Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 671

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 141
47. Matchups (1)
A chartered bus provided by the game company arrived in front of the hotel.
Players wearing uniforms from various countries began boarding in droves.
Without anyone managing the process, nationalities got thoroughly mixed up.
I didn’t think this was a mistake on the organizers’ part.
Given that they’d recommended everyone download a translation app in yesterday’s announcement, the organizers must have anticipated this situation.
So even though I boarded a bus where everyone except Pangeo and a few Korean players were foreigners, I wasn’t particularly flustered.
“Ah, the lady’s here. Sit here.”
Pangeo even showed the courtesy of giving up his seat the moment Jessi arrived.
“Wow, thanks~”
That’s right. Jessi had managed to board the Korean bus again.
“Seeing you again?”
Pfft.
Pangeo laughed openly from behind, but Jessi paid no mind and smiled as if it were mere coincidence.
“I’m lucky, I guess.”
“We’ll see how lucky you really are once we check today’s matchup bracket.”
Someone from the opposite seat spoke to me. I couldn’t tell from the voice alone.
It was probably mixed with the translator’s synthetic voice.
But I could recognize him immediately by his face.
When our eyes met, he nodded slightly.
“I never would have thought you two would be close.”
His long, wavy hair evoked images of mythological beings, and his green eyes shone so brightly it was difficult to meet his gaze.
He was Pierre.
One of Rome’s players.
Or rather, calling him just one of the players would understate his presence—he was Rome’s ace.
Seeing him in person, his physique seemed slightly larger. Or had he been training in the meantime?
‘What’s with this guy.’
I glanced down at my own body and wondered if I should change my diet.
Jessi said something, apparently knowing who he was.
“Lucifer’s entrance into the bus of demons?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“It’s a famous line from a Korean drama.”
I was taken aback.
How did Jessi know about a drama that aired when I was just a kid?
“…Was the meaning of that line mistranslated? The Korean drama I watched wasn’t like that.”
“What one did you watch?”
We suddenly started bickering over a strange topic.
“What? A masterpiece where the youngest son gets hit by a truck in his dreams?”
“And you think you could marry a chaebol heir?”
“What can’t I do?!”
Meanwhile, Sanghyeon’s mind was elsewhere entirely.
‘Should’ve turned on the stream.’
Marinated in streaming down to his bones, he found himself calculating how many views he’d have gotten if he’d recorded two foreigners debating Korean dramas like this.
But the conversation had already ended before he could turn the stream on.
“Ha… Fine. It wasn’t meant for you anyway.
Pierre wasn’t the type to enjoy Korean dramas in the first place. He’d only brought it up to have something to talk about with Sanghyeon.
What he was actually interested in was Sanghyeon.
“That was fun. Last game. You remember me, right?”
He extended his hand to Sanghyeon in greeting.
“Yeah.”
When Sanghyeon shook his hand, Pierre continued.
“I actually looked into you a bit.”
“Huh?”
That caught Sanghyeon off guard.
Pierre was a veteran player and championship contender, while Sanghyeon had just debuted as a rookie.
‘Besides, I won’t even meet him unless Joseon makes it to the finals.’
From Pierre’s perspective, Sanghyeon wasn’t a player worth investigating.
Sanghyeon himself believed Joseon’s goal was to win the championship, but realistically, he knew no one actually thought that way.
So why would Pierre bother looking into him?
It was bewildering.
“You’re from an archery background, right?”
Whoosh.
Pierre mimicked drawing a bow with his hand.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“That’s cool.”
Jessi, sitting nearby, was suddenly taken aback.
“Wait, you’re from an archery background?!”
“…?”
Jessi apparently hadn’t known.
Pierre smirked mockingly at her.
“You didn’t know that? And you’re sitting right next to him.”
Jessi shrugged it off casually.
“True love doesn’t need to know the past~”
“Love?”
A sudden silence fell over them.
“…No. Translation error. Translation error.”
