Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 867

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 337
107. The Final of Finals (3)
Joseon’s Supreme Commander still cuts down enemies at the very front lines.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
“Dae! Min! Guk!”
The roar of the Korean audience grew louder without end.
At some point, Rome’s cheers could no longer be heard.
“From Rome’s perspective, this must be utterly absurd!”
They no longer had the mental capacity to continue cheering.
If they lose this match, the series ends right there.
The international championship comes to a close.
“Waaaaaaaaa!”
Even in this situation, Daisunsin Choi and her army continue cutting down enemies.
Rome’s forces are now confused about where to defend, whether they should truly focus on the Supreme Commander.
Their command structure has completely collapsed.
Even Anto is making errors in judgment.
The correct decision would be to commit everything toward Daisunsin Choi.
But they kept getting blocked.
“Joseon, receiving no separate orders, is moving more like an actual army!”
Joseon’s forces, directed in real-time from the field, moved far more like a cohesive military unit.
“Civil M is a game where each unit is a real person! That’s why sometimes impossible things happen in the Civil Empire!”
“But this is crossing the line into the truly impossible!”

* * *
“This can’t be real….”
In the Korean team’s spectator section.
A man mutters vacantly in the midst of a wave of cheers.
“Jeon-ja-pa.”
He is Cosmic, an ADC who once shared a team with Choi Sa-rang.
Without realizing it, he was murmuring her past nickname.
That name he hadn’t seen in three years… hadn’t dared speak aloud.
She had disappeared in disgrace.
Cosmic had always thought it that way.
‘Jeon-ja-pa has returned.’
Yet now she had truly come back.
Though her name had vanished, she stood again with honor.
Offering her neck confidently to all enemies’ aim, she fights at the very frontline of everyone.
She herself was the war incarnate.
The current flow still heavily favored Rome.
Rationally speaking, it was undeniably so.
Yet Cosmic was certain.
Rome could not possibly win this.
For them, what happens at Joseon’s main base is merely a great battle, but for Joseon, it is war itself.
Because the existence that makes this a war stands at the very front.
Losing here means losing everything.
Paradoxically, if Rome loses now, it all ends.
Visually, phenomenally, by primal instinct, the Joseon forces came to believe they were in that very situation.
Because the heart of war stood before them.
“Waaaaaaaaaa!!”
They break through in reverse.
Rome’s shields crumble.
Rome continues receiving reinforcements, yet Joseon abandoned their production facilities long ago.
It didn’t matter.
Not a single spectator could point out such things.
It was frenzy.
Everyone was mad.
Because of the momentum one person had created.
‘She returned… stronger than before.’
Though her abilities had diminished in this different game, Cosmic could see it.
Jeon-ja-pa had returned stronger than she was.
Cosmic’s eyes wavered.
He had realized it.
She had never spent a single moment without dreaming of her resurrection.
How else could she perform at this level in a completely different game?
The AOS genre and RTS genre are as different as ping-pong and baseball.
How could she become even stronger than before?
Simple—she never stopped.
She was never anything but a professional gamer. She always wanted to return.
That’s why Jeon-ja-pa never abandoned her team.
“…We abandoned her.”
The team simply disbanded.
While everyone else stood, only one person sank back into his seat.
While everyone else craned their necks toward the arena, he alone buried his head downward.
His shoulders trembled violently as he remained unable to rise for a long time.
“I abandoned her.”

