Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

“Uwaaaaaaaa!”

Hundreds of thousands of cheers converge toward one place.

A man stands tall atop the dizzyingly high peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

One who suits looking down upon the world more than anyone else.

Heavenly Demon Cheon Hae-rang.

As he reveals himself, the believers packed densely like bean sprouts in a steamer all strain their necks with bulging veins.

“Uooooooo!”

“Cult Leader!”

They say heroes appear in turbulent times.

The Heavenly Demon Cult, which had nearly perished in the war against the Orthodox Faction, was saved by Cheon Hae-rang.

The son of the previous Heavenly Demon who appeared without warning and single-handedly repelled the Murim Alliance!

The past thirty years were literally Hae-rang’s era.

Beyond being the greatest under heaven, he was evaluated as the greatest of all time, to the point where even enemies began to admire him.

“Heavenly Demon! Heavenly Demon! Heavenly Demon!”

Voices hotter than lava showed no signs of cooling down.

Only when Hae-rang raised one hand did that echo finally shatter into pieces.

The believers’ eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky.

They were anticipating what was about to unfold.

Before the formal heavenly proclamation, the new martial arts that Hae-rang always showed them!

Gooooo!

As Hae-rang drew up his internal energy, the entire mountain began to vibrate.

The vast earth shuddered under the pressure of his domineering martial arts.

Soon, brilliant energy burst forth from both of Hae-rang’s palms.

Thwack!

A massive palm strike soaring overhead.

It seemed as if it would punch a hole in the cloudless sky.

Even an ascending dragon could not compare to this energy.

“…!”

The believers who had been watching Hae-rang’s martial arts while forgetting even to breathe soon felt tremors throughout their entire bodies.

“Uoooooooo!”

“As expected of our Cult Leader!”

“Please hold my hand!”

“Please call my name!”

“Heavenly Demon! Heavenly Demon! Heavenly Demon!”

Even louder voices than before poured toward Hae-rang.

He quietly lowered the hand he had raised and clenched his fist tightly.

Tremble.

His clenched fist,

His hair that reached down to his waist,

His tightly pressed lips all trembled.

Hae-rang stood like that for a long while with his eyes closed.

‘Something… was he not satisfied with it?’

The Weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings, who had been assisting him right beside him, gulped down his saliva.

Even from his perspective as one of the Four Heavenly Kings, it had been wondrous martial arts.

Even if time stopped and he trained for a thousand years, it seemed impossible to surpass the Cult Leader.

But then why.

Why was the absolute being before his eyes trembling like that?

It wasn’t just the Four Heavenly Kings.

Among the hundreds of thousands of gathered believers, not a single one could properly understand his reaction.

It couldn’t be helped.

How could anyone dare to ask the absolute ruler who had pacified the era?

Why he trembled like a chick with malaria at moments like these?

A truth that no one could approach because no one had ever asked.

‘More…’

The current Hae-rang was simply,

‘More… passionately… louder…!’

Someone who desired attention more than anyone else.

‘Praise me!!’

Tremble.

Who could have known?

That his martial arts which had reached the pinnacle.

That his blood-scraping efforts.

That the entire process of becoming the absolute being called the Heavenly Demon!

Had been a journey solely for receiving praise.

The cheers that seemed like they would continue forever gradually diminished.

Hae-rang’s figure, soaked by the massive wave of praise, was truly magnificent.

Below his blue eyes resembling blue hydrangeas, his nose bridge rose arrogantly.

His sharp jawline was as keen as a treasured sword, and his white skin was so smooth that a fly would slip if it tried to land.

The believers watching this burst into exclamations with a different meaning than before.

“Truly beautiful beyond compare…!”

“When holding a sword, you are a beast, but when the sword is sheathed, you have the appearance of a jade-faced emperor!”

Hae-rang