Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 423

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 2 Episode 143
50. An Archer, You Say (2)
Almond participated in the international competition with barely any knowledge of what it entailed.
Considering that every player here was an incredibly skilled professional-level competitor, it seemed there was no way for him to make an impact.
‘A club….’
All he held in his hand was a club—the only weapon that could be called one.
Of course, this was the same for all troops. Until they could build a weapon workshop and craft spears or axes, everyone would fight with clubs.
‘And this is cloth armor?’
The weapon was a club, and the armor was cloth armor made by layering cloth multiple times.
It would have almost no defense, but it was better than taking hits unprotected.
‘I need to get better weapons and armor soon….’
Regardless of who would supply items first, Almond sensed that his turn wouldn’t come very quickly.
After all, he was a newcomer here.
He’d need to show some contribution to receive better weapons first, but without weapons, it was hard to contribute.
[Reconnaissance]
Ding!
As expected, the order that fell to him was reconnaissance.
It wasn’t a mission where he could establish merit.
‘Great.’
In truth, similar orders had been given to all soldiers, but Almond had no way of knowing that. He simply assumed others had gone off to fight.
Either way, since he was a novice at the international competition, he had no complaints about this treatment.
‘I can’t be greedy from the first match. Let me just learn for now.’
Next came the team assignment.
[5-Person Squad Assignment]
It seemed he wouldn’t be going on reconnaissance alone.
He was assigned to a group with four other colleagues. They exchanged nods, but no one said much.
Well, one person did say something.
“Ah. So you’re that new….”
But the man who appeared to be the oldest cut him off.
“Don’t say unnecessary things. Only speak about operations.”
Above his head floated a marker indicating ‘Leader’. His ID was [Pangeo].
“Ah, yes….”
-That’s harsh
-Well, no point getting unnecessarily friendly
-Didn’t expect this;
-Acting tough with that ID name Pangeo
Small talk seemed to be fundamentally prohibited. Was that why no one had said a word to Almond until now?
Though it was hard to imagine players chatting casually while running side by side on the field in a national soccer championship.
Any communication had to be strictly related to tactics within this game.
“Move out.”
Following the Leader’s orders, I set out on reconnaissance.
Beyond our group, all the Soldiers were dispersing in pairs of five.
Pangeo, who was leading ahead, explained the reconnaissance operation.
“The Enemy will be conducting reconnaissance as well. I don’t know how many they’ll group together. If their numbers exceed ours, we retreat.”
“Yes!”
The reconnaissance team didn’t object to his judgment.
I also drilled the operation into my head to execute it properly.
“If numbers are greater, we retreat….”
My muttering aloud to avoid forgetting actually made the viewers anxious.
-Why does this feel so uneasy lol
-Why did he suddenly start listening to others? That’s ominous
-Is Almond actually capable of teamplay?
It was natural for them to worry, since I had never demonstrated proper teamplay throughout this.
-He won the Nant Tournament though
-He had good synergy in Ril though??
-He had good synergy with Pizza Bread and the convenience store noona too^^
Every time this came up, people cited the Ril Nant Tournament as an example.
But the teamplay required in the Nant Tournament felt quite different from the teamplay needed in this organized warfare.
Ril is a game where I need to make decisions proactively, while here I’m delegating some judgment to the Commander.
‘In a way, this suits me better.’
In truth, I wasn’t particularly good at making big-picture decisions in Ril.
I myself think this might work better for me.
The viewers couldn’t know my true thoughts, and since I wasn’t reading chat right now, the topic continued to burn hot.
-That’s different from this
-Kick out all the non-military service guys!
-Ugh these non-military guys…lol
Since Civil EM had a somewhat military-like feel, the conversation eventually drifted to military service and university rankings.
Whenever talk of military service and university rankings came up in chat, things got tiresome.
-The streamer is non-military service too lol
-There are lots of women here too, so if you kick out all non-military service people, are you Thanos or something?
-Is he telling Almond to react?lol
-He’s telling him to react~~
Since the streamer himself was non-military service, this kind of mockery didn’t land at all in my channel, so fortunately the controversy died down quickly.
