Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 720

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 190
63. The Mongolian Steppe (1)
About ten minutes earlier.
Right after the first match.
Hisssss….
As the capsule opened, Hee-cheol headed straight to the bench without any ceremony or words of encouragement.
He walked with a forced neutral expression, gritting his teeth.
‘…In the end.’
He could feel it.
The warning signs of an impending seizure.
He thought that during a match, something like this might happen once or twice.
His physical condition wasn’t great last year either, but this year had been the worst.
It was ironic.
His body was in its worst state, yet the team was at its peak.
Not only the newly recruited Almond, but all the existing members were performing at their absolute best.
Whether it was due to Almond’s influence or if God himself had blessed this year with a miracle, he couldn’t say.
What he knew was that he wouldn’t have many more chances like this.
“Haa….”
Cold sweat soaked through his back.
It wasn’t from the game itself, but simply from walking across the arena.
“Waaaaaaa…!”
“Cookie! Cookie! Cookie!”
As he approached the spectator area, the crowd erupted in cheers.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
The thunderous sound of drums and countless cheering instruments brushed past his ears.
‘That’s right.’
He looked up and smiled.
‘We’re almost there.’
All these spectators came to watch the international match.
Two years ago, last year—this would have been unimaginable.
And those cheering items they’re holding.
Merchandise sold by the Monster brand.
All of those become sponsorship revenue for the players.
Now the foundation was laid to move to a professional team.
Hee-cheol felt truly grateful.
Even if he couldn’t reach the summit, he felt as though he’d seen the mountainside.
“Haah… huff….”
That alone was enough.
The air at the mountainside was clean and refreshing enough.
From here, gazing at the peak, it shimmered into view.
My juniors climbing up and planting the flag.
Mentioning my name, tears streaming down their faces.
Just that alone made me feel as though I’d already reached the summit.
No human can achieve everything they desire in a single lifetime.
So the next generation carries on, and if not then, the generation after that….
This is how humanity built the civilization we see today.
Don’t you feel it when you play Civil Empire?
How magnificently mankind has progressed.
None of this would have happened if they hadn’t passed their dreams down to future generations.
Some people close their eyes forever without ever seeing the buildings they spent their entire lives constructing finally completed.
Yet they pass the blueprints of those buildings to their descendants, teach them the methods, and then close their eyes.
That’s how humanity was made.
I’m grateful to be participating in even the smallest part of that process.
‘Time is truly terrifying.’
When I first entered this tournament, I never imagined I’d be thinking thoughts like these.
That I’d be so carefully building things for future generations to enjoy.
Perhaps this is what parents feel? They build assets for their children that they themselves will never fully enjoy or even witness.
I don’t yet understand that kind of heart.
How could I, without children of my own?
‘Children would be… a luxury for me.’
Arriving at the bench, I thought of my girlfriend, and then lost consciousness.
“C-Cookie sir!?”
“Hee-cheol hyung!!!”

* * *
Their expressions were complex and subtle.
Yet the atmosphere of the Sync Tank team could be summarized in a single phrase.
What had to come, had come.
“I see. So Hee-cheol hyung….”
Chiseung lowered his head and murmured.
Being human, he felt discouraged and anxious.
But the human Chiseung Kim was not here.
As long as he was active on this team, he was the Sync Tank’s leader.
In essence, he was the one who most strongly inherited Hee-cheol’s will.
“Then let’s go with the manual we discussed back then.”
“…Yes.”
The other Sync Tank members nodded as well.
This was a contingency plan they had prepared for such a moment.
There was no option not to use it.
“Am I… really going in?”
Sarang asked once more, as if seeking confirmation.
“I know you must be nervous. But there’s no helping it.”
“I never thought it would actually come to this….”
…”
When she had heard the situation from Hee-cheol.
He had simply said she was backup personnel in case of unexpected injuries.
In truth, she was here not as a substitute player, but more as someone participating with the Sync Tank team.
Or perhaps as the opposing commander in scrimmages?
But for her to actually go in this quickly.
‘Why me?’
Sarang couldn’t help but ask herself this question while being part of the Sync Tank team.
Wouldn’t Chiseung, who was right here, be able to play most similarly to Hee-cheol?
She couldn’t understand why they had chosen her, or what they had sensed.
And she couldn’t very well ask about it here.
Surely Chiseung himself believed it would be better if he went in.
“I’ll go.”
There was nothing to do but say she would.
The match would start within two minutes.
“As for the briefing… I trust there’s no need.”
Chiseung grasped the handles of Sarang’s wheelchair with a reassuring smile.

