Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 429

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 2 Episode 149
52. Weighty Responsibility (3)
“Die! Die!”
“Ahhhhh!”
King Gul and Chiseung’s death harp performance continued unabated.
Chiseung remained absorbed in the endless stream of donations pouring in.
‘Huh?’
Suddenly, there were no enemies left visible on the screen.
Chiseung stopped in surprise.
“Die! Die… wait, they’re actually all dead!”
Ting…
The final harp melody lingered anticlimactically in the air.
“But! Jaderill! The Last Samurai charges forth!”
All the soldiers were dead, but Jaderill still refused to give up on Almond.
-That’s terrifying obsession
Why would a British person be a samurai lol
That’s crazy with the factionalism.
His obsession was genuinely frightening.
“Jaderill charges in!!”
But now that there were no other targets, the Joseon archers all turned their focus toward Jaderill─
Whoooosh!
─and in an instant, he became a porcupine, flying off into the distance.
He took so many arrows that he was sent flying entirely.
So naturally, he died.
“H-he’s dead! Commander kill!! That was meaningful, right!?”
“We avenged Coffee! The Joseon archers! Incredible focus!! They’re holding the line with just archers!!!”
The team fight had been a cauldron of excitement.
Once it ended in victory, the analysts let out a sigh of relief.
King Gul surveyed the overall situation and spoke with a dampened tone.
“But… we’re losing the game overall, aren’t we!?”
Looking at it clearly, the game was tilting significantly.
“Yeah… well, truthfully, we never had good matchups from the start.”
Chiseung already knew.
Even if they eliminated Jaderill here, the overall flow of the game wasn’t favorable.
-??Wait, we’re losing?
-What?
-Did we win the battle but lose the war?
Chiseung, being experienced in this game, understood the situation, but the viewers and King Gul had been so focused on watching Almond that they failed to see the broader war.
-Suddenly?
-Ah… we lost all the other battles?
-From the start, this battle was disadvantageous
-It was a battle to avoid getting swept, not to win
-But still
From the viewers’ perspective, they suddenly found themselves in a losing position.
Almond participated in a battle and won.
So why is the game going poorly?
King Gul had to explain.
“Um, is there no possibility of a comeback? If battles like that one keep happening….”
King Gul asked Chiseung urgently.
They’d gotten so excited with all that momentum, only to find out they were losing?
“Ahem. I apologize for dampening the mood, but… we were already losing. I’d love to see more battles like that one, but… it’s difficult right now.”
“Ah, no… Kimchi! Can you activate some positive thinking? We even performed the Harp of Death…! What are we going to do!?”
“Huh? That’s something you decided on your own….”
-Kimchi, you killed the mood so you’re responsible for fixing it.
I can’t provide a reliable translation for this text. It appears to contain Korean characters mixed with what looks like corrupted or nonsensical text (흥깨책ㅋㅋㅋ), making it impossible to translate accurately.
-Playing the Harp of Death (including allies) lol
‘As if beating England without any tricks is easy….’
In truth, Chiseung had anticipated defeat long ago. Since this was an open scrim, Joseon couldn’t employ unconventional strategies and had almost no way to beat England.
He’d tried to keep the atmosphere from becoming too light as he sensed the defeat coming.
But after standing up and dancing with his hips shaking like that, he couldn’t hold his head up.
“S-still, it wasn’t entirely meaningless. Though several fortunate circumstances overlapped. We got to see Almond’s performance, and we confirmed that the National Team has plenty of potential, didn’t we?”
“That’s right. From the start, this scrim should be viewed as an adaptation period for a new player. By that standard, it’s a massive success!!”
-It’s ridiculous lolololol
The packaging expert commentator king tangerine lol
To borrow Almond’s words, isn’t this not a Korean football-style defeat???ㅋㅋㅋ
I’m dying laughing ㅋㅋㅋ
-Ball possession 90%! Effective shots 120!
Many viewers were being sarcastic.
‘It doesn’t matter.’
Still, Chiseung had gained something.
The player he’d practically forced to bring showed definitive performance.
His blocking ability displayed in the gold mine defense battle was record-breaking.
It was a shame this wasn’t a real match but a practice.
Though of course, the scene only appeared because it wasn’t a real match.
‘Still. It’s encouraging. It’s the first battle.’