‘Huh.’
Crunch──
Then, I heard someone’s footsteps.
They weren’t from my Teammates.
Click.
Pangeo, who was leading ahead, stopped. And I nearly stopped at the same time. It was a narrow margin.
‘What is this.’
Pangeo observed Almond from the corner of his eye, glancing backward.
‘…Did he hear that?’
I’d heard the newcomer specialized in archer combat. Usually those specialized in combat didn’t have particularly good sensory stats.
Yet his reaction speed was just as sharp as mine, who specialized in sensory perception. This was unprecedented.
‘Maybe he just has fast reaction speed and stopped when he saw me move.’
Pangeo assumed Almond had simply reacted to his movements.
You could tell Almond had excellent reaction speed just by watching a few of his gameplay videos.
His gaze turned forward again. The sound of footsteps drew steadily closer.
‘They’re coming fast.’
Pangeo raised his fists and lowered his stance, sinking his upper body between the bushes to conceal himself.
“There are enemies nearby.”
-Oh. What, that’s crazy positioning
-It really is different because it’s an international tournament
-Damn, that’s cool
The viewers only then realized enemies had approached nearby and exchanged comments. By ordinary standards, the enemies’ presence still couldn’t be felt.
Meanwhile, Pangeo predicted the exact route.
“They’ll come around the tree.”
Ping.
Using his leader authority, he pinged a specific tree while explaining.
-Wait, he knows that accurately?
-What sensory stat…
-Is this real?
His sensory perception was genuine.
Thud. Thud.
The enemies came into view one by one as they rounded the tree.
-Wow, they’re really British
-It really feels like a national battle
-Oh
The England Soldiers team wore fake beards and makeup designed to look as fierce as medieval warriors.
“Four of them.”
There were four enemies coming around the tree.
Pangeo confirmed it was four, and so did Almond.
‘Four?’
At that moment, Almond recalled the command he’d heard earlier in his mind.
‘If our numbers are smaller… we run.’
If our team’s numbers were smaller, we retreat.
‘Then if the enemy’s numbers are smaller?’
There was no need to ask.
Obviously the situation was reversed, so we should charge in.
Just like in Ril, in most games missing the attack timing leads to significant losses.
Crack—
Knowing this, Almond immediately pushed off and bolted forward.
Whoooosh…!
The sound of wind and rustling vegetation filled my ears until everything blurred, running with mad intensity.
“!”
I could faintly hear the England Soldiers shouting in surprise.
Before they could even finish speaking, Almond raised his club.
‘Perfect.’
At that moment, Almond thought he could take down one thug right here and now.
If that happened, they’d be down to three while we’d have five—a complete victory.
——Crack!

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“They’ve just encountered each other! England sent 10 soldiers in pairs, while Joseon sent 5 soldiers in pairs!?”
King Gul’s voice carried urgency.
First, because Almond had just encountered the enemy scouts.
Second, because of their fishing strategy.
“England has 10 soldiers! They’re making it look like they’re paired in groups of 4, showing only the front ones first!? We can’t fall for this!”
It was a cunning strategy like a deep-sea anglerfish.
They’d deployed 10 soldiers for the scout unit—a considerable number—but staggered their appearance, sending only 4 ahead first to avoid detection.
This was a strategy accounting for the fact that enemies typically sent scouts in groups of 5.
“It seems England’s guide has sharper senses and figured this out first.”
There was someone among the enemy scouts with exceptionally keen perception.
So knowing enemies were nearby, they could dangle this bait.
“Ahhhhh! Almond!?”
Soon after, King Gul cried out.
Because Almond had charged forward.
-Never disappoints lol
-True man energy) Just charges ahead first
-lmao so crazy lol
The viewers were excited, but King Gul was worried.
“H-he just suddenly rushed out on his own!”
“….”
Kim Chi Warrior was at a loss for words.
By bringing Almond here, he bore almost majority shareholder responsibility.
