Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 777

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 247
81. Legends Never Die (3)
“Ahhhhh!”
The commentators let out a gasp.
“The second-phase rush is being blocked….”
ㅠㅠ (crying/sad emoticon)
-It’s strange that they keep getting caught
-Ah
-This is too hasty;
-Is using the first line like that really right?
Joseon was being pushed back in the engagement.
And even Almond’s shooting ability, which I had relied on, was beginning to fade.
“Moreover, Almond! Almond’s arrows are starting to miss one by one!?”
lol
-What
Stamina issues ㅠㅠ
-Wow
It wasn’t even that great a distance, yet the sight of his arrows missing shocked many fans.
“But then!?”
But then, Almond drew his sword.
“One swordsman taken down!? By Almond!? He just cut him down with his blade!?”
-Oh?
-Whoa
-???
Since it happened at such close range, it was difficult to immediately grasp what was happening.
But the next attack made it crystal clear.
Swoosh!
The next swordsman who approached also fell to his blade.
“No way! Almond! Fighting the swordsmen right now…!?”
It was astonishing.
Japan’s swordsmen were equipped with agility traits and brutal blade factions.
Moreover, the weapon they primarily trained with was the sword.
Meanwhile, Almond was fighting while wielding a sword as an archer.
“An archer! Taking down two swordsmen with a sword!!”
-This is insane;
The archer is hiding their swordsmanship ㄷㄷ
I’m dying laughing
-No matter what, he’s a legend even in the second line
“But… then!”
Of course, this unexpected performance was only the beginning.
Thud!
Someone approached from behind and drove a blade through him, and Almond fell.
“There were already so many swordsmen and barbarian soldiers within range!”
Japan’s tactic of using barbarian soldiers as bait to close the distance had proven devastatingly effective.
“Ah, yes… In fact, targeting those with swords so successfully ended up looking like a mistake!?”
“They completely countered Joseon’s combat style!”
That was true.
It was a deception that turned the Commander’s remarkably fast and precise targeting orders against us.
By eliminating those with swords first, we ended up killing only the barbarian soldiers instead, fighting in the worst possible position.