Jessi rolled her eyes and unnecessarily fanned herself.
“Haha. It’s hot.”
Sanghyeon decided he’d made the right call not turning on the stream.

* * *
Screeeech.
The bus came to a halt in front of a massive stadium.
As the players disembarked in sequence, I naturally parted ways with Pierre and Jessi.
Pierre had his awkward moments, but once we started talking, he wasn’t such a bad guy. Then again, that’s true of most people.
“You probably don’t know much since this is your first main tournament, but there’s a dinner party later. Let’s talk more then.”
“I know there’s a dinner party.”
“I’ll teach you what teamwork really means.”
Wink.
Pierre disappeared with a playful eye gesture.
It seemed like his attempt at humor, but by my standards, he was still an awkward guy.
Jessi, who’d been listening beside me, launched into some rather colorful criticism of Pierre’s teamwork.
“….”
I decided it was probably a translation error and pretended not to hear it.
“See you later~”
Jessi left with a simple goodbye, heading toward her own team’s section.
From here on, each country’s team had to stick together and enter separately.
I looked around for the Korean team’s location.
“Over here! Korea~!”
They weren’t far away. Everyone gathered there wore white uniforms, and the word ‘KOREA’ emblazoned on their backs immediately caught my eye.
Thump—
I tried to calm my racing heart and walked quickly toward them.
Cookie and the Think Tank team, along with several familiar players.
About forty people in total had gathered.
“So… is everyone here?”
This was the full contingent for the first wave of arrivals.
“Our numbers are a bit small, aren’t they?”
Hee-cheol laughed awkwardly, looking slightly embarrassed.
He was right—Korea’s first wave was significantly smaller compared to other countries.
It was simply because players in countries without active professional leagues had less schedule flexibility.
“Shall we head in?”
The moment Hee-cheol took the lead, Chiseung suddenly raised his hand.
“Um… is everyone here? That person isn’t coming today?”
That person?
Almond and the other players exchanged confused glances.
There was clearly something only the leadership knew about.
“Ah. His schedule’s different. He’ll be late. It’s probably… a bit inconvenient, so Baram will bring him this evening.”
“Ah. I see.”
With the mystery resolved, the Korean team headed into the stadium.

* * *
When I heard that Civil Empire was quite popular overseas as a game.
I honestly hadn’t fully grasped it.
No, there was no way I could have.
“!”
How could I understand without witnessing this spectacle firsthand?
“…Wow.”
201 capsules per faction.
Viewing stands capable of accommodating tens of thousands.
A colossal holographic screen that made the field appear as though it existed within the game itself.
A landscape that seemed to gather the very essence of modern technology unfolded before my eyes.
How could I possibly feel the grandeur of Civil M any better than this?
I’m certain I could never have understood it by playing only in Korea.
“…Incredible.”
“Wow.”
“Oh, amazing.”
The Think Tank members, all experiencing the main tournament for the first time, clicked their tongues and glanced around nervously.
“Hey. Hey. Don’t look around so much. Hm? It makes us look inexperienced.”
Pangeo tapped them and scolded them, though the irony was that he himself was looking around more eagerly than anyone else.
Moreover, Hee-cheol, who had already attended the main tournament once before, slowly turned to survey the surroundings.
I thought his observation seemed to carry a different meaning than the others’, I reflected.
After examining everything for a while, Hee-cheol smiled mysteriously and pointed somewhere.
“There. That’s it.”
It was the Korean team’s seating area.
The entire Korean team went to that location and sat down, looking up at the massive holographic screen.
After waiting briefly, the Host appeared and greeted us.
“Well! Thank you for your patience!”
Uuuuuung…!
He began to grow enormous through the hologram.
“Representatives of each nation! Wandering mercenaries! Today, finally! We will conduct the main tournament bracket draw!”
Following that, the flags of 32 nations appeared on the holographic screen.
“Ooooh….”
Sounds of admiration echoed from the surroundings.
