Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 906

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 4 Episode 037
13. The Model Club (1)
“Here, Manager Kim.”
Click.
The Manager handed over a canned coffee.
“Oh, thank you.”
“Looks like you’re planning to pull an all-nighter for the broadcast king today. Let’s go all out.”
“Yes, yes. We should.”
Tomorrow was a holiday anyway.
I wouldn’t be able to sleep wondering how this broadcast king thing would turn out.
It was better to just watch it all the way through and collapse from exhaustion.
‘Though I’ll probably get lost in the mystery part, won’t I?’
The story section was at least the part that could reliably drag out the time.
That’s when it happened.
“Ting.”
It was the sound effect the Manager made while opening the coffee can.
‘Damn, that startled me.’
I thought I was being possessed.
Manager Kim’s face went pale before returning to normal.
Seeing this, the Manager chuckled.
“Ah, hehehehe? I didn’t mean to.”
“Hahaha….”
Manager Kim thought to himself.
Has this guy lost his mind? Something wasn’t right about him.
Then again, the real person responsible for this whole mess was probably the Manager.
It was strange that he still had his sanity.
The advertisement video—the first newbie-slaying Jibakryeong that he’d put the most effort into—never even got to start before disappearing.
And the Deceptive Abyss, which had been the Yokai-class boss everyone had high hopes for, became a star in the sky in the most absurd way possible.
Even though it was a sincere monster carefully structured with Phases 1, 2, and 3.
Phase 1 was skipped right away with a “ting,” and Phase 2 had a rocket launch, so Phase 3 was never even shown.
As a bonus, the school roof opened like a convertible when the rocket launched.
And the person who had approved this entire process watched it all happen with their own eyes.
The result of betting everything on a single advertisement that could overwhelm all others, pouring the entire advertising budget into this.
It was strange that he could still sleep. Perhaps Manager Kim didn’t actually need coffee.
Manager Kim looked at him with pitying eyes. At this, Manager Kim gulped down his coffee and spoke cheerfully.
“I’ve already forgotten it all. What? We just restart, that’s all. My ghost friends.”
“….”
Even if the Manager says that, these guys are already in the program—no. Let’s not talk about that.
“Ahem. Right. We restart. Anyway. Since we need the mystery-solving process here, it should be more relaxed.”
“Yeah. That’s where you talk to the kids in the hospital room, right?”
“Yes. If we ask questions one by one and gather clues, that should do it. Of course, with so many of them….”
Manager Kim trailed off.
‘Ah, seriously.’
It was because of who the young master Almond was speaking to on the monitor.
‘Why does he pull off something like this on the first try!’
He’d approached the most crucial NPC first.
The NPC who possessed the most memories.
Each NPC had their own unique trigger that would make them responsive in conversation.
This NPC’s trigger was ‘fear’.
Almond was utilizing that right now. Without even realizing it himself. And as a result, information was flowing out smoothly.
‘If this one opens up, the others will be easy to crack too.’
Once you obtained information from one interview, the next became considerably easier.
It was obvious, really. You’d know what to ask.
There was no longer any need to carefully match the triggers of the other NPCs.
“What’s wrong?”
Kim Gwajang noticed Manager Kim’s expression growing increasingly dark.
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
Better not to say anything.
Let’s just stick with how things normally go.
Manager Kim consoled himself with those thoughts.
Sometimes ignorance truly was bliss.
“He’s going to have quite the ordeal ahead.”
“Right, that’s how it should be. Those damn bastards. Let him give them a proper beating!”
Whoosh, whoosh.
Kim Gwajang swung his fists in front of the monitor.
He was now rooting for the ghost more than anyone else.