* * *
“Waaaaaaaahhhhh!!”
The moment I stepped out of the waiting room and headed toward the field, the roar of the crowd struck my ears with overwhelming force.
“…!”
The stadium reflected in Sarang’s constricted black pupils seemed impossibly vast.
Just like that place where she had fought in the final championship.
Her hands began to tremble.
How long had it been?
After she left the team, it disbanded, and she gradually faded from people’s memories.
It was regrettable, but it had to be that way.
I thought that was the right choice.
A pro who disappeared without properly explaining the circumstances certainly should have done so.
But reality was different.
Rather, because she vanished that way, she was never forgotten.
-When is Jeon-ja-pa coming back?
-When Jeon-ja-pa returns, she’ll crush everyone lol
-If Jeon-ja-pa comes back, CK will be resurrected too
Damn it, I’m going to hold on ㅠㅠㅠ
-Where the hell did she go???
-I heard she streamed recently, is that bullshit?
.
.
.
Countless people searched for her. No—they were still searching.
Even now, three years later, they mentioned her and compared her to other professional gamers, still praising her as the greatest.
Even though that wasn’t true.
Even though if she returned now, she wouldn’t be resurrected—she’d only tarnish her legacy.
People didn’t care.
[Jeon-ja-pa, we won’t ask questions. Just come back.]
[Without Jeon-ja-pa, we lost three straight to China. Is this even a country?]
[Korea isn’t strong—CK was strong.]
Jeon-ja-pa had clearly disappeared.
Yet in their world, they spoke as if she were still active.
They were searching for something that no longer existed.
No matter how hard they looked, they would never find it.
Because….
‘I’m right here.’
She clenched her teeth, suppressing the emotions welling up inside.
She had come to a completely different stage—not the one they had waited for so desperately.
“We have some news from the Joseon side.”
“This time, it’s not Cookie, but a new Commander taking the starting position.”
“Yes. While we call them a starter, this match is essentially one continuous game, isn’t it?”
“Ah, yes. That’s correct. There are no substitutions in this format.”
As the commentators made their introduction, the scoreboard lit up.
[COOKIE OUT]
[DAISUNSIN CHOI IN]
The crowd murmured.
The cheers quickly transformed into confused noise.
After all, no one in the audience could have anticipated such a development.
While the players were flustered, Sarang actually exhaled the breath she’d been holding and felt relieved.
“Phew….”
She had found the cheers harder to endure.
Ding.
On the scoreboard, she appeared heading toward the capsule.
A woman in a wheelchair.
No one could have predicted this either.
Even the commentators offered no further explanation.
“Now, Joseon’s Supreme Commander. Daisunsin Choi.”
Whether she was an uncommon female Supreme Commander, or in a wheelchair, or even a celebrity who had dominated some previous game.
None of that mattered here now.
She knew it better than anyone.
Daisunsin Choi.
This name alone was all she could present.
A Joseon Commander who had never competed in a tournament, only showing promise in solo rank for one season—that was Daisunsin Choi as of now.
“Yes. And beside her is Kim Chi Warrior, Chiseung Kim, who has come out to provide temporary assistance, correct? He’s the leader of Sync Tank.”
Waaaaaaaa.
As Chiseung waved his hand, the audience cheered.
He was already quite well-known, having appeared on the fake national team and as an analyst on Almond’s channel.
So naturally, such comments emerged from the stands.
“But why that woman instead of Chiseung?”
“Wasn’t Chiseung supposed to be the second Commander??”
“What was Cookie thinking?”
“It’s not Cookie’s decision, it’s Chiseung’s judgment. Sync Tank is basically like a coaching staff….”
“That’s different, man.”
It wasn’t just in the stands.
-Wait, they’re doing this suddenly in such an important match??
-Is this real?
-What’s going on?
-Getting cocky after winning one round?
-Wheelchair lol
—Uneasy.
The chat window was filled with concerns about the new Commander.
True, Joseon’s victories had been aided by Almond’s and other Soldiers’ spectacular plays.
But the brilliant strategies Cookie had crafted were what mattered most.
Anyone with even a passing knowledge of the game could feel that.
Cookie was indispensable to the Joseon team.
“Well, King Gul. It seems we need some explanation about the new Commander first?”
“Ah, yes. First, the ID ‘Daisunsin Choi.’ Those who enjoyed Civil M civilization matches would likely remember this one….”
Hisssss.
The capsule opened.
Sarang stepped inside with assistance.
Then, she handed the USB to the referee waiting outside.
The referee checked it briefly, then nodded.
Sarang inserted the USB into the capsule and closed the lid.
[Optimizing user settings….]
She closed her eyes quietly.
‘I never thought I’d actually do this.’
It was sudden.
Even during my professional days, this had never happened.
Going straight into a tournament without preparation was not a common occurrence.
‘Let me organize my thoughts.’
I cleared my mind and decided to focus on the current victory first.
‘The fast archer rush worked perfectly.’
I recalled the first match.
The build I had recommended proved to be exactly effective.
If things went according to my calculations, they would likely be unable to stop it in the second match either.
Even if they did, there was no reason not to try once more.
This was basic psychological warfare used in multi-match formats.
[Civil Empire]
The game started.
Whoosh.
With a sensation of levitation, I was instantly pulled toward a vast plain.
As my vision gradually rose and shifted to the Commander’s perspective.
I could see the map’s layout.
[Mongolian Grasslands]
A vast plain consisting mostly of flat terrain.

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