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Screams erupted from the audience.
“No! This can’t be!”
When Almond fell at the end, everyone sat in stunned silence with gaping mouths.
Even the drums ceased momentarily.
The Balloon Stars members collapsed into their seats so heavily they nearly buried their heads in the chairs ahead.
“Oh, what do we do….”
Only Miho remained standing, still unable to believe what she was seeing.
“Damn it! Even if I had been there!”
Balloon Gum voiced his regret.
“That’s not it! Gum!”
“No, if you were on Japan’s team! Japan’s team!”
The regret that if he had been on Japan’s team, the outcome might have been different.
Of course, the result would have been quite different then.
Taco nods in acknowledgment.
“That’s true. Anyway, it worked well at first. But the counters kept improving… and now it’s completely shut down.”
The strategy of striking at the 2 o’clock position was becoming increasingly ineffective.
“Even though we advanced to 2 o’clock so quickly… the map is diagonally stretched and long, so it was impossible.”
After winning the skirmish, Japan deployed a small force and established a position near a nearby lake.
“Japan is about to start fishing now… but I think Joseon is going to try to stop them again!?”
“Ah. But if they go in now, it’s really just walking into the shark’s mouth!”
The positioning looked less like fishing in the lake and more like pure bait to lure Joseon’s forces.
“In the end, the archers are going! But the front line is still completely wiped out!?”
“They seem like they’ll join as reinforcements later!”
Battle erupted once more.
“Ahhh…! Ringo! The formation’s magician! Lives up to his nickname with such brilliant tactics!”
Joseon was being pulled into the space Japan had chosen, the timing they had created.
“This is like Game 3! The battle formation is terrible!”
“Yes! Something about the battle structure keeps feeling wrong!?”
I’m crying / I’m so sad
-Ah
-It’s done for
-Looks like we’re finished??
-Gasp
“If the first fight was a failed rush! Then this one is a completely shattered rush!?”
“Their focus seems significantly diminished! Joseon! You need to pull yourselves together!”
It was a crushing defeat.
Japan sustained almost no casualties, cleanly eliminated Joseon as they were pulled toward the lake, and even the Assistant Commander fell.
“C-Coffee! If this continues…!”
Thwack!
A blade pierced straight through Coffee’s heart.
“Ahhh!”
“Can’t we use curve shots anymore!? We’re completely helpless in forest terrain!”
“Then we shouldn’t have come in here in the first place!”
“Players! You must persevere! You’re just exhausted! Just exhausted!”
The players were exhausted, but so were the spectators.
Maintaining explosive cheers throughout four consecutive matches wasn’t an easy feat to begin with.
The Korean spectator section’s drum sounds gradually diminished, and Miho slumped heavily into her seat.
Meanwhile─
“Wooooooooo! Japan!”
“Japan!”
Japan, who had been losing continuously but began gaining momentum toward the end, was in a different situation.
Compared to the despair felt in the early stages, physical exhaustion now was nothing.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Their roars shot forth like artillery fire, seemingly crushing the Korean spectator section.
“….”
The expressions of countless people in red clothing reflected on the massive screen.
Emptiness, despair, frustration, anxiety… all negativity was contained within.
Oh my god, I’m crying.
-Ah…
I’m crying / Sob sob sob / Waah waah waah
-Seriously
I should have known it would be like this.
In the end, ――
-What is this
The chat window, becoming increasingly aggressive, no longer hesitated to insult the players.
When it was 2 to 1, there was still some peace of mind, but if it becomes 2 to 2, that’s a different story.
-Just flowing according to Japan’s script wwww
-It’s impressive that a solo rank Lü Bu got us this far, honestly
-Almond seems to be in bad condition
-Ugh… just give up to Japan.
-Fake national team lol
These were all things we’d seen from teams that lost to Joseon before.
The very mockery that Korea, having won so many matches, had directed at Joseon.
Now that same ridicule was being turned upon them.
“These damn incompetent fools, just load and unload the cargo.”
What are you doing in front of the whole nation, seriously?
-Can’t watch anymore, I’m out
-Japan was just letting them win lol
-All that hype for nothing
Despair hung heavy over all those who cheered for Joseon.
“Ah…! Are we really being pushed back this far!?”
“This is truly dangerous!”
“The difference in troop strength is severe!”
The blue dots on the minimap began steadily pushing back the red ones.
“In the end…!”
Every spectator in the Japanese stadium leaped to their feet, roaring with jubilation.
Boom. Boom.
It wasn’t the sound of drums.
It was the vibration of the audience jumping.
Meanwhile, Korean spectators who had been standing could only collapse helplessly into their seats.
The gap between hunter and hunted was this vast.
The numbers on the scoreboard changed.
[Joseon: 2]
[Japan: 2]

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‘No, this can’t be happening….’
Sarang’s hand swept through empty air.
The command she’d tried to issue had gone wrong.
The next order twisted as well.
With such meticulous control, even a single mistake warped the entire formation severely.
Her playstyle meant that even the smallest error could snowball catastrophically.
That mistake grew like a rolling snowball, becoming an avalanche of destruction.
Joseon’s main base vanished in white light.
[DEFEAT]
With that word, her world faded to black.
Inside the capsule.
It was suffocatingly silent here.
Only the distant cheers from the opposing side filtered through faintly.
Her name was no longer being called.
Ding.
[Will you be exiting?]
A notification chimed as she remained inside for an extended period.
Unable to answer yet.
Crunch.
Her hand gripped her thigh tightly.
Her pale, parched lips trembled.
“Please….”
Let me move again.

