Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 838

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 308
100. Defense Tower Conquest (1)
During the fake national team’s first filming.
The production team asked Hee-cheol about the team’s objective.
“Our goal is to win the championship.”
He spoke with such confidence, but the practical goal for this year was actually to advance to the main tournament.
The championship he mentioned in the interview wasn’t limited to this year’s goal.
Whether it took until next year or even the year after—he aspired to build a solid foundation for the league and eventually create a team that would race toward championship glory.
Perhaps that’s why.
After Joseon advanced to the main tournament, Hee-cheol, who rarely showed his emotions, shed tears.
He had achieved his goal.
This was both a sweet reward and a crisis.
With the goal achieved, his hunger could fade away.
Hee-cheol needed to establish a new vision.
‘This year’s goal is… to go as far as we can.’
He decided not to look too far ahead.
He poured all his effort into defeating the enemies right before his eyes.
‘Perhaps the championship.’
He even dared to dream of winning it all. But the cold realist within Hee-cheol realistically expected only the quarterfinals.
From the quarterfinals onward, it’s a best-of series. That’s where the limitations of a weak team become apparent. The second line is weak and the roster is thin. We’re clearly at a physical disadvantage.
‘Damn it.’
As expected, Hee-cheol couldn’t participate in the quarterfinals and ended up lying in a hospital bed.
‘So it is what it is.’
Hee-cheol fell into despair.
‘So this is where it ends. Now I’ll look to next year…’
He let go of his hopes for this year and looked toward next year. No matter how talented Daisunsin Choi was, it all came down to him taking the baton in the Round of 16 and winning. That was it.
Japan in the quarterfinals wouldn’t be easy.
Choi Sun-sin was ultimately a choice for next year anyway. He steeled himself with that thought. But then—
[Joseon! Joseon!! defeated Japan 3 to 2!!!]
[Advancing to the semifinals! Advancing to the semifinals!!!!!!!]
Hee-cheol’s eyes widened in shock.
‘What…?’
A miracle.
Daisunsin Choi and his teammates, whom he had selected as a contingency and for next year’s sake, had wrought a miracle.
He couldn’t believe it.
Everything was a miracle.
The players adapted well to the suddenly changed commander, and Choi Sa-rang, despite having zero actual combat experience, navigated situations as skillfully as a seasoned professional.
‘How on earth?’
She even took up a sword herself and fought, buying precious additional minutes—and that single action became the decisive blow that secured advancement to the semifinals.
Almond had created exactly the time needed to land his desperate, final strike.
‘Almond won’t be able to handle three sets or more, will he?’
Almond’s aim had wavered even in the third set. In the fourth set, he couldn’t land shots as well as a regular archer, and by the fifth set, his aim was nearly abysmal. He’d had to switch his weapon to a sword entirely.
Yet in the fifth set’s final moment—when all four hundred players were barely clinging to their concentration—he landed the single most crucial shot.
‘He made that shot.’
With his crosshair trembling in all directions, he struck down the fleeing enemy commander.
A miraculous clutch play.
Game-reversing plays erupted one after another.
The commander’s swordsmanship, Almond’s final arrow like a flash of enlightenment, Pangeo and Maratang’s relentless survival.
The Japan match was truly the culmination of every miracle.
Hee-cheol rose from his bed, which had been slowly dimming.
He stared at his own two hands.
‘Even with those trembling hands….’
Hadn’t he witnessed it with his own eyes?
Almond, the human Sang-hyun Yu, hadn’t given up on that final, most crucial shot even with those trembling hands.
Hee-cheol looked down at his own perfectly healthy arms.
And he remembered.
「Our goal is the championship.」
Sanghyeon’s answer to the question posed in the first episode of Fake National Team.
He’d thought it was answered with mere bravado.
‘It was sincere.’
Only then did Hee-cheol fully understand.
Sanghyeon genuinely sought this year’s championship.
Even Hee-cheol, who had devoted himself to this game over this long period, had regarded that impossible dream as a future generation’s great undertaking—yet Sanghyeon was truly pursuing it.
