Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 841

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 311
101. Heaven Aids Us (1)
When they announced that Rome and Joseon would face each other.
Anyone with even a passing knowledge of Civil Empire couldn’t have predicted Joseon’s victory. Especially during the preliminaries, this opinion was universal across the globe.
“Joseon? Against Rome? How pitiful.”
“Well, it’s Rome… did you really say that?”
“If those two clash, it’d be in the preliminaries. A single match… still, wouldn’t it be Rome?”
Regrettably, their predictions proved entirely accurate.
Despite Joseon displaying an underdog surge during the preliminaries, they couldn’t win a single match against Rome.
Rather, public opinion at the time was far more critical of Espana and France. People said Joseon hadn’t played well—these two had simply played terribly.
“Those Espana bastards were so arrogant, but they’re nothing special.”
“The Invincible Armada or whatever—they were always getting crushed by those British Islanders anyway, right? Where would their roots lead? Kahahaha!”
“I wish France would just stop showing up in the preliminaries altogether.”
They had no idea.
That Joseon was actually incredibly strong.
That’s how competitive games work. Everything is relative, making it difficult to properly evaluate based on just a few matches.
Even in soccer, our national team plays brilliantly against China’s national team, yet crumbles pathetically against European powerhouses—doesn’t that happen often?
E-sports are even more extreme.
In soccer, once you score a goal, the situation resets to the beginning. But games don’t work that way.
Games apply what’s called the “snowball effect.”
Once you achieve a small victory, that victory continues to spawn even larger victories, turning a tiny snowflake of success into an enormous snowball that triggers an avalanche.
Civil Empire is no exception to this effect.
If you secure resource nodes through combat, you can use those resources to pressure your opponent further. Then it becomes easier to claim additional resources, and the pressure intensifies even more.
In soccer terms, it’s like the opponent constantly staying in our penalty box, just shooting, and even when they score, they start again from our penalty box.
That’s why even small differences in skill end up creating massive gaps in results—it’s the nature of e-sports.
In other words, how well I play matters less than how poorly my opponent plays.
So most people didn’t notice.
They thought Espana and France had simply underperformed.
But Joseon defeated the Viking, toppled Persia, and sank Japan.
And their next opponent, China, they crushed 3-0.
From this point on, people’s perspective began to shift.
“Wait? 3-0?”
They understood.
What a 3-0 score meant in this game.
If China had been even slightly better than Joseon, they would have definitely secured at least one match. That’s the nature of RTS.
But the result was 3-0.
China couldn’t win a single match against Joseon.
They were completely overwhelmed.
“How is this possible?”
“So Joseon was actually this strong all along?”
“Espana and France are innocent!?”
This was quite welcome news for the powerhouse teams that had lost to Joseon until now.
“We’re innocent!”
“That’s right! Joseon made it to the finals!”
Every team that lost to Joseon had to face ridicule from their domestic fans.
Not just Espana and France from the preliminaries, but also the Vikings, Persia, and everyone else.
After all, Joseon was a team they were supposed to naturally defeat.
But now it was revealed that wasn’t the case.
China was the world’s 3rd-ranked powerhouse. They were even on an undefeated streak. No matter how favorable the bracket was, most people thought Joseon would be included in that favorable draw.
Yet China suffered a complete loss.
“If that’s the case… Joseon is actually a strong team!?”
Only then did gamers across the world grasp reality.
“Ah, no. That’s not it… Joseon is getting stronger.”
That Joseon was steadily growing stronger.
That Joseon had reached the finals and could compete with Rome.
And the moment Joseon claimed one set victory against Rome in the finals—
“──Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
Those in Joseon’s spectator section rose from their seats with cheers.
They were members of teams that had previously lost to Joseon.
There was Uno, Tres, and Nacho from Espana, the command staff from France, Jesse from the Vikings, and even Ringo, the Japanese Commander.
They all shouted with the same heart.
“Joseon did great!”