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Screeeech…!
The capsule hissed open, and the players emerged one by one.
The Japanese players burst forth with cheers and embraced each other immediately.
But the faces of the Joseon players were utterly devoid of vitality.
They simply walked toward the waiting room in silence.
The only one walking alongside them was Chiseung, pushing Sarang’s wheelchair.
‘Was this burden really so heavy…?’
With each step Chiseung took, it felt like walking across the blade of a knife.
Sarang’s condition had visibly deteriorated, and the cheers from the crowd had noticeably diminished.
Compared to matches one and two, and even to match three which they’d lost just the same, the silence was nearly absolute.
Somehow, it felt as though the audience was cursing them with their eyes.
The air pressed down upon his entire body.
He just wanted to escape this place as quickly as possible.
“I’m sorry. Maybe for the next match, I could apologize to Japan and… you should go in instead, Chiseung.”
It was Sarang who spoke these words.
“What!?”
“You saw it… the doctor was right… I don’t think I can do this.”
Only then did Chiseung see her condition—far more pitiful than in match three. She looked as though she might collapse at any moment.
‘Did she cry…?’
Her eyes were swollen.
“But Ringo said he would do it.”
“Ah, no… but still…”
Chiseung was actually uncertain.
More than anything, he had seen a possibility.
Together with the think tank, he had found a strategy for match five.
But if Choi Sa-rang couldn’t see that possibility while only he could, it would be useless.
‘How do I explain this… what do I do…?’
How could he possibly help her see hope again?
What would Cookie have done in a situation like this?
Just then, a spectator above the waiting room leaned against the railing and shouted something.
“…?”
Chiseung recognized that he was holding something, but didn’t know what.
By the time he realized, it was already too late.
‘A… a gun?’
He was holding a gun.
The plastic firearm incident from before flashed through Chiseung’s mind.
Bang!
Something fired.
‘Insane…!’
You know how it sometimes happens—overly passionate fans resorting to violence against players they blame for losses.
Chiseung was far too late to react.
But then—
Thwack!
Someone’s forearm snatched the projectile right out of the air.
“Ah, Almond! Are you okay!? That wasn’t a bullet, was it!?”
“It couldn’t be a bullet.”
It was Sanghyeon.
He’d rushed from behind and caught it.
From what he’d caught, it thankfully wasn’t a gun.
“But what is this? That person…”
He muttered as he examined what he’d caught. It looked like a toy arrow.
“A toy?”
“…?”
The kind children play with that stick to whatever they’re shot at.
“There’s something on it.”
Moreover, a note was tied to it.
Sanghyeon unfolded the note and paused for a moment.
‘….’
Then he held it out to Sarang.
“It was meant for you.”
Sanghyeon offered the note, but Sarang didn’t react at all.
As if nailed in place, she stared in one direction.
At the man who’d just shot at her.
‘Cosmic…?’
Cosmic.
ADC, Cosmic.
One of the legendary players from the CK team alongside her. Their ending wasn’t good, but many fans remembered him fondly.
Sarang didn’t harbor only bad memories of him either.
There was always a moment that came to mind when she saw Cosmic.
「Did you hear this year’s Worlds slogan?」
A time when she’d failed to even qualify for Worlds two years in a row.
That’s when he’d come up and said this.
Ril releases a slogan each time they host Worlds.
Before it was “Take It,” and another time it was “Rising Star.”
She hadn’t participated in either of those tournaments, so there was no reason she’d care about this year’s slogan.
「No.」
To her response, Cosmic handed her a piece of paper he’d written himself.
「It’s this one this year.」
The slogan Cosmic showed her.
That very message was written on the note now held in Sanghyeon’s hand.
Legends Never Die
Legends never die.
Sarang found herself paralyzed, unable to move at the sight of those words.
「Doesn’t it feel like it’s directed at you?」
The words Woo-ju had spoken back then pierced through her ears like a phantom echo.
And then, once more.
“I think this message is meant for you. Isn’t it?”
Sanghyeon waved the paper before her eyes.
As Sarang slowly lifted her gaze, the image from that moment overlapped perfectly with what she saw now.

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[International Championship – Quarterfinals]
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[Joseon: 2]
[Japan: 2]

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