Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 532

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 2
1. Seizing the Main Building (2)
That’s right.
The players don’t know it, but five teams are participating in this challenge. They’re all competing on the same server.
Not only that—they’re all in the same school, and they’re all second-year high school students.
“So Team 1 is Class 1, Team 2 is Class 2, Team 3 is Class 3… and so on, with team numbers assigned to classes?”
“That’s correct.”
The team number directly corresponded to the class number.
Naturally, each team was divided into roughly forty members, including NPCs.
All players participating in the challenge had been on the athletic field during the Principal’s opening remarks.
“Zombies! Zombies are appearing!”
“And now the first zombies are starting to emerge!”
They fled together when the zombie outbreak occurred, and some of them even entered the same main building.
Though the players were from different classes, they shared the same dream based on their roles.
“They’ll probably all head for the main building! The player responsible for reading the map must have dreamed about the main building!”
Every challenge team had no choice but to aim for the main building.
It was the only clue they had to hold onto.
“Ah! Team 1! Sweeping through! They’re seizing the south side of the main building and closing the entrance!”
The first to enter the main building was Team 1, known as the Challenge Hunter team.
Based on their position on the athletic field, they occupied the south side without any casualties.
“Team 3 is seizing the central entrance!”
Almond’s team, Team 3, which had been standing in the middle, entered through the west side, the center of the main building.
“Team 5 arrived a bit late, confirmed the entrance was blocked, and went around to the east door, the back entrance!”
Team 5 entered the main building last.
The remaining teams arrived too late to enter the main building.
Whoooosh!
Boom!
Everyone was too busy lowering the shutters at the entrances.
“So only Teams 2 and 4 failed to enter the main building?”
“It appears so. Those two teams will need to find alternative locations!”
Teams 2 and 4 headed toward a construction site and a restaurant, respectively.
“Even though the main building appeared in the dream, there’s no reason to insist on it. Everyone adapts and moves accordingly!”
That’s right. The dream made seizing the main building seem advantageous.
But there’s no guarantee reality would work the same way. The competitors are in the main building, after all.
Perhaps occupying a construction site or restaurant like they’re doing would be safer.
As always, the real enemy in this game wasn’t the zombies.

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A short while later.
As expected, teams soon began to encounter one another.
“W-We’re already running into each other!?”
Team 1 and Team 3.
In other words, the team Almond belonged to.
Unaware that forces occupied the southern section, they had divided their personnel by a third and advanced southward.
“Team 3! Team 1! They’re much closer than we thought!”
“They haven’t turned the corner in the hallway yet. They’re getting closer!”
From a first-person perspective, they couldn’t sense each other.
But from above, it was crystal clear they would collide soon.
They were walking straight toward one another.
“Um… but if they meet, Team 3 would be overwhelmingly outnumbered in terms of headcount, wouldn’t they?”
“That’s right! Team 1 has nearly 40 people swarming around right now!”
The numbers were far too disadvantageous.
Meeting didn’t guarantee immediate combat, but they were destined to become enemies eventually.
Whether they clashed now or later, the danger was the same.
“Wouldn’t it be best if they didn’t meet?”
Especially since Team 1 is a Challenge Hunter team.
If they’re a group that plays the game aggressively enough to boast about hunting challenges, they might try to eliminate future enemies preemptively from the start.
Moreover, having stumbled upon a situation where they outnumber their opponents by three or four times, they’d be even more reluctant to pass up this opportunity.
“Team 3, you should evade. Even I think so!”
“Can they sense it?”
“I doubt it.”
The possibility seemed low.
It’s a distance unknowable unless you’re looking down from above.
“Ah. I don’t know. I have no idea. How would they know this? We know because we’re watching from above, but the players won’t…”
Huh?
The commentator paused mid-sentence.
“Wait, is that… Almond? That’s definitely a familiar move, isn’t it?”
Almond placed his index finger to his lips, silencing the children, then pressed his ear to the ground.
-Godnel: ???
How do you even know that? lol
-Wow his senses are insane
“Um… did he sense it from the sound? Can you even distinguish that from zombies?”
“Almond! He’s hiding in the bathroom!”
Almond entered the bathroom with the children.
“Does this mean he even knows the numbers?”
“It seems so…?”
It’s rare for a group of ten people to hide after hearing just one set of human footsteps.
Almond had discerned that the opposing team possessed superior numbers.
-What is this, some kind of superpower?
-His sensory stats must be insanely high
-Is this the national team for Civil War?! Is this the national team for Civil War?!
-Chills
-Scripted-level judgment
“That’s an excellent decision, Almond! I didn’t know you were capable of such tactical assessment!”
“The days of relying purely on physical prowess are behind us now!”
As Almond accumulated more gaming experience and exposure to various strategies and tactics, he continued to develop.
Now I no longer recklessly engaged in battles whose outcomes remained uncertain.
Especially since this game wasn’t about preserving oneself alone—it required protecting the NPCs.
Even if I could breakthrough through sheer combat ability, the NPCs might be completely annihilated.
So hiding was the right call.
That is, if they hadn’t noticed.
“Huh?”
Someone from Team 1 tilted their head curiously and approached the door.
[Team 1 – Kkakddugi]
His nickname was Kkakddugi.
A skilled streamer, though one who hadn’t garnered much popularity.
He intended to make a splash in this challenge and attract viewers.
A sly grin spread across his face.
He had discovered some kind of trace and smiled wickedly.
“Hey there.”

