Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 869

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Episode 339
109. True Victory
While I was facing off against Pierre.
The commentators had already seen it.
“Ah, Anto!? He’s twisted things once more here!?”
“Is he escaping early!?”
Anto was making his move.
In this critical moment, Anto had played another trump card.
Abandoning Commander Mode and fleeing in advance.
“Don’t the players know about this!?”
If the players didn’t notice, it would be a move that would deliver despair to Joseon itself.
“The moment he deactivates Commander Mode! The Supreme Commander’s location displayed in the arena won’t be visible!”
Under normal circumstances, they should know, but now everything is chaos.
Would Almond, locked in a bloody struggle with Pierre, have noticed that?
Honestly, it was hard to say for certain.
“If this happens, we might miss him again!!”
The analysts cry out in anguish.
There was a limit to how long Joseon’s main force could hold out.
The only final hope in this match was for Almond to catch Anto first.
Even if we lost, there would be one more match, but if we failed to catch him after pushing the opponent this far, we couldn’t guarantee the condition for the next match.
“Right now! The trophy! Is right before our eyes! Joseon!!!”
Just before obtaining Joseon’s first-ever national championship trophy.
Imagine losing it at that final inch.
No one would be able to properly compete in the next match.
Especially considering these players aren’t actually professionals.
Until now, they had endured through transcendent perseverance, but if we couldn’t catch him here, everything accumulated so far might crumble like dominoes.
That’s why we had to catch him.
For Joseon, this was essentially the final match.
The last chance.
“Ugh!?”
“Almond! Against the shield!? He was pushed back! Ahhhhh!”
──Boom!
That chance nearly flew away to Pierre’s shield technique.
Ratte brought it back to life.
“Ratte!!”
The commentators haven’t even sat down since earlier, anxiously watching.
“He’s running! He’s running! Not to deal with Pierre!!!”
And as Almond immediately dashed toward Anto.
“Almond knows!!”
Almond knows.
The moment everyone realized it, the arena erupted with thunderous roars.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Every spectator leaped to their feet.
“Aaaaaahhhhh! Almond! Almond knows! He knows aaahhhhh!!!”
-Trembling
-Almond the mind reader Trembling
-No way
Please, and… ㅠㅠ
-Did he actually figure it out???
-He really caught on?
The moment Almond entered this arena, he had confirmed the Supreme Commander’s position marker. At that point, it was clearly displayed, but during his fight with Pierre, that marker vanished.
So from the very beginning, I already knew.
“He’s fleeing aaahhhhh!”
Anto had run away.
“W-Wait! Anto! We have to catch him! We have to catch him!”
*Grrrk.*
Almond draws back his bowstring, assuming his stance.
But then—
“W-Wait, a different screen!”
“C-Choi Daisunsin!! Right now!?”
*Thunk!*
A spear pierced through the Joseon Supreme Commander’s body.
-???
-!
-No way
-Ah…
-Huh??
-Yet, the fake national team episode 11 was never uploaded…

