn’t the first or second time I’d encountered incarnations like the Monk during solo ranked matches.
Once hit by the vibration wave, they’d close the distance in an instant, and once my body was airborne, I’d be caught in a relentless combo.
It was the perfect amalgamation of everything ADCs despised.
[Almond. Get out of there.]
[Jungler and support swapped positions! That’s an advantage for us!]
My teammates urged me to retreat as well.
But the problem was whether I could actually escape.
The Monk had many abilities to close distance. Ran, on the other hand, was painfully slow.
“Haaaah!”
Mosol let out a battle cry and extended his hand.
He’d unleashed the vibration wave.
Whoooosh!
It wasn’t clearly visible, but I could see the space warping.
That sluggish distortion was rapidly advancing toward me.
Thwack!
I pushed off with my feet, throwing my body to the left, and the wind from the wave swept across my right sleeve.
It missed.
I leaped backward again, analyzing the situation.
‘The accuracy… is lower than I expected.’
It had missed by a much wider margin than anticipated.
That skillshot just now was far off the mark for someone supposedly Challenger-tier.
I turned my head to look at Mosol. More precisely, at his eyes.
He had no eyes. They were covered by bandages.
It was one of the enormous entry barriers the Monk possessed compared to other incarnations.
‘There’s a proficiency issue. No matter how Challenger-ranked he is.’
Being good at the game and quickly adapting to not being able to see were two entirely different matters.
‘His true skill isn’t showing.’
If I could just dodge the vibration wave, winning a one-on-one against the Monk wasn’t impossible.
‘I think I can do this.’
Tap.
I stopped my backward retreat and planted my feet firmly.
[Big bro, come over here a bit more!]
[Almond oppa? You’re not moving on the minimap??]
[Hello!?]
Miho continued calling out through voice chat as she joined the fight, but I didn’t respond.
If I opened my mouth even slightly, the enemy would hear me.
She wouldn’t even hear her own breathing.
With her breath held, I had charged pure white mana to the tips of my fingers.
And I aimed at the Monk.
“!?”
Mosol froze in sudden confusion.
‘What… he stopped?’
The Monk perceives situations only through vibrations, so he couldn’t understand exactly what was happening.
The opponent suddenly stopped. And he’s aiming at me. I can sense that much through vibrations.
But why?
I don’t know why he stopped.
Perhaps there’s some support, he thought, and focused more intently on the vibrations around him.
‘There’s no one here!’
There were no vibrations anywhere nearby. It was Almond’s audacity.
Mosol, lacking much Monk proficiency, needed an additional 0.1 to 2 seconds to discover this fact.
Even this much could be called a sufficiently fast reaction.
But in Ril, 0.1 seconds determines whether you take a critical hit or land one.
BOOM!!
“Ugh!”
Mosol’s entire body blazed white as he was sent flying backward.
The skill I fired had struck true.
‘Damn.’
I could have dodged it easily. But the attack came during my moment of confusion, so I took the hit.
About 30% of my health vanished.
[Health 40%]
Ran was fleeing again.
‘I can see him again.’
The vibrations spreading out were very easy to track.
The impact delayed my pursuit slightly.
‘It won’t take long.’
Mosol quickly dashed forward and closed the distance again.
Now I could grab Ran’s collar with just a reach of my hand.
Without even time to think about how surprisingly slow the opponent was fleeing, I immediately threw a punch.
Thud!
Almond’s health decreased.
‘That’s it. You’re dead now.’
Just as I was about to start a combo with a cut kick.
Crackle!
The sound of Almond’s mana igniting reached my ears.
‘He’s firing again.’
Since I gave him time to fully charge the pure white mana, he had time to fire once more.
If I take this hit, my health will be nearly depleted, and my body will be pushed backward.
‘If I dodge this and kick upward…’
It was the Monk’s signature technique.
Crouch down to evade the opponent’s attack, then use the momentum from rising to launch into a combo with an upward kick.
‘Go ahead.’
When a Monk closes the distance, I can sense even the slightest vibrations from my opponent’s hand movements.
I can even detect the phenomenon of their hands moving from the recoil before they cast a skill.
‘Now!’
Now, Almond’s hands surged upward, trembling with intense mana energy and recoil.
“Hah!”
Mosol, in a state of heightened concentration, flattened my body and crouched.
The surroundings slowed momentarily, and the vibrations stuttered. The frame had stretched for an instant.
“!?”
But something felt wrong.
It didn’t pass through. I felt nothing crossing over my back.
‘What?’
My mind registered something was off, but my body was already launching my foot upward.
Then, suddenly, a massive wave came crashing down.
‘Huh?!’
Boom──────!
A brilliant white wave engulfed everything, and my body was pushed violently backward.
‘What?’
Mosol was flustered.
[Health 10%]
My health was nearly gone.
‘He used a feint?’
The hand movement with recoil from before must have been a feint.
A feint that exploited the Monk’s inability to see the situation clearly.
‘This guy’s absolutely insane.’
The fact that he could pull off a feint in this situation was astounding.
Even for a Challenger, it was impressive game sense.
However──
‘My kick almost didn’t connect?’
Even as I was pushed back, the tip of my raised foot grazed Almond’s chin, the edge of his hitbox.
──Thud!
Almond’s body was launched into the air.
Mosol rushed toward the airborne Almond with all my strength.
‘It’s over now.’
Almond’s remaining health was around 70 percent.
The distance had widened due to falling for the feint, so the combo was slightly disrupted, but Mosol, with the adaptability befitting a Challenger, began the combo anew from the middle.
‘I barely reach him.’
My uppercut connects with the airborne Almond.
But──
Is it coincidence?
Or is it because the kick grazed his chin at just the right angle?
──Chin.
“!?”
What touched my fist was Almond’s foot.
Rather than my uppercut driving through, it’s as if Almond stepped up off my fist.
‘What? Something feels different.’
Since I can’t see, I couldn’t grasp the exact situation. So I just throw it anyway.
Whoosh!
The uppercut judgment registers regardless.
Almond’s body does get sent flying.
However….
‘What?! Why is he flying so far?’
The distance is different.
Almond’s foot push-off and my judgment overlap, sending him far too far away.
Beyond the range where I can continue my combo.
Boom…!
I sense the shockwave of Almond’s body hitting the ground.
‘Nearly 40 to 50 meters away….’
Too far.
Crackle crackle crackle…!
“!”
And then I sense a brilliant white surge of mana.
From that distance, Almond is aiming at me.
At me, the Monk, with only 10% health remaining.
The crowd erupts into cheers.

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