Toward that impossibly distant, tiny target, Sanghyeon drew his bowstring with trembling hands.
“….”
That day, a proposal came to Hee-cheol in his hospital room from the production team.
“Would it be possible for us to cover your story, Hee-cheol?”
They wanted to create a video weaving together his condition and everything he’d experienced.
To this, Hee-cheol gave an answer his past self could never have given.
“If we win the championship this year, I’ll reveal it then.”
This year’s championship.
It was an undertaking he couldn’t have even imagined.
Yet having already advanced to the main tournament and surpassed the quarterfinals at this point.
What Joseon must now aim for is naturally the championship.
He had now chosen to look at the same target as Sanghyeon.

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A target materialized before my eyes, then scattered like mist.
Almond stared intently downward.
‘What do I do.’
The enemies were climbing up the defensive tower, but there was no angle to shoot them from.
Every angle was blocked by shields, as if an armored Black Tortoise were crawling upward.
Shooting arrows from up here was impossible.
‘This is….’
He felt that leaving things as they were would become problematic.
He’d successfully pressured them by controlling the defensive tower, but what good was it if this place fell into enemy hands?
Yet waiting for them to climb up and then fighting them head-on in this cramped space made no sense either.
If archers faced Rome’s Legions in such a confined space, the survival rate was zero percent.
And by some coincidence or fate, Pierre was the one climbing up Almond’s defensive tower.
Almond knew better than anyone what it was like to face him.
‘If he reaches the top, I have no chance.’
Close combat with Pierre was something to avoid.
‘There’s no shooting angle from up here.’
Then a single stratagem flashed through Almond’s mind.
‘From up here….’
It was somewhat extreme.
Even his own allies might be shocked.
Yet Almond’s hand had already gripped the railing of the defensive tower.
Click—
‘Hah.’
A moment of hesitation flickered across him.
In that instant, Cookie’s command rang out.
[Jump!]
Boom.
They were looking at the same place, the same angle.
Whoosh!
Fire blazed across Almond’s eyes.
The moment he blinked, he was already soaring through the sky. Falling.
Whiiiiing.
The wind cut sharply against his ears, and the physics engine displayed its brutal performance, the air resisting as if he truly might die.
The expressions of all the audience members, and the faces of the commentators, twisted into strange shapes.
Like a photograph snapped suddenly, like a video playing in slow motion.
Everyone bore that same expression.
But Almond harbored no doubt.
The Commander and he had seen the same angle.
──Boom!
Almond lands on both feet.
On the opponent’s shield.
“!?”
The impact sends the shield swaying, and the opponent’s flustered face becomes visible. Of course, only for a moment.
They quickly realign the shield’s angle, protecting all sides once more.
Whoosh.
Everything happens in an instant.
Almond didn’t think he could squeeze an arrow through in that fleeting moment.
There was a far better way.
He grabs one side of the ladder’s frame and suddenly spins his body around.

* * *
“Almond! He jumped down!?”
“What, what is he doing!?!”
The commentators initially had no idea what he was attempting.
“This, what is he planning….”
The Roman soldiers couldn’t possibly have predicted such a movement.
Whirl!
Almond swings around to the opposite side of the ladder from the shield and hangs there.
“To, to the other side of the ladder!?”
“Ah! That’s right! This works too!”
“Almond! He’s descending!?”
“Escaping the defense tower!? If he does this…”
The Roman soldiers climb up, while he descends.
Pierre’s gaze and Almond’s meet across the ladder between them.
‘Damn.’
Pierre’s eyes waver.
He had read it.
The opening Almond had just exploited.
Click.
He draws his spear in an awkward stance.
On a ladder in such confined space, a long spear had almost no options for attack.
Almond descends the ladder in a flash, like a jump.
Tap.
At some point, he stops.
Then he swings over to the opposite side of the ladder again.
Now he’s back on the same side as the Roman soldiers.