* * *
The battlefield had been filled with shouts, screams, and roars.
But in this moment.
Silence descends upon the field.
“!”
A Roman soldier’s spear had pierced through the Joseon Supreme Commander’s upper body.
The spear, burrowing through the silk robes, had cleanly penetrated through her back.
Red blood drips down the shaft of the spear.
“…I …I’ve lost.”
Bread’s eyes widen as she immediately turns her horse around.
“Please. Please.”
Clatter! Clatter!
However, she is not the only one charging forward.
All the Roman soldiers nearby pour out their last strength in a breakthrough.
“Finish her!!”
The Supreme Commander’s movement speed has already slowed considerably.
It is because of the fatal wound.
“Protect her! With your bodies! Block with your bodies─”
Whoosh!
Already, a Roman soldier charges forward and thrusts his spear with his entire body.
“──Ah!”
For a moment, everything seemed to stop.
‘I can’t dodge that?’
No matter how exceptional Choi Sun-sin’s reflexes are, this is an angle she cannot evade.
There are physical limits.
She is already in a state of severely reduced speed.
Moreover, the one thrusting the spear employs a seasoned angle.
Whether she dodges left or right, she will be hit regardless, or even if she miraculously evades, the attacker has created space to prepare the next strike.
That a mere soldier possessed this level of combat sense—that was Rome.
‘It’s over.’
In this fleeting instant, anxiety, rage, anguish, despair… all negative emotions flood in.
This is the end.
This is an angle that can only be survived by having eyes that see the future and dodging beforehand.
No, even that might be impossible.
This is checkmate itself.
The final move that completely ends the enemy’s king.
That spearman would become the Longinus of this game.
Perhaps now, only prayer can save her.
The only hope is that Almond ends the game in that fleeting instant before the spear pierces.
But no such news arrives.
Crack.
Bread bites down on her lip, urging the horse forward with greater intensity.
Just a little more… just a little more time!
‘3 seconds.’
Screeeech…!
Almond drags his knees across the ground, anchoring his stance.
White light begins to ignite across his arrow.
[Focus]
His right hand trembles faintly, and behind him, an enemy hurls a spear.
Yet his mind remains unshaken.
Exhale.
In the moment he draws the bowstring taut with a deep breath, something sacred emanates from him.
‘2 seconds.’
The spear flies in.
A spearhead capable of ending this game.
──Thud!
It strikes the ground.
“!?”
The Spearman’s eyes widen in shock.
“He dodged─”
Choi Sun-sin had evaded it.
Whoosh!
Choi Sun-sin’s form scatters in a mere instant.
A speed impossible to achieve after being pierced by a spear.
Movement bordering on a glitch.
It defied comprehension.
──Shhwaaaack!
Like the final moments of those who dared challenge the sacred, the Spearman’s neck is severed mercilessly.
The Supreme Commander stands behind him.
The spear that had pierced her abdomen is gone.
A perfect resurrection.
[Militia]
An ability to increase speed by detonating all equipment at once.
Militia.
Now the King had become Militia.
She used that singular opportunity here.
There is no next time.
‘1 second.’
Keeeeeeng!
Sanghyeon’s arrow blazes with pure white light.
This white light will end everything.
The white light swallows Sanghyeon’s wide-open pupils.
‘Now.’

* * *
Hyeonju, a junior from the same archery club, had asked me something one day.
“But… is what you do there really the same as an actual bow?”
Whether the bow you draw in the game was the same as a real bow.
“No.”
I shook my head firmly.
“It’s quite different.”
“Really?”
“In the end, it’s fake.”
The grip, the weight, the draw weight, the feel of the arrow moving through the wind…
It was honestly difficult to find even a single thing that was identical.
It felt like shooting a children’s bow that had stripped away all the difficulties of archery, containing only convenient fun.
“But you’re okay with that? Using a fake?”
“Hmm. Well, of course it would be better if I could draw a real one.”
As I scratched my head and admitted it, Hyeonju laughed loudly.
Puhaha.
“Why?”
“I thought you’d say something touching like ‘This is real to me’ or something.”
“Huh?”
“I mean, you shoot so hard in the game. Honestly, not as hard as when we practice together, right? You were completely absorbed in it.”
Pabababa!
Hyeonju mimicked Almond’s rapid-fire with her mouth.
I turned my head away.
“Still… fake is fake.”

