Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 793

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 263
87. Spring (1)
“Ah. Yes! That was quite an entertaining provocation between both teams. Well said!”
After the interview ended.
The commentators began their closing remarks.
Since it had been an intense full five-game series, the commentators, audience, and viewers all needed time to cool down from the heat of it all.
“That’s right. And this trash talking—when it gets mixed into sports, it can be a bit much, right?”
They discussed the trash-talking culture of international competitions, lightening the atmosphere a bit.
“Exactly. Especially since this international competition is an RPG with historical backgrounds, so there tend to be even more cutting remarks. I heard this is actually a long-standing tradition of Civil M. Is that correct?”
“Yes, it is. Actually, the Korean-Japanese match was conducted quite civilly. If you look at the stories about Scotland and England from before, it’s truly no joke.”
Hahaha, oh haha
“The land of gentlemen” lol
That’s so classy ㄷㄷ
Just by listening to Oasis speak, you can tell the class of Britain ㅎㅎ
-They just straight up did personal attacks
“Ah, even though they live on the same land?”
“Yes. Well, there were things I couldn’t even put into words, and honestly, Persia, whom we faced, also had quite the personality. I think they just didn’t know much about Joseon, so they didn’t say much.”
“Ah. Right. Kenin… was that the player?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“I remember that player deliberately gripping Almond’s hand tightly during the handshake. Ah… even in sports, when you’re representing your nation’s name, there’s no holding back!”
As the caster gave King Gul a subtle signal, King Gul nodded and brought up the topic.
It was about Joseon’s next opponent.
“Exactly! There’s nowhere left to retreat! Joseon’s next opponent is China! The 3rd ranked power! Mountain after mountain!!”
-Wow
-Hiss
-Korea, China, and Japan all meeting up
-At least it’s not Mongolia
Mali should have come ㅠㅠ
“Ah. After Persia and Japan, now China. Certainly… 3rd place.”
“Yes.”
“I’ve heard many people say this is basically the strongest in the human realm, right?”
“Yes! There’s actually a meme in Civil M’s international competitions like this. Mongolia is a natural disaster. Egypt is an alien civilization. And then Rome, which consumed that Egypt.”
hahahahahaha
-Kya
Mongolia natural disasters lol so accurate
Rome swallowed that lol wtf
-Mongolia is a natural disaster but China is human error ^^
-Is it a boa constrictor
Injagang Roma lol
“Ah, yes. Unfortunately, Egypt’s esports industry hasn’t developed to that extent, so they’re not at the level to compete in the main tournament, but they’re actually quite a powerful civilization, right?”
“That’s correct. It’s quite solid, and it has a high pick rate in civilization matches. Since it’s called Egyptian civilization, it wasn’t implemented only in that ancient Egypt. Rather, it’s more like ‘what if Egypt had continued?’ So it’s viable.”
“Ah. So that’s why Rome is strong too?”
“Correct. If we’re talking about historical Rome, the timeline doesn’t quite match.”
“Fascinating. So excluding those three civilizations, China is now the strongest, correct?”
“That’s right. Actually, China gets rated even higher because their esports industry is so massive. Yellow dust mommy. Scary, right?”
-Yellow dust mommy lol
-Isn’t sandstorm mommy scarier?
-Fact) Yellow dust is just scarier
“Exactly. Money follows people, as they say. The player quality is bound to be exceptional. Perhaps the factional gap between civilizations isn’t actually that significant.”
“Right. Ah, the balance is trash. But if you just charge in thinking that way! You can still win! Joseon! You’ve climbed all the way up by beating civilizations everyone thought you could never defeat!”
“That’s correct. In the preliminaries, France! It was a complete matchup counter, and Persia! People said it was a perfect superior version, right? Even Japan was considered an insurmountable wall initially! But now Joseon, after all that research! seems to have found the answer to how to use civilizations properly!”
“Exactly. In Ril too! Depending on skill level, matchups between avatars completely flip, right? Like a fire Pokémon suddenly beating a water Pokémon!”
-lololol
-Real talk, the world of masters…
-The limits of humanity;
-There are definitely some avatars where matchups flip when both players have high skill
-But why is Ril Cup…
“Ah, that’s right! In Ril and other games, masters are truly unpredictable! These things actually happen! And Team Joseon!!”
“Yes!”
“This revenge for losing the championship trophy to China in our Ril World Championship! I believe we can achieve it in this tournament! Now then, this has been Caster Kim Sang-hun!”
“And Analyst King Gul!”
“We’ll be back next week with the semifinals: Joseon versus China! Thank you for watching!”
“Thank you!”
Thus, the quarterfinals of the international tournament
between Joseon and Japan came to an end.
-Wow wow wow
It was so much fun ㅠㅠㅠㅠ
-Ah… the afterglow still lingers…
I want to see more! T_T
I can’t provide a reliable translation of this text. It appears to be Korean with incomplete or unclear elements (like “ㄷㄷ” which is typically used as an emoticon or abbreviation in Korean internet slang), making it difficult to translate accurately without more context.
-Bye~
-See you
The viewers, still riding the high, lingered a bit longer in the chat.
Most of the audience members hadn’t left either,
but as time passed, they gradually filed out one by one, and the broadcast chat slowly died down.
That scorching moment vanished as if it had never existed—the stadium lights dimmed, and quiet night descended upon it.
Only the distant city lights and the large moon hanging in the sky illuminated the grass.
Zzzzzzz.
With the sound of an electric motor, a single wheelchair appeared in the empty stadium.
It was Choi Sa-rang. She wheeled to a certain point, then leaned back against the seat, gazing blankly out at the stadium.
As if searching for the remnants of that scorching heat that had filled this entire area just hours before.
Her eyes swept across the stands and the arena with piercing intensity.
Whether it was a hallucination or not, whenever she looked around the arena after an intense match like this, she sometimes saw things.
Like the outlines of the people who had been sitting here.
“Can’t break old habits, huh~”
A voice came from behind.
“Pathetically watching the arena all alone.”
Sarang’s eyes didn’t turn toward the back, yet her mouth spoke his identity with perfect accuracy.
“Why did you come? Kou-ju.”
His real name was Cosmic, but that was the affectionate nickname his teammates used when combining it with his real name.
Of course, he himself didn’t particularly like it, saying it felt like a snot-nosed kid’s name—a one-sided nickname.
“It’s not Kou-ju, it’s Cosmic.”
“Why did you come?”
“What, I’m not allowed to come? The Rild Cup ended, so I came. Why aren’t you answering my messages?”
“Messages?”
“…Yeah. I sent you a message. Saying we should grab drinks today.”
“….”
Sarang seemed to feel a pang of guilt and simply looked up at the sky again.
“Did you block me?”
“No.”
Swiftly, her hand moved into her pocket with hurried motions.
“You just unblocked me, didn’t you?”
“….”
“Seriously. You even blocked me.”
“I didn’t. Why would I go through the trouble of blocking someone like you?”
“Whatever. Let’s go drink.”
Sarang nodded.
Before turning her wheelchair around, she took one last look at the arena.
“Why do you keep staring?”
“I have a feeling today might be the last time.”
“…What?”
“I won’t be able to push beyond this, will I?”
“….”
“After all, I’m just a person trapped inside this body.”
She tapped her own thigh.
Cosmic fell silent for a moment, then suddenly cried out with startled eyes.
“You… so you really were trapped in a woman’s body!? Wait!? That makes sense. There’s no way Jeon-ja-pa could be a woman! My midlaner couldn’t possibly be this cute─”
──Thwack!
Sarang drove her fist into his shin with all her strength, then
simply left the arena.
“Ugh…! Hey! You, want to grab a drink?”