If Almond made a mistake, it was as if he made one.
‘T-this is….’
Quick judgment and recklessness.
These were both Almond’s strengths and weaknesses.
It wasn’t something to call good or bad, and Kim Chi Warrior had brought him precisely for these qualities.
‘This is definitely the kind of person he’s always been….’
So what matters is the result.
Good results mean proactive and aggressive play; bad results mean reckless accidents.
This was the ruthless world of competition.
‘Please….’
Those unfamiliar with such a world often freeze and collapse, but Almond was different.
For him, it was a world as familiar as taking a casual stroll through the neighborhood.
Crack!
His club struck the head of the England Soldier at the front with perfect precision.
‘Got it!’
“He hit him!!!”
Kim Chi Warrior springs to his feet.
They had successfully taken down one enemy with a surprise attack.
“Did, did we kill him!?”
“No! It’s a club, so it won’t kill in one hit! But it looks like he received a stunned status at least!”
If you thrust a blade at a vital point, the bonus damage maximizes and can kill the opponent in one strike, but a club is still just a club.
A stunned status was the best they could hope for, and Almond had achieved it.
Either way, being unable to fight was the same, so the attack had landed properly.
But the problem comes next.
Whoosh!
Six England Soldiers hidden in the back begin to emerge.

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Almond reacted first, which caught the four scouts accompanying him off guard.
“What, what?! Chase him!”
Pangeo urgently commanded his remaining subordinates and gave chase.
‘Is this his first time?’
He watched Almond’s back as he sprinted ahead, puzzled.
No matter how skilled players were in solo rankings, everyone had a first time.
Everyone fears their first experience. The weight of an international tournament can crush one’s performance.
If he acted recklessly on his own, he could become the cause of defeat.
There were only two types of people who could charge forward without a moment’s hesitation in such situations.
‘…Either insane or a genius.’
Or possibly both.
Crack!
Watching Almond knock down one England Soldier ahead, he came to that conclusion.
To charge in at such an angle with his own head completely exposed, striking only the opponent’s head—
To make such a judgment in the first scrim, first battle of an international tournament—
Only someone insane enough to be a genius could do that.
“An enemy is knocked out!”
In any case, one of the four was unconscious.
Pangeo wasn’t the type to let such an advantageous situation slip away.
Thud-thud-thud!
He sprinted desperately and swung his club at the Soldier trying to target Almond from the side.
Clang!
Club struck club several times, then crack!
Pangeo managed to strike the vital point first.
“Two down….”
The moment he thought it was over with two of the four down, Pangeo’s keen senses immediately detected it.
‘Ah.’
This is a trap.
Whoosh.
The sound of multiple bushes rustling frantically reached his ears.
He immediately shouted a warning.
“It’s a trap!”
But it was already too late.
Thwack-thwack!
The sound of clubs raining down came from all directions.
Almond and Pangeo were taking hits.
“Just keep fighting!”
“Just fight!”
“We—ugh! We took down two of them! It’s five against eight! We can do this!”
I quickly laid out two of them cleanly first, so the battle wasn’t overwhelmingly disadvantageous after all.
I simply had to fight. Stopping here would lead to far greater losses.
Thwack, thwack, thwack…!
The dust kicked up by the clubs obscured my vision.
“Damn it!”
“Ah! Shit…!”
Cries of agony echoed from somewhere in the chaos.
Club fights from the barbarian era lasted considerably longer than blade combat, unlike sword fights.
Once people started losing consciousness one by one, the battle could end in an instant.
But this particular fight didn’t seem like it would end quickly, given the disparity in numbers.
Crack!
Thud!
The smaller force was putting up an unexpectedly strong resistance.
Especially Almond—he’d already knocked three of them unconscious in succession.
“?”
I stared blankly at Almond, watching him fight with such possessed ferocity using nothing but a club.
‘He’s supposed to be an archer?’
Are you crazy? You’re gonna catch all of these??ㅋㅋㅋ
-Physical (physical)
What kind of stick fighting is that? ㅋㅋㅋ

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