Thud─
With only his legs hooked on the rung, he lifts his upper body.
Looking up, he sees the Roman soldiers.
From below, it was completely visible.
A massive target.
Shields could block front, back, left, right, and above, but not underneath.
He drew the bowstring.
Criiiiick.
Goosebumps erupted across the Roman soldier’s arm.
‘Three!?’
Almond had nocked three arrows on the bowstring and drawn it back.
“Almond!? How are you even—”
──Whoooosh!
His arrows lodged between the legs of the Roman soldier at the very bottom.
The arrows pierced upward from below, tearing through the center of his body.
All three hit their mark.
Since there was no way to dodge from that angle, he fired all three at once.
It happened in an instant.
From the moment he landed on the shield to when he positioned himself beneath the ladder and released the arrows.
“Kyaaaah!! Direct hit!! Triple shot!!! They went completely through!?”
The caster screamed as if he’d been hit himself, and cheers erupted.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
“Greeeeat! Miiin! Guk!”
The chants grew even louder.
King Gul explained the current situation, spraying saliva.
“He just fired three arrows at once, right!? Since the distance is so short, it’s practically point-blank—no way to dodge!”
“Ah! In shooting games, when you get hit by a shotgun at close range, you just die instantly!”
Unable to aim for the head, he overwhelms with volume.
That’s Almond’s strategy right now.
“Yes! That’s what he’s going for! Since he can’t hit the head from below! He just fires multiple arrows at once! Like this!!”
Whoooosh!
“Another hit!?”
Almond’s volley of arrows strikes true once more.
Another Roman soldier tumbles from the ladder.
“Even for Almond, if he fires three arrows, the aim would normally be completely off!? But! It doesn’t matter! Because they’re right in front of him!!”
“That’s why! The Roman soldiers are falling like autumn leaves!!!”
“I mean, right now! This sneak attack! It must hurt so much!?”
Whoosh!
Bang!
Rome tried to respond instantly to the attacks coming from below.
But such a countermeasure didn’t come to mind easily.
Even for professionals, it’s difficult to handle a situation they’ve never seen before.
Their responses seem quick because they’ve trained for countless scenarios and already committed them to memory.
“We can’t respond right now! Rome is panicking!”
“How could anyone have predicted this!”
In the first place, the very situation of hanging from a ladder by only the lower body while shooting arrows was already bizarre.
Who would have thought to prepare a countermeasure for such a situation beforehand?
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Almond simply lay on his back, grabbed arrows haphazardly, drew them, and fired.
From the moment he had already surrendered the lower position, the formation itself was at an insurmountable disadvantage.
“Even if we try to descend! Our own soldiers block the way! And if we try to defend below! Arrows keep raining down from the defensive tower!?”
“While we’re stammering! Everyone’s dying now!! If we can’t take this tower! Rome’s in trouble!? Is Joseon going to take the game!?”
“Almond! You’re shooting arrows way too comfortably right now!? Using clouds as your companion! Just lying in the air! The Taoist master shoots arrows~!”
lol so funny
Master, you’re shooting arrows! ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-???: He’s casting sorcery!?
-expert lol
That’s a troll/creep lol
Rome was completely cornered.
The entrance was already blocked by the defensive tower rush, and Rome could no longer harass multiple lanes.
The last reversal opportunity—the operation to seize the defensive tower—was on the verge of failure.
If we were to compare this to fighters in a ring, Rome was currently unconscious and breathing heavily.
It felt like one solid hit would result in an immediate K.O.
Yet it doesn’t go down easily.
This player called Rome was a prepared player.
He possessed the strength to throw a desperate counter from any danger and the miraculous durability to endure several more blows.
Especially his eyes were still alive.
Pierre’s eyes were like that.
His expression, cornered more than ever before, showed no confusion whatsoever.
“Listen. You below.”
Pierre spoke in a tone as casual as asking someone to pass tissues from across a table.
To the soldiers hanging beneath him.
“Jump down in sequence. Spear tips facing downward.”

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