It was because of the field rendered in hologram.
“Wow. It really looks like there are actual players on the field?”
“It’s live technology created to compete with AllDive’s technical capabilities.”
Beneath the flags floating above the field stood the total Commander character of each nation.
Players like Anto of Rome and Cookie of Joseon, whose faces I recognized, appeared clear enough to make out their features.
As if they were truly standing there.
“…At this point, it’s worth buying tickets offline.”
“Right. Thank goodness. There was so much talk when the All-Dive system came out. People saying online was more fun.”
As the murmuring crowd’s voices died down, the Host resumed the proceedings.
“Alright! The matchup draw is simple! It’s a ladder game!”
At those words, all 32 Commander characters simultaneously drew their swords with a flourish.
Shing!
“Look at Cookie drawing his sword.”
“Pfft.”
The Think Tank members chattered at the sight of Cookie wielding his blade.
“Damn. The Japanese really nail this kind of thing.”
Pangeo marveled while munching on some snacks he’d bought at some point.
“Right?”
Sanghyeon nodded while stealing some snacks himself.
Having characters climb a ladder felt distinctly Japanese in style, and it was entertaining.
“But! All characters start the ladder game simultaneously! When the Commanders from each nation clash with swords and shields, if they cut down their opponent, they advance! If they lose, they go back!”
Wooooow.
Cheers erupted from the spectator seats.
I’d suspected as much from when the characters first drew their swords, but they’re actually doing this.
“Ah! Of course, this is purely luck! Please don’t blame the Commanders for this!”
Hahahaha.
After a burst of raucous laughter swept through the spectator seats.
“Go!”
At the Host’s signal, the game began.
“Start!”
Numerous Commander characters began sprinting out frantically.
Fortunately—assuming actual combat power wasn’t applied—since Anto was positioned farthest away, Joseon felt somewhat reassured.
“Hahahaha! Look at Cookie running. It’s exactly the same!?”
“Wait, did you give him your body data?”
“…I never expected it to be used like this.”
Puhahahaha!
The players were too busy laughing at Cookie’s running form. It seemed the same for other nations.
After all, it was rare to see a Commander running with such desperation.
“Aah! The first battle is happening!”
Two Commanders meeting as they climbed the ladder.
Persia and Denmark.
Jessi and several Danish players jumped to their feet.
Whether they won or lost, it was ultimately luck anyway, but people naturally found themselves cheering.
“Win it!”
“Kill them!”
Clang! Clang!
With somewhat artificial sword-clashing sound effects, the battle between the Danish Commander and the Persian Commander began.
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
Fights erupted in rapid succession across the arena.
The Joseon Commander’s opponent was Cookie, and their foe was….
“!”
The Japanese Commander.
A long Japanese katana clashed against a Joseon hwando.
“Wow. Of all things.”
“Seriously, how does something this trivial get people on their feet!?”
Even as Pangeo grumbled, he shot up from his seat and cheered at the top of his lungs.
The other members excitedly jumped up to cheer as well. Sanghyeon rose from his seat too.
Clang! Claaaang!
After a brief artificial sound effect burst forth.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”
A thunderous roar erupted from the Joseon side.
Cookie had defeated the Japanese Commander and driven him back.
“The Korean-Japanese War has to be won!”
Pangeo flailed his arms about in excitement.
Anyone watching would think they’d actually won something real.
“Huff… Gasp… Man. Why am I getting so pumped up?”
“Right?”
The Players, having exhausted themselves cheering for the Korean-Japanese War(?), couldn’t muster much enthusiasm for the subsequent battles.
As a result, Cookie withdrew from the ladder and returned to his position.
After several more battles, the supreme commanders gradually began taking their places.
“And so! The clash of supreme commanders! Has concluded!”
Soon, Joseon’s first opponent was announced.
The eyes of Jessi and Almond in the spectator section met.
[Joseon vs Viking]
Their opponent was the Viking.

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