“Joseon played so well! Waaaaa!”
“Joseon is really playing amazingly! It must be hard to beat them!”
Of course, one of them had a bit of personal interest mixed in.
“Mom! When I grow up, I want to marry Almond!”
The other team’s players might have found her strange cheer noteworthy, but they only glanced at her once.
Then they were swept up in fervent excitement over the victory again.
For them, Joseon winning one set against Rome was almost like salvation.
‘We’re saved.’
‘We don’t have to go back swimming…!’
‘Damn. We almost got beaten at home!’

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The commentators in the booth were still buzzing with excitement, continuing to discuss the first set.
“Ah! When Joseon crushed China 3 to 0! I actually thought it was possible! You know!?”
“Right! Until then, we always assumed we’d lose when we faced them! We thought the same about China!?”
“Exactly! But! A 3 to 0 victory over China? That’s not something just anyone can do! Only a team capable of challenging Rome could achieve such a result!!”
-For real
-There was hope starting from here
Ugh, this is so frustrating!
-Taking the first set, that’s legendary
-Map luck was good;
“So we thought, could we maybe, just maybe pull it off against Rome!? And that became reality! In the best way possible!!”
“Yes! With this, Joseon takes a 1-0 lead against Rome! The match quality was excellent too, right? First, Cookie showed no weakness whatsoever in the Commander’s skirmish!”
“That’s right. And the clash between Aces is showing in the replay now!?”
Almond’s Priest snipe, Pierre’s defense tower conquest, and Almond and Pangeo stopping it.
“Ah, the two of them completely flipped the game back and forth! It was incredibly intense!”
“And I just realized from the replay! Almond!? He shot that without even looking!?”
When Pierre and his colleague conquered the defense tower.
Almond, hanging from a ladder, fired arrows at them.
But from Almond’s perspective, he could only see beneath the defense tower’s roof, making it nearly impossible to gauge the soldiers’ positions.
-??
-No lol
-Was this just luck??lol
-Wow lol
-Just a whatever happens happens shot
“Ah, how am I even supposed to explain this, King Gul!?”
“In America, we express it like this.”
“How?”
“God bless you.”
This was a shot that could only be attributed to the realm of luck.
-lololololol
-That’s just luck lol
-lol
-The goddess of victory is female too… so Almond…
-Wow
Combined with Pangeo’s 180-degree curved shot, it created a miraculous simultaneous dual shot.
“At the same time… down! Wow~ that was truly an incredible moment, right?”
“I think Pangeo’s curved shot… ah. It touched my heart.”
The Caster always made sure to watch the fake national team.
That’s why she knew.
“That curved shot… when Pangeo first couldn’t shoot curved shots! It’s that angle he kept accidentally hitting himself with!?”
“That’s correct.”
“With that… with that, I’ve just taken down the opposing Ace!”
Haha, that’s so funny!
I’m crying… that’s the ace right now ㅠㅠ
I can’t provide a meaningful translation for this text. It appears to be Korean characters (ㅠ is a Korean vowel) mixed with a symbol, but it doesn’t form coherent words or a complete sentence in Korean.
-That was insane…
-True romantic old man
After Almond climbed up onto the defense tower.
A scene of him making a throat-cutting gesture appears.
Since the players’ voices weren’t captured in the highlight footage, the Caster asks.
“That throat-cutting ceremony. Ah… I think I’m seeing it for the first time? What could it mean?”
Haha, what is this?
Murder threat lol
-Chiki-cha?
Without audio, it was impossible to tell.
“Who knows? We’d need to hear it off the record to know for sure. But roughly speaking, it seems like he’s just appealing that he took down one thug, you know?”
King Gul answered this way, but felt somewhat puzzled.
Almond wasn’t the type to perform a ceremony just for killing a single soldier.
Unless he’d killed someone important on the opposing side….
“Ah. I see. A no-look shot. He really can’t resist a ceremony! Well everyone! Let’s take a break for now! We’ll see you again for the second match!”