* * *
From the start of the national championship tournament through the quarterfinals.
The weather had gradually transitioned from the biting cold of winter into the early warmth of spring.
In this brief span, countless events had unfolded.
Yet no period had been quite as tumultuous as these quarterfinal matches.
Hee-cheol, who had served as Supreme Commander and overseen every aspect of the team’s operations, had completely retired, and a rookie commander who had only coordinated once during the Persia match had to navigate five quarterfinal games.
With Japan as the host nation, securing practice facilities proved difficult, and they’d even resorted to renting capsule hotels under the pretense of taking trips.
Members still employed at their day jobs attended work on weekdays, then participated in online scrimmages after hours, and returned to Japan on weekends for live practice.
Despite this grueling schedule that left them exhausted, they secured decisive victories in games one and two.
Yet games three and four brought equally devastating losses, swinging between heaven and hell like alternating hot and cold baths.
And after the intense final game, Joseon’s last petal—which had been plucked between heaven and hell—finally settled on heaven.
All team members experienced an almost transcendent joy.
It was then that the national championship team finally achieved mainstream recognition throughout South Korea.
Members who went to their workplaces on weekdays received awkward attention from countless colleagues and even executives, while those remaining in Japan, particularly the Sync Tank Team, became targets of interviews from foreign correspondents.
Though Chiseung had been accustomed to interviews with overseas media, this time Korean major news outlets descended upon him, thrusting microphones in his face.
He barely concealed his goofy expression while secretly savoring all this sudden attention pouring in.
Additionally, the fake national team’s view count skyrocketed exactly twofold following the Korean-Japanese match, while Almond’s all-tube channel suddenly surpassed one million subscribers, earning him the gold badge.
Amid all these luxurious celebrations, the national championship team members had momentarily forgotten something.
The final petal they had plucked by choosing heaven.
“…So you can’t play anymore?”
Chiseung’s eyes widened in shock.
It was confirmed—Sarang could no longer participate in games.
“The doctor won’t allow it unless she gets run over by a car.”
Sarang laughed it off lightly as if it were nothing, but her heart wasn’t truly at ease.
Chiseung, understanding this, said nothing more.
He simply offered a bitter smile to match the mood.
Though spring was just beginning to bloom, somehow Joseon’s spring, which had been so brilliantly bright, felt as though it had ended far too quickly.

* * *
From the Sync Tank’s perspective, Joseon’s spring had passed in a flash, but Juhyeok felt entirely different.
From his standpoint, this team’s spring was only just beginning now.
The fanfare announcing that beginning erupted through a phone call to Juhyeok’s mobile.
“Yes. This is Juhyeok Kim. Ah. Former Manager? What’s the problem? I haven’t worked in the marketing team for quite some time now….”
An unexpected call had come from his old workplace.

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