Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 630

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 100
35. Release (1)
Before the final battle against Rome.
“It’s over.”
Sarang, who considered it a virtue to watch matches through to the end, seemed about to stand and leave.
“Huh? You’re… you’re leaving? Hey, but doesn’t Sivillem pull off comebacks in those desperate final battles? Huh?”
Popcorn, dressed entirely in red from head to toe and cheering at the top of his lungs, grabbed her in surprise.
He reached out to stop her.
“Isn’t it better to watch it all the way through!?”
“They’d need to defend the base three or four more times before they could even think about a comeback.”
“Then they’ll do it three or four times! Don’t you remember our 90-minute match!?”
“That match was between opponents of equal skill.”
“…So… this one?”
Popcorn didn’t know much about Sivillem. He only knew that Sarang could no longer be a professional player, and that she’d been playing this game quite seriously lately—a game that was rare these days in that it could be played with just a mouse.
“This one…”
Sarang shook her head.
“The gap was too large from the start. And I’ve already seen everything there is to see.”
Flick.
Sarang brushed her notepad aside, out of her line of sight.
She’d been jotting down a few strategies while watching the match.
Popcorn felt puzzled by her gesture.
‘What is this guy.’
It was nothing much, but in the way she’d just brushed aside her notepad, he caught a glimpse of the old Jeon-ja-pa overlapping with her image.
“You… you didn’t watch this just for fun, did you?”
He hadn’t known.
Why Sarang had come to watch this match.
He’d thought she’d simply come to unwind.
Sarang hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth.
“Yeah.”

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Joseon’s final stand proved far more encouraging than expected.
“Can we hold?! Can we hold?!”
“Aaaaaahhh…!”
“W-we’re all dying! Everyone’s dying!”
“Rome’s taking heavy casualties too!? Just a bit more… just a bit…!”
It made sense—the late Era 3 was undoubtedly Joseon’s civilization’s golden age.
So Rome’s decision to end things at this point was, in a way, remarkably provocative.
A strategy they could execute precisely because they’d already secured victory.
“Aamond! Aamond! Still managing to escape and keep dealing damage! Keep going…!”
“Taking one down, taking two down! We have to wait until they respawn from the barracks…!”
By this point, the commentators’ voices were nearly gone.
And when the last soldier fell.
“Aamond! Spectacularly falls in battle aaaahhh!!”
King Gul’s voice cracked completely.
-Even King Gul’s vocal cords fell in battle lol
ㅠㅠ (or -ㅠㅠ) represents crying or sadness in Korean text/internet culture.
[UNTRANSLATED LINE 48]
A natural English equivalent would be:
[UNTRANSLATED LINE 50]
T_T
[UNTRANSLATED LINE 52]
or simply: “crying” / “sad”
I’m oxidizing like crazy ㅠㅠ
-Damn it
-Pathetic…
But I didn’t think it would work ㅠ
I’m crying / Tears streaming down
After the defeat was announced, the chat became a sea of tears.
“Ah… that was truly a regrettable loss.”
“Indeed. There were quite a few points where they could have made a difference. Which makes it even more disappointing.”
In truth, anyone who understood the game felt the stark power gap between Rome and Joseon in that match.
But the commentators packaged it as best they could.
“When we took the multi at the 2-minute mark. Even then, I thought we might be able to counterattack….”
“Yes. A few Marines winning doesn’t mean Terran wins. Sigh… such a shame.”
“Yes. Rome was always one step ahead….”
Ping.
The TV screen in the hideout went dark.
“….”
Silence pressed down upon the dim living room.
Everyone gathered there sat motionless, staring blankly at the black screen without uttering a single word.
As if they were reflecting on themselves through their own images reflected on the screen.
“Sigh.”
Mool Mandu soon exhaled a heavy, moisture-laden breath and turned away.
“Hey. Hey.”
Clap, clap, clap.
Still, Gob Spear, the eldest among them, stood up to clear the heavy atmosphere.
“That’s enough. Look, we fought well enough in defeat. Even if we lose to Rome, we can still make it to the main tournament, right? You know that?”
Chiseung and Mandoo reluctantly nodded.
Chiseung in particular found his hands trembling without his awareness.
He forced out his thoughts on the match with difficulty.
“That’s not quite right.”
We lost, but we fought well.
Chiseung didn’t like that phrasing.
If we’d fought well, we would have won.
Because we didn’t fight well, we lost.
That’s why we need to fight better next time.
If I think we fought well but still lost, there’s no way to prepare for what comes next.
“Hey. Chiseung.”
Gob Spear called him out reproachfully.
But Chiseung and he only ended up arguing more.
“Ah… d-don’t fight!”
Mool Mandu wanted to stop them, but she had no way to do so.
She simply closed her eyes, turned away, and covered her ears.
“…!? …! …!!!”
“…! …!! …!”
She couldn’t hear what they were shouting about, but she felt it through the vibrations.
Only after the vibrations stopped moments later did she uncover her ears.