* * *
The victim’s spirit drifted aimlessly through the air.
Contrary to Manager Kim’s expectations, she took one look at the talisman and began spilling everything in terror.
“Oh, I don’t have any memories of the rooftop! But… I, I do have my most recent memory.”
-Who suspects Almond?
Hahaha, does sorcery actually work?
-Sorcery (intimidation)
Why does it work though lol
-Beauty trap (physical)
Watching the spirit ramble with a sickly pale face, the viewers were dumbfounded.
They didn’t know that each NPC had their own particular approach that worked best.
“Your most recent memory? What is it?”
“It’s nothing special. I just… went to meet someone with an older sister I know.”
Almond and Balloon Gum.
The Shaman and the Monk.
Their eyes met for a moment.
‘Is it this?’
‘It’s this, isn’t it?’
To both the Shaman and the Monk, it seemed like something significant.
Almond adjusted his hat and resumed his act as a Taoist, clasping his hands behind his back as he questioned her.
He believed his Taoist act was what had worked.
“Ahem. Who was that person?”
“Someone my older sister knows. She said that person was her benefactor, a good teacher. But we didn’t actually get to meet them.”
A benefactor? A good person?
Those weren’t the kinds of words college students typically used.
Almond’s instincts were speaking to him.
Something was off about this older sister.
“Is this older sister here?”
“No.”
“How did this older sister come to know that person?”
“She’s just a senior in my department. But we got close because we’re in the same club.”
A club?
Was it the exorcism club that was the problem after all?
That club president… had introduced himself so casually.
Almond leaned his face in closer.
“What club.”
“N, no, it’s nothing special! Really, just a club!”
“So what is it.”
As Almond pressed his face even closer, the student spirit’s face flushed crimson as she answered.
“A modeling club.”
Huh?
A modeling club?
That’s completely different from what I expected.
Not even occult-related.
“Modeling?”
Whether I misunderstood the question or not, the student waves his hands defensively and explains himself.
“I, I know it doesn’t suit me either!? I’m not saying I’ll actually become a model! Th-they said they’d teach walking techniques for free and help with posture correction, so….”
“Heh.”
I switch the microphone channel for a moment.
To the one only the viewers can hear.
“Cookie said something like this.”
-What now lol
-That’s what you said
-lololololololol
“There’s nothing more expensive than free. He said that while buying me beef.”
-lololololol
-Cookie lol
Ugh, Coberge ㅠㅠ
“Wise quote addict Kuberji is crazy”
-???: Spills the tea on how beef got us 1st place in the international tournament~
“Ahem. Anyway, something smells fishy.”
Teaching for free?
There’s a suspicious stench wafting about.
Of course, by my standards.
Balloon Gum asks from beside me.
“But… why would a theology major have a modeling club?”
“Huh? No, that’s not it? I’m a broadcast journalism major… and w-we can do it too. Ah, you have a belly too, but you’re a monk…?”
“!?”
-lololololololololol
-lololololol no way lol
-Sudden critical hit lol
-Ring the wooden bell once?
-Can’t a monk have a belly?
-Random nonsense lol
The victimized student seems quite embarrassed about trying to become a model.
Actually, to me and Balloon Gum, there’s nothing strange about it.
The only strange thing was thinking he was a theology major.
A pastor model, a nun model—those would be a bit odd, wouldn’t they?
But that wasn’t even the case.
He was a broadcast journalism major.
Then the modeling club makes sense too. After all, they’re still connected to broadcasting in some way.
But a new question arises here.
-But what were the broadcasting students doing in the theology building??
-Wasn’t it the exorcism club problem
-Why were they there then lol
So what were students who weren’t even from the theology school doing on the theology building’s rooftop?
Were they dragged there?
Almond touches his chin thoughtfully.
‘I thought the problem started with the exorcism club, but did I completely misread the situation?’
He proceeds to ask different questions in sequence, then turns his attention to the other children.
“Let me interview all of you in order.”