* * *
“The main base is locked in fierce combat right now!!”
The broadcast screen split in half.
An unavoidable choice, as too many critical events were unfolding simultaneously.
“Ah, no, Almond!! Ratte! How are they there!?”
Almond and Ratte were already rushing toward Rome’s secondary main base.
The enemy forces blocking them had nearly vanished.
“Did, did that corpse kill all of them in the back!?”
A close-up of Almond’s face appeared on screen as a replay began.
Almond charging forward recklessly, sweeping away enemies.
“This, this is supposed to be a clash between Armored Soldiers and Archers! Who would have thought!!”
lol
-Insane;
Oh my god lol
-They’re actually winning this?
-What is that
I can’t provide a meaningful translation for this text as it appears to be corrupted or contains invalid Korean characters that don’t form coherent words.
“This, this was actually possible!?”
Anyone watching Almond’s play would say the same thing.
So this was possible.
Then why had Joseon been losing ground?
First reason: only Almond could do it.
Second reason: even Almond could only do it under specific conditions.
‘Ah.’
King Gul felt as though he’d been struck by a revelation.
Why Choi Sun-sin always induced small-scale skirmishes in his attacks.
Was it simply because his unit production was limited?
That wasn’t it.
My troop production exceeded Rome’s.
I simply couldn’t properly contain Rome’s advancing forces, so my numbers had dwindled significantly.
In other words, I needed that level of troop disparity just to hold Rome back.
Because the skill gap becomes enormous in the second and third lines, if not the first.
Conversely, the first line takes the offensive.
And what’s the battle that first-line archers are most confident in?
“In large-scale battles, it’s difficult for a Player like Almond to shine! But small-scale skirmishes are a different story entirely!?”
Small-scale engagements.
This was the stage where Almond could perform most effectively.
“Daisunsin Choi was! Continuously providing him with the very stage where he fights best from the start!!”
-Gasp
-Oh I see
-So that’s how it is;
-That’s why we keep seeing these situations??
-She really does trust him completely lol
Just as Anto could have designed this situation from the moment he released the falcon.
The fact that Daisunsin Choi deliberately utilized the falcon release at that moment.
Proved that her focus was completely different from Anto’s.
She never intended to win through large-scale warfare.
Even if Anto attacked the main base, she’d hold him off with overwhelming numbers while small-scale squadrons launched their attacks.
That was Joseon’s path to victory.
Of course, the fact that Rome’s combat power proved more monstrous than calculated during the defense was a miscalculation.
But the larger strategy was unfolding exactly as planned.
“Right now both sides! Have achieved the picture they drew! That’s how you should see it!”
This current situation was the picture both sides wanted.
“Then one of them must have the wrong picture!!”
Now Almond and Pierre had met.
The decision would likely be made here.
Whose picture was correct.
“He held Pierre back for this moment!?”
“Yes! That shows how much he’s paying attention!!”
An Ace deployed to defensive duties rather than an offensive assault on Joseon’s main force.
This alone revealed how seriously Anto took Almond’s small-scale engagement abilities.
“Wha—!?”
Was that why?
“He’s pulling back!? Wow…!”
Anto withdraws his remaining forces backward.
Even now, seeking to fight from advantageous ground.
“How relentless! Anto!? You’re trying to pull this into the main base!? You want to fight inside the main structure!”
“Ah…! But then couldn’t we just shoot arrows!? They’re backing away on their own!”
A bizarre sight—a melee soldier retreating from an archer.
However, King Gul shook his head.
“If I step out even one pace, I’ll have to fight the arrows coming from the audience hall at the same time! I have to shoot from here! But then I’d need to use bolts…”
Bolts don’t curve well.
In other words, there’s no way to evade their shields.
“The shields are the problem! If all three of them just retreat into the audience hall and start camping—honestly, two archers won’t be enough!”
The interior of the audience hall is extremely cramped.
If they barricade themselves with shields in such a space, piercing through with arrows would be impossible.
“We have to stop them before that happens!”
“But can we even do that!?”
-Then should we just draw swords?
-No way out
ㅠㅠ (crying/tears)
-Those cowardly bastards