But seriously, try bringing someone who can perform like that in the first game of an international tournament. Where would you even find them?
Even if a pro gamer from another game with extensive experience came, honestly it’s questionable whether they could do it.
“Ah~ In the end…! We got swept~~~~!!”
While thinking these thoughts, the Korean team declared surrender.
[Surrender]
King Gul was unfolding the wrapper with his tongue.
“No, I’m telling you, this has meaning! It’s practice. We actually countered the enemy’s strategy….”
-Is it true you majored in mandarin peel packaging?
-The wrapper’s tearing lol
-Why does the wrapper smell like amylase?
Stop it… lol
I’m crying / Wah wah wah
Of course, the viewers were too busy mocking him.
After fumbling with the wrapper for a while, he exhaled and spoke.
“Phew… Well. At least we didn’t lose to Japan. We almost had to shut down the broadcast.”
“Ah. Yes. That would’ve been a disaster….”
We’re losing to Japan, and the domestic commentator is waving a bread-like thing around… lol
Almost became a pro-Japanese collaborator lol
-Lol how would Joseon beat the British Empire lol just look lol
Chiseung shuddered at the mere thought.
He knew better than anyone how seriously the hardcore viewers of national team matches took Korea-Japan matches.

* * *
“…We lost.”
Sigh.
Cookie leaned back with a shallow breath.
His body, which had maintained constant tension, was finally resting.
He hadn’t let his focus slip for even a single second throughout the entire match.
And yet, we lost.
“We’ve been publicly defeated. Are you alright with that?”
Commander Coffee, who remained beside him, added his comment.
Coffee had been dissatisfied with the public scrim all along.
At his question, Cookie stared at him directly and spoke.
“Did it look that way?”
“Pardon?”
“Did it look like we were defeated?”
“Yes. You were defeated.”
At this, another Commander beside him, Bread, interjected.
“There’s no defeat in scrims.”
Coffee’s lips twitched, but he observed the situation for now.
Nickname: Bread. Real name: Sibarum.
Coffee didn’t particularly get along with her. If it weren’t for Cookie, the two would never have worked together.
“Barum’s not wrong. A scrim is literally a practice match.”
Sure enough, Cookie backed up her words.
“Of course, saying it this way is nothing but an excuse. To others, our national team preliminaries elimination is a ‘result,’ and our scrim losing streak is a ‘result.’ But to us, it’s just a process. It has to be a process.”
Coffee understood as well.
Cookie was a running train.
The train ran toward its destination regardless of what scenery passed by.
It didn’t matter how long it took or what people it encountered along the way.
Even if it stopped at the worst stations in between, they were merely stations.
People mistook them for the final destination.
But to the train, they were only stations.
‘That’s all there is to it.’
Whoever got off at that station… he simply kept running.
Coffee closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded.
“Right. That’s true. You can’t lay down strategy in a scrim where everything’s visible to everyone.”
After a brief silence.
He asked tentatively.
“So about that. Will this system continue? Like this?”
“The public scrim?”
“Yes. It’s quite inconvenient.”
“Hmm…”
Cookie slowly turned his lean frame and stared at Coffee for a moment.
Then he changed the subject.
“Dujun. You fought Almond before you got eliminated, right?”
“Yes.”
“How was it?”
“…”
Coffee shifted his gaze for a moment before speaking.
“Eighty percent of winning that battle belongs to Almond.”
Cookie’s expression didn’t change upon hearing that. His gaze merely turned back to the data for a moment.
“However, after observing continuously since then, the variable of impulsive actions is large, and I’m not sure how it will manifest in actual combat.”
“What’s your positive assessment?”
“…In today’s battle, he displayed a sense that’s hard to attribute to a beginner.”
Coffee turned his body with a somewhat sullen expression. He seemed reluctant to admit something.
Cookie remained silent, as if prompting him to continue explaining.
“To break through a shield wall, charging from the rear and ramming with your body is the most effective. The enemy anticipated this and positioned one spearman in the rear. With just that, cavalry can’t charge.”
“Hmm. But?”
“But Almond knew about it beforehand and dealt with it.”
“Knew beforehand?”
“Yes.”
“It was coincidence.”
Cookie cut him off decisively.
“Pardon?”
“It was coincidence. That’s all.”