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Sometimes I forget.
That this bowstring I’m drawing right now is fake, made of zeros and ones.
The deaths here, the army’s roars, the terrain, the trees—all of it was fake.
Yet amusingly, I sometimes get confused.
Whether this is real or fake.
Even though it’s clearly fake, I get confused.
It was only natural.
How could I not get confused?
This moment, this pressure, this tension, this competition.
The audience’s roars, Hee-cheol’s dream, the time we’ve all spent together at the hideout, the aspirations of two hundred people.
Sarang’s hope.
All of this is real enough to touch with my hands.
How could I not get confused?
How could I simply define all of this as merely ‘fake’?
‘Right now.’
This moment that all of these things create.
Swish.
I release the bowstring.
‘This moment is real.’
Twang!
Riding the momentum, the tiny arrowhead accelerates and launches forth.
Tearing through the wind, carving its own path as it flies toward the enemy.
The arrow advances toward the culmination of all these moments.
Whoooooosh!
White light stretches like a comet’s tail.
Carrying the prayers of countless people, it makes contact.
“!”
Just as the very first arrow.
The one I’d shot in the most upright stance had struck its mark.
The arrow reaches Anto’s head.
──Boom!!
Anto staggers.
Even as he staggers, he takes several steps forward.
In this brief moment, everyone held their breath.
Perhaps it hadn’t connected. Perhaps against all odds it had missed.
But then Anto’s body goes limp and he collapses.
Thud…!
At the same moment, Pierre’s spear pierces through from behind me.
Yet it had no effect whatsoever.
This spear is fake.
The moment it could have been real has passed.
With this, Sanghyeon declares victory one final time.
“Chiki-cha.”
And this world agreed with his words.
In two characters.
[Victory]
The true victor of the international championship was declared to be the fake national team, Joseon.
In that moment, the entire world blazed white.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”
A roar that threatened to sweep everything away crashed against my ears.
I couldn’t think of anything.
Sanghyeon burst out of the capsule immediately.
Outside had already turned to night.
Above the deep navy sky, fireworks of five colors exploded outward.
Puffboom!
Across the grass illuminated by five-colored light, Sanghyeon rushed forward.
“Joseon!!!”
The commentators wept.
“Joseon…!”
The Caster couldn’t find words.
King Gul shouted in his place at the top of his lungs.
“Joseon has surpassed Rome, who was evaluated as the strongest in this tournament! And won the international championship aaaaaaaaa!!!”
Unbelievable words echoed through the stadium.
After the complete victory declaration.
Footage of the players appeared on the screen.
Crackle.
It was an interview from Episode 1 of the fake national team.
White background, Sanghyeon sitting in a chair speaks.
「My goal is….」
His eyes facing the camera didn’t waver in the slightest.
「To win the championship.」
The Caster composed himself and stood up, shouting.
“Joseon! Overcoming all those trials and crises!! Finally! Grasps the international championship trophy aaaaaa!!”
All the audience members stood up.
All the players came out of their capsules.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
Though no one had promised it, everyone began running toward one place.
Where the Commander was.
Because she couldn’t run.
Sanghyeon arrived first.
“Huff… gasp…”
Hisssss.
Her capsule opened.
She turned her trembling head.
Our eyes met.
The lake was overflowing with water, flooding everywhere.
Though I hadn’t witnessed it directly, I was certain.
Why had I been given such an extended duration? Looking into her eyes, I finally understood.
I extended my hand.
She grasped it, steadied herself, and rose to her feet.
She stood on trembling legs.
The crowd roared their names in unison.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
“Choi Sun-sin! Choi Sun-sin!”
“Almond! Almond! Almond!”
At that moment, all the players arrived.
The entire Sync Tank Team was coming as well.
Hee-cheol was sprinting over like a relay runner.
He scattered something flowing endlessly behind him as he ran.
And so all the players converged.
“Lift! Lift her!”
In an instant, they hoisted Sarang into the air.
“Wh… what!?”
Sarang was so startled she couldn’t even scream.
Hee-cheol was lifted up with her.
“What, what’s happening?”
Hee-cheol hadn’t expected it either, nearly falling backward as he was swept along.
Together, they all rushed toward the audience.
Thump thump thump thump…!
As if boasting about the forced morning runs, everyone sprinted at incredible speed.
The crowd’s roar grew increasingly intense.
Then Chiseung shouted from below to the two of them.
“I’ll lead the chant! A chant!”
“Chiki-cha?”
Sarang misheard, and Chiseung waved his hands dismissively.
“No! We all do it together!”
“…?”
Oh.
I remembered.
She locked eyes with Hee-cheol.
At the same moment, she nodded and stretched her hand upward, crying out.
“Monster!”
Then all the players rushing forward spread their arms wide and roared.
Sanghyeon at the very front bellowed with his mouth wider than ever before.
“Krrrraaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!”
A rallying cry they would never again shout together.

-The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 3 Complete-

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