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The opponent retreating toward the main hall.
I no longer pursued them.
Instead, an arrow was already nocked on my bowstring.
Grrrrk.
The string is drawn taut.
‘Exhale.’
After I released my breath.
Even the faint tremor in my right hand stilled.
Whoooosh…!
White light converges.
‘Three of them.’
The opponents are three in number.
All of them advance with shields raised, moving backward.
Once they all enter the main hall, killing the Supreme Commander becomes virtually impossible.
I glance at Ratte beside me.
Our eyes meet briefly.
“From the left. Together.”
Without the Commander’s order, I give the command instead.
Ratte nods.
“Roger.”
“Now.”
Swish.
I release the bowstring.
An arrow shoots forth, emitting white light.
Whoosh—
A small arrowhead barely visible to the eye.
Ordinarily, blocking it with a shield would be difficult, but Rome’s front-line soldiers are different.
—Thud!
The left soldier who became the target adjusts his shield position and blocks it.
But then—
“!?”
—Boom!
An arrow pierces through.
Whoosh!
Along with the sound of the arrow cutting through air, white light flares from his head.
Thump.
The soldier collapsed instantly.
“Waaaaaaaaaaa!!”
The audience erupts in cheers.
What he’d blocked was the arrow shot by Ratte.
Simultaneously, Almond’s arrow, fired along a similar trajectory, bent slightly and struck his temple.
It was teamwork that exploited the fact that blocking completely different areas with a single shield was impossible.
“Right side.”
“Yes!”
Almond and Ratte draw their bowstrings simultaneously once more.
This time the target is the right side.
They eliminate the soldiers on both flanks first, as they’re easiest to curve shots around.
The right soldier seemed to have noticed he was being targeted.
He adjusts his shield immediately.
‘He’s only defending his head?’
By raising his shield to protect only his head, his retreat speed becomes remarkably faster.
His intention is to block only fatal blows while reaching the main building as quickly as possible.
Once the priests enter the main building, they can heal him again.
Zing!
When the focus meter reaches three seconds, Almond gives the order.
“Legs.”
“L-legs! Yes!”
Boom!
Two arrows shot straightforwardly at both legs.
“!”
Thud.
The right soldier’s knees slam into the ground in an instant.
With his legs severed, he can no longer move.
Even if not a direct hit, I’d taken two consecutive three-second concentrated barrage attacks—my health was bottoming out.
Losing my balance, I collapsed as if in prostration, my crown already completely exposed.
“Shoot the center.”
“Yes!”
Without gathering my full concentration, Almond immediately fired an arrow, eliminating the Soldier on the right who had collapsed.
Twang!
Only Pierre remained.
Boom!
He deflected the arrow Ratte had fired and began sprinting at full speed toward the main hall.
[Movement Speed Increased]
The Priest arrived right in front of the main building and applied a movement speed buff.
From this moment, Pierre turned and ran backward.
Yet he still kept his shield positioned behind him, perfectly protecting his upper body and head.
‘Ugh….’
I tried to find an angle to land a hit, but it grew increasingly difficult as the distance widened.
‘No time for this. At least try.’
Almond fired one shot almost in frustration, then stood and ran.
“Let’s move too!”
“Yes!”
Twang!
Almond’s arrow struck Pierre’s ankle.
Pierre slowed for a moment.
[Heal]
The Priest’s heal activated, and he resumed full speed.
“Shoot the Priest!”
“B-But dodging seems more important right now!?”
Whoooosh!
Ah, we were within the main hall’s defensive system range.
“!”
Thud-thud-thud…!
Ratte and Almond simultaneously scattered, deflecting arrows.
“Huff, huff-ahhh! Huff!”
Ratte wiped sweat from his chest and sprinted forward again.
But the distance between him and Almond had already widened slightly.
He’d dodged with movements far too intense.
“What? Why can’t you dodge like that!”
Almond, seeing that he’d gotten too far ahead, asked incredulously.
“D-Did you think I was like you, hyung!?”
“You dodged fine just now!”
“That was because Choi Sun-sin was marking each one for me!”
“What…?”
Was it something like that?
“Ah, no, don’t give me that look!”
“Here it comes.”
“Ugh, uaaaah!”
Whoosh.
Ratte managed to evade it somehow, but the distance between him and Almond only grew wider.
Every time he dodged, the gap expanded further.
“W-wait, I’m going first! I’ll do something about it… oh, he’s already gone.”
Almond was already far ahead.
And Pierre had already entered the hall.

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