The heated argument ultimately ended with Chiseung’s apology.
“I’m going to stay in my room for a bit.”
Thud.
Chiseung entered an empty room.
“Sigh… I told you not to fight.”
[UNTRANSLATED LINE 105]
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“Sigh….”
Thud.
After closing the door.
The moment I stepped inside, the first thing that came to mind was absurdly the camera.
‘Everything must have been recorded.’
The camera was running in this room too.
Right in front of me, its red light blinking.
“…You’ll need to…keep filming, right?”
What answer would I get by asking that camera?
We’d all agreed to this anyway.
The argument from earlier was probably already saved as video and handed over to the production team.
What more embarrassment could there be?
“Yeah, you should. This is all content after all.”
I muttered that and leaned my back against the door.
“Since you’re going to film anyway, I’m curious. Did you really think only I could win?”
Of course, the camera couldn’t answer.
“…I figured as much.”
To such an obviously predictable answer, I just answered for myself.
After breaking through France and completely overwhelming Spain, expectations couldn’t help but rise.
Perhaps I’d become overconfident.
Rome riding the highest momentum, and Anto, who would become the greatest commander of all time if he just won this national tournament championship, completing all series victories.
The fact that I thought I might have been able to beat Anto through strategy….
That wasn’t perhaps—it was clear arrogance.
Zing.
My phone rang.
[Hyein: Hey oppa. It’s because of this group project, but could you possibly cover my shift at work? ㅠㅠ]
It was about a part-time job.
I immediately sent back that it wasn’t possible.
During the tournament, I’m the one who needs to find a replacement.
[Chiseung Kim: Nope impossible. I’m in the middle of a tournament.]
[Yoo Hye-in: Ah… there’s no one else I can ask but you ㅠ Are you talking about that gaming tournament? I have an important group project at school… ㅠㅠ Is there any way this won’t work?]
I tried to send a reply.
[This is important too….]
Then I deleted it all and let out a sigh.
“Sigh….”
I looked at the camera and let out a hollow laugh.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have explained the reason.”
I was about to send another message saying it wasn’t possible, but decided to just ignore it instead. I’d already said no anyway. I didn’t want to deal with it.
Zing.