Coffee was the one who asked in surprise instead.
“A coincidence….”
“That person doesn’t even have the minimum knowledge to display such sense. It’s logically impossible for such a play to emerge.”
“…?”
Cookie’s prediction was accurate. In reality, it had been a coincidence.
“I’m not belittling him. He simply doesn’t know yet. That’s just the fact. Look at this.”
The data Cookie pointed to was ‘Faction Utilization Rate’.
How much profit that user had gained with that faction.
When it comes to Joseon Archers, one should certainly pay attention to the ‘Concentration’ faction.
[0%]
Almond’s utilization rate was 0%.
For reference, the average is 86%.
“0%? Is it a bug?”
“No. This is data from before he even realized the Concentration faction existed.”
“…What?!”
Coffee was startled. What did that mean? He didn’t know about the Concentration faction until a specific point in time?
‘Ah. So that’s…?’
Only then did Coffee understand all of Almond’s strange behavior from before.
‘So that’s why he kept shooting arrows at odd places?!’
Why he shot into empty air several times. Why he stepped forward.
“But look here.”
Cookie showed different data.
[100%]
“…What is this.”
“The utilization rate after he realized it.”
Both Coffee and Bread simply stared blankly.
At the data of 100%.
“After realizing Concentration… he hasn’t missed once. Every arrow had meaning.”
The two commanders remained silent.
Astonishment. Awe. Bewilderment.
Multiple emotions crashed across their faces.
“Well. That’s the extent of his capability as an individual player.”
Cookie flipped the screen and faced them again.
“As an individual player, he’s excellent. But… Dujun. Did he follow your commands well today?”
“…No.”
“Did he fight with understanding of formations and terrain?”
“…No.”
Cookie stood up from his seat and clasped his hands behind his back as he walked. It was a habit that emerged when he had something to think about.
“Zero points as a soldier, but perfect marks as a warrior….”
Bread added a comment.
“That’s a precise way to put it, Cookie.”
“Huh? Is he a machine?”
Coffee had been about to say something to Bread, but simply closed his mouth instead.
Cookie continued regardless.
“I’d like to raise only the Soldier’s score cleanly, but these two are definitely linked. There’s no doubt about it.”
“Yes. If we make it too bureaucratic, it will constrain the gameplay.”
Cookie nodded.
“Get this balance right.”
“Understood.”
Bread chimed in from beside him.
“When you say balance, that includes the relationships and perceptions with other players too, right?”
“That’s right.”
Bread laughed as if he were a superior commander who grasped Cookie’s intentions faster, and took a jab at Coffee.
“Is this kindergarten?”
Coffee didn’t bother responding to that childish bickering.
He simply admired Cookie’s coldly objective analysis.
“Cookie really is something. He knows exactly how to weigh gains and losses.”
He neither overrated nor underrated Almond.
He evaluated precisely.
Just like with all the Soldiers.
Cookie ended the meeting here.
“The public scrim ends here. From the next scrim onward, we’ll proceed with closed sessions while testing the strategies we want.”
Both commanders nodded.
The performance to draw in viewers was over.
“And Almond cannot participate in scrims again until he reaches S+.”
Coffee nodded.
“Yes. Which commander should we assign?”
“There’s no one with A+ commander rank on the National Team, so recruit from Sync Tank. You’ll need to handle their training too.”
“Understood.”
“Not someone too easygoing. Someone decisive. Rookies have never done well when they’ve been coddled.”
“I know.”
It was probably because of Almond’s abilities.
“He seems to keep an unusual distance.”
Whether it was suddenly having him participate in the international tournament or not, Almond was being handled with distance and a firm hand.
But then Cookie paused briefly before adding this.
“Oh, there’s an awards ceremony tomorrow, I heard.”
“Pardon?”
What awards ceremony. Was he the type to pay attention to such things?
“The Trivia Awards.”
A person who didn’t even watch film festivals or broadcasting awards ceremonies… Trivia?
Coffee was bewildered, but answered anyway.
“Yes… Is that so?”
“Right. So we’ll skip raising Almond’s ranking tomorrow and start after that. Considering the hangover, the day after tomorrow would be ideal.”
“?”
“Do you understand?”
“…I understand.”
Though it seemed like he was keeping his distance, I felt he was considerate of everything.
‘What in the world…’

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