The commentators also took a brief break from broadcasting, and the screen displayed only highlight scenes without any particular sound.
It was a brief intermission.
The audience members went to restrooms to take care of business, or came back carrying delicious snacks sold outside.
Some also purchased additional cheering supplies.
As the audience members gradually left their seats one by one, one middle-aged man in particular sat motionless, staring intently at the screen.
He was sitting in the Joseon section of the audience, but his expression showed neither joy nor the excitement of great anticipation.
As if barely suppressing turbulent emotions and surging feelings, he simply sat there staring at the screen with something firmly held down inside.

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“Come on~ grab these supporter items you won’t be able to see anywhere else today~ merchandise that’ll skyrocket in value if Joseon wins the championship~”
Juhyeok immediately resumed selling outside the moment the match ended.
“…Huh?”
Upon seeing the person standing before me, I unconsciously took a step backward.
‘What. This person. Isn’t that…?’
This person didn’t know me, but I knew them.
A foreigner who seemed to live comfortably in this world, doing whatever they pleased.
This person was Tres, the assistant commander of the Spain team.
Behind him were Uno and Nacho.
While I wasn’t fluent in Spanish, I could understand their conversation well enough.
“You’re really buying this? Tres?”
Uno, who looked relatively refined, was mocking Tres with a disapproving click of his tongue.
“What else can we do? Huh? If Joseon wins the championship like this, then we buy it too.”
With that, Tres pointed with his finger to purchase a mascot suit.
“Large?”
I roughly asked about the size.
“Large, large.”
He bought the large size and immediately put it on right there.
“Ahem. You should buy one too.”
Then he zipped the suit up all the way to his face, covering it completely, and headed back to the stands.
Nacho laughed as if amused and bought a cookie-shaped Mexican hat from the sales counter.
Only Uno stood still, staring intently at the sales counter.
I felt uncomfortable for no reason and looked away.
‘What. Why is he staring like that?’
I thought Uno would never buy anything and tried to look toward other customers.
“This. How much?”
Uno tapped something and asked.
“…?”
It was a carrot-shaped applause balloon.
Moreover, beneath that applause balloon hung a bell with Danggeun’s face drawn on it—an extremely eye-catching and noisy model.
I wanted to explain something, but he just threw down money and left.
“…?”
Did Uno really like Danggeun?
It made more sense than liking Almond, but I felt quite strange as I attended to the next customer.
Even so, the visit of Uno, Tres, and Nacho didn’t easily fade from my mind.
Especially that Yangban Uno, his face flushed as he picked up Danggeun’s merchandise.
Just thinking about it made me giggle uncontrollably.
I wondered if there could be any other customers as peculiar and memorable as them.
But as they say, there’s always another mountain beyond the mountain, and another sky above the sky.
Shortly after, he encountered a visitor who made all thoughts of the Spanish team’s visit vanish from his mind.
This visitor was peculiar in that he was quite elderly, and having arrived rather late, he walked from the ticket counter rather than the audience seating area.
Juhyeok actually sensed it instinctively in that very moment, watching only the silhouette from a distance.
A strange feeling, as if a mirror holding the weight of years was drawing ever closer to him.
Before him stood a man with a large frame like his own and sharp, piercing eyes, but with a jawline that carried considerably more gravitas.
‘Father….’
That’s right.
The person standing before him was his Father.
“Oh my, Juhyeok~ It’s been so long~”
Then another person who had passed half of Juhyeok’s traits to him peeked out and waved her hand—his Mother, always wearing that bright, cheerful expression.
Unlike his excited Mother, his Father, as if reluctantly dragged along, glanced away and asked curtly.
“What’s your best seller? Give me one.”
“….”
Juhyeok hesitated for a moment before answering.
“…Father, I’m not sure that would be quite right for you to wear.”
No matter how unfilial he might be, this was still a rare reunion, and he couldn’t very well put an Almond suit on his Father.

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