Yet the messages continued to arrive.
It was nothing but whining, asking if I couldn’t somehow change my mind.
“Damn it, you brat….”
Why were they making such a fuss when I’d already said no?
Chiseung, who’d been staring at the ceiling for a moment, decided to take drastic measures.
[UNTRANSLATED LINE 152]
* * *
Late evening.
Whoosh.
Sanghyeon’s capsule opened.
Juhyeok greeted him as casually as possible.
“Oh. You came. I thought you wouldn’t show up today.”
“…Ah, yeah. Feedback sessions tend to run longer on days when I lose.”
Sanghyeon was equally composed.
After all, several more hours had passed since his defeat.
“I need a shower.”
Since the game sessions themselves were getting longer, even the dedicated capsule left him drenched in sweat and humidity.
Sanghyeon stripped off his shirt and headed straight for the bathroom.
Juhyeok began preparing dinner.
‘Hmm….’
Juhyeok quickly scanned the refrigerator.
Inside were a cleaned whole chicken, potatoes, onions, carrots, and green onions.
He’d originally planned to make steamed chicken and had shopped accordingly.
But his eyes drifted toward a bottle of soju sitting in one corner of the refrigerator.
‘I’m craving something spicy.’
Decision made. The menu would be spicy braised chicken.
A moment later.
Bubbling away.
A spicy, tangy red broth, fluffy potatoes, and tender chicken glistening with a soft sheen.
It was a dish that looked delicious at first glance.
And in one corner of the table sat a bottle of soju.
“Oh….”
Sanghyeon, shaking out his wet hair, smiled slightly.
“What’s the occasion?”
Juhyeok rarely drank soju at home.
“Well. The bitter taste of defeat… you could say?”
Pfft.
Sanghyeon laughed at that and quickly took his seat, holding out his glass.
“Defeat does taste bitter.”
Glug, glug.
The two of them poured drinks for each other, emptying their glasses in turn.
“Ahhh.”
Sanghyeon immediately grabbed a chicken leg glistening with a reddish sheen and took a bite.
“Man, that’s hot….”
Sanghyeon laughed, exhaling steam.
“Damn, this is killer~”
Juhyeok was equally delighted, sucking the meat clean off the wing.
The spicy chicken stew disappeared in an instant, and a couple more soju bottles had already appeared on the table.
“Ah… that was delicious.”
With a full belly, had Sanghyeon’s mood become more relaxed?
“By the way, I didn’t get to see the community reactions. Since I lost today… is it okay to check?”
Sanghyeon asked casually, assuming Juhyeok had probably seen them.
He was curious about the reactions, after all.
But surprisingly, Juhyeok hadn’t checked the community reactions either.
“I didn’t see them either. I was just looking over some documents for selecting editors.”
“Oh. Should we check then?”
“…Are you sure?”
“I’m going to look anyway.”
Perhaps it was the alcohol talking, but Sanghyeon stood up without hesitation and grabbed his phone.
“There’s definitely going to be a lot of negative comments.”
“That’s the fun part, isn’t it?”
Sanghyeon spoke as if it were nothing.
Certainly, negative comments had rarely affected Sanghyeon.
Even if they had, they only fueled his competitive spirit.
‘But… I’m not sure about this time.’
Still, Juhyeok felt afraid.
The international tournament seemed to hold greater significance for Sanghyeon than other games had.
“…Huh?”
As they scrolled together, both of them tilted their heads simultaneously.
First, the M-bul reactions.
1st Place) Still, he fought well!
2nd Place) It’s unfortunate, but… I don’t think anyone can deny that today’s performance was legendary
3rd Place) Anto played well; it’s not that Cookie played poorly
Most of the issue threads were only positive.
But this could have been due to the site’s general tone.
“M-bul is pretty gentle, after all.”
So they immediately headed to Rilpro, the “hell of professional gamers.”
[Why Joseon Still Has Hope]
[Kuboji, Now You’re Getting It!!]
[Joseon Archer vs Rome Heavy Infantry Battle.gif]
There was perhaps one post cursing Almond’s strategy, but for Rilpro standards, it was quite favorable overall.
However….
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Big) Almond <<< The True Nature of This Bubble-Wrapped Bastard
It was the post that received the most Bigs in the shortest time.
"No wonder things went so smoothly."
Sanghyeon clicked on it with a chuckle.
A large photo of Sanghyeon was plastered there, and beneath it was written:
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This face—during school years didn't create three thousand concubines, just shot archery three thousand times a day…
Got cursed out so much during the Nant match, yet ultimately proved himself…
Breaks the mic when he grabs it, but smashes the opponent's goal when he grabs the bow…
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If he were just a bit uglier, he would've already dominated Rilpro…
When the Korean team's Rilcup went to shit and there was nothing to watch, revived some unknown trash game like Civilization, giving those Rilpro losers who used to hate on him a taste of national pride…
Just fucking awesome
THE NUT
A. A. MON. D.
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'Huh?'
It was a praise post about Almond.
Some parts in the middle didn't seem like praise, but considering Rilpro's language, it was high praise.
Actually, it wasn't just high praise—it was reverence.
'But we lost today's match….'
Sanghyeon couldn't understand it.
Thinking back to when we lost during the Nant match, this kind of reaction didn't make sense.
Yet the comments weren't much different from the tone of this post either.
-Is that bubble perhaps Unbelievable?
└Rilhahahaha!
-The Nut fans really went all out lol
-This bastard's true nature lolololol
-Yeah~ the bubble was just what the Nut haters who came in after seeing the title said lolol
└lololololololol
-Rome match 2 o'clock multi close combat was insane
-NUT is the laugh trigger lol
-It was fun. The later matches will probably be fun because of the Nut Fans too
-Almond and Aamond are different right? Those bastards who always hated on Almond lol
└Today's strength display was pretty sick
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It wasn't just this post.
Big) Almond's crazy strength display, what was that lolol
Big) Today's archers' close-combat prowess appreciation
Big) Roman military organization felt firsthand

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