* * *
Based on the first victim’s testimony, the subsequent interviews became easier.
“Someone from the club suggested it? Um… Yes. I remember. That seems to be my last memory.”
“An older member I knew from the club said he’d introduce me to a pretty junior….”
It was the same when conversing with the other students’ spirits afterward.
They all commonly participated in club activities and went to meet someone.
The problem is that those clubs were largely different.
“The modeling club? No. I was in the travel club.”
“I’m in the classical music club? They said I could learn to play instruments….”
“I wasn’t in a club. I met them at our department’s research study group.”
All different starting points.
But the ending was the same.
Because the location where they were to meet the introduced ‘someone’ was identical.
“You know the MetaBucks at the end of that intersection? They said to meet there.”
“Um. I think it was at the MetaBucks at the end of the intersection.”
“There’s that big MetaBucks building on the main road.”
The MetaBucks coffee shop at the intersection’s end on the main road was their final destination.
-MetaBucks lol is it a VR coffee shop?
-What even is MetaBucks lol
-The age of meta is coming…
Almond opens his notepad and mutters.
“In any case, they all tried to be introduced to someone, and that location was MetaBucks.”
They all met through different clubs, yet the place where they were supposed to meet ‘someone’ was the same.
This ‘someone’ was introduced to one person as an older brother they knew, a close senior, to another as a pretty junior, a kind teacher, or a senior working at some major corporation.
“I can sense that the descriptions were fabricated to connect them all.”
The characteristics of all those introduced were different, but one thing overlapped.
It was the element that appealed to their interests.
However, the identity of this person has not been revealed at all.
I couldn’t even tell whether this ‘someone’ was a woman or a man.
Remarkably, all memories of this ‘who’ had been cleanly erased.
Some students didn’t even remember the fact that they’d gone to meet someone.
“How am I supposed to find this? They really can’t remember…?”
In the end, the answer lies in their memories.
But did I really have to investigate this the long way around?
I’m streaming right now?
Just as Almond was pondering, Balloon Gum placed a hand on his shoulder from beside him.
“Mond….”
“?”
“Talismans aside, this is a hospital, but a sword….”
Almond’s demon-slaying sword had been half-drawn.
“Huh? Oh, no. I didn’t mean to….”
Almond hadn’t even realized it.
Hahahahaha that’s insane hahahaha
-For me, deduction is murder…
Haha, totally broke/bankrupt lol
-Really can’t remember?(searching with sword)
No, don’t just solve everything with force, man lol
-Memory recovery potion (sword)
“But do they really not remember?”
“Usually in games, if they say they don’t remember, beating them to death doesn’t bring their memory back or anything….”
Since this advice came from Balloon Gum, who had far more gaming experience, it was probably right.
“But, hyung. Have you tried beating them to death?”
However, Almond was different.
The type who admits things only after trying them.
That’s not it lol
lol
-Info) Balloon Gum has done almost everything in games
Hahahaha
“Ah, no. That was an accident! Besides, if I beat them to death, how would I ask questions?”
“But we can talk to them, right?”
Almond pointed to the side as if to say what was he talking about.
The victim’s spirit floating there.
“Oh….”
Is that so?
Can I ask questions even if they’re dead?
Balloon Gum thought about it.
Gasp hahahaha
-That’s right
Why are the spirits’ eyes suddenly turning away? lol
-A world where you can ask questions even after dying?! This can’t be stopped!
A great discovery
It was a method worth attempting.
After all, it was a game, wasn’t it?
Any method could be deployed.
But─
“I’m joking. They’re victims, so I couldn’t do that.”
Balloon Gum was left speechless.
‘This bastard….’
-What about Gum then?
No, haha
Only the bubble gum became trash lol
haha lol
Balloon Gum ended up looking like he was seriously contemplating beating him to death.
“Ahem. Mond. How about this then?”
Balloon Gum quickly devised another method.
“Should we join a club?”
“…Pardon?”
“Well, you see. The club took those kids, right? Let’s join too.”
Balloon Gum’s thinking was as unconventional as ever.
Did this game have that much freedom?
“But which one?”
“The modeling club.”
Yet surprisingly, it was actually possible.

* * *
[Should we join a club?]
[But which one?]
[The modeling club.]
The moment those words echoed out, Manager Kim sprayed his coffee forward.
Pfft!
“…Manager Kim. What’s wrong? Did you choke?”
“C, cough… hack. Yes, yes. Just a moment of coughing… I, I’ll clean it up.”
Insane.
Manager Kim barely managed to hide his expression.
‘How did he guess it right away!?’

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