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A large pupil appeared through the door gap, speaking.
“Why are you peeking from over there?”
-Creepy
-LMAO
-Gasp
-We’re done for
-What??
Huh?
I instinctively stepped back.
‘I’ve been caught.’
“Your footprints are all over the place, you know.”
I could sense mockery in the speaker’s voice.
I glanced down immediately.
‘Ah.’
Blood trails were scattered everywhere.
With so many NPCs being dragged along, such traces were inevitable.
Since I hadn’t thought to avoid people in the first place, I hadn’t paid attention to leaving such evidence.
“Which class are you kids from?”
The voice outside the door asked again.
“We don’t have any zombies, and there are no infected among us. Why don’t you join us and survive together?”
Join and survive together?
The words sounded good, but….
“What. Is someone in there?”
“Yeah. They must be hiding.”
“Huh? Why hide? Is there an infected?”
Murmur murmur.
Those guys were all starting to realize there were people inside this bathroom.
“Hey kids. Come on out.”
“Forget it. What do we do if there’s an infected? Let’s just leave it.”
“But more people is better, right?”
This sounded like a conversation between NPCs.
They still didn’t understand this was a competitive situation.
Unless they were as intelligent as the Class Representative, they wouldn’t realize this would eventually become a competition.
“Um… why are we hiding?”
“Yeah. Let’s just combine with them. We’re scared of the zombies.”
The children from Class 3 behind me were now confused as well.
“Hey. Didn’t you hear what the Class Representative and Balloon Gum said earlier? We were going to close all the doors and abandon the other classes. Do you think they wouldn’t do the same?”
“But… they’ve already entered the main building, haven’t they? We didn’t abandon them….”
“Stop talking nonsense!”
Children bickering among themselves.
Worried the noise might leak through the door, I quickly silence them.
“Shh. First, we need to figure out if there’s any danger.”
That’s what I said, but the moment I realized a Player was mixed in with these thugs, it was undoubtedly dangerous.
I ask carefully.
“How many of you are there?”
From what I heard with my own ears, an absurdly large number of them were moving around.
“Us? Well… one…”
I peek through the crack in the door.
The thug is looking down at footprints, counting them.
-Wow, is that bastard trying to match the numbers in his answer?
-That guy’s definitely a Player
Are they from Team 1??
“I think we’re about ten of us.”
“…”
A lie.
I close my eyes for a moment.
I need to think.
‘If Takoyaki were here, this would be easier.’
I wanted to curse my luck for why this situation fell on me of all people.
But complaining wouldn’t solve anything anyway, so I focus on what’s happening right now.
It’s the unique mental control I trained during my playing days.
“What class are you from?”
“Class 1.”
Ding.
A message arrives on my phone.
[Takoyaki: Door’s closed. Gum, something seems to be going on?]
[Almond: I’m running into Class 1 students right now]
[Takoyaki: ???]
[Takoyaki: Really? What’s their reaction?]
[Almond: These guys don’t seem to be NPCs]
After a brief pause, he floods me with messages.
[Takoyaki: What the hell]
[Takoyaki: Did the guys who planned this challenge deliberately not explain it?]
[Takoyaki: I can’t get there right now because I need to stock up the infirmary.]
[Almond: I’ll try to handle it alone.]
Knock. Knock.
The ones outside start pounding on the door.
“Why are you thinking so hard? Are you infected?”
The Players seemed to be gradually assessing the angle for forced entry.
They’ll probably realize they’re outnumbered on this side.
-If they kill without reason, the other class students’ morale will drop
-Wait, are these bastards actually trying to kill people?
-Seriously
Thud! Thud!
The force of the pounding on the door grows increasingly intense.
“I think we should come out! It’s the right call to eliminate the infected!”
A different voice.
But from the moment this voice appeared, the atmosphere becomes rapidly hostile.
“That’s right!”
“Are you protecting a crazed infected person? You’ll all turn into zombies in there and come out!”
“There can’t be an infected person in the main building! Come out!”
The children, influenced by that voice just now, seemed to genuinely believe there was an infected person here.
That voice was probably the one playing Balloon Gum’s role.
‘That’s good agitation.’
In Zombie School, killing a person causes severe psychological damage.
So they’re mentally preparing themselves right now.
They’re training in advance so that even if they do eliminate a person, the children’s morale won’t drop.
“There’s no infected person. If there was one in this cramped space, we would’ve killed them.”
A logical rebuttal.
But it doesn’t land.
“Hmph. You don’t have the guts, so you’re hiding, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. A guy who hides like that….”
and lol
-???: Let these bastards go. Where’s the bow?
-They’re just planning to kill them
-Boss. Should we take care of it?
The chat is full of opinions saying Almond should go out and eliminate them.
‘I’d be fine, but….’
If Almond goes out and handles it, the other children’s morale will drop.
Wait.
While thinking, Almond realizes something strange.
These guys are debating whether the person is infected or not.
At this point in the game, it’s typical that players can’t properly kill even a single zombie.
Because they don’t have weapons.
‘Could it be.’
Almond peers carefully through the keyhole again, making eye contact.
‘They have them?’
Some of them were carrying weapons.
Especially, I can see some guys holding what looks like a sledgehammer from somewhere.
Did the maintenance staff who work at the school bring those tools?
Regardless, they’ve already acquired weapons like that.
It was proof that the thugs I faced now were no ordinary foes.
They were highly skilled at the game with considerable experience accumulated.
-Whoa, they have weapons.
What the heck is this ㄷㄷ
What do I do now?
Thud! Thud!
The thugs knocked on the door again.
They hadn’t used the sledgehammer yet.
But it would be soon.
“Kids. Can you block this for me?”
Almond spoke to the children behind him for a moment.
“I’ll be right back.”
“What…?”
Where was he going?
Almond ignored such questions and opened the first stall of the bathroom.
It was where the bathroom cleaning supply cabinet was located.
“There it is.”
Inside were naturally several long mop handles.
Almond grabbed one and broke it without any hesitation.
Crack!
Holding the broken handle, he moved to the next stall.
He pulled out a handful of toilet paper and stuffed it in his pocket.
Then he stood in front of the closed bathroom door and spoke.
“This is a fight because they’re trying to kill us.”
It’s human nature to feel reluctant about killing even monsters in human form.
But if you truly must harm people, the justification must be clear.
The clearest justification is that they’re trying to kill us.
Unintentionally, the enemies had given Almond a very good justification.
‘If I do it this way and don’t actually see it with my own eyes… it should be fine.’
Almond adjusted his grip on the broken mop handle and spoke.
“When I count to three, open it.”
“O, open it…?”
“Yeah. Open it and close it right after I go out.”
“E, even close it?”
“One.”
Gulp.
As the count began, the children swallowed hard.
“Two.”
The children seemed to realize they had no choice but to open the door, so they stepped back slightly from where they had been blocking it with their bodies.
”
Three!”
Screeeech!

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[Beginner Tip: Most zombies are unable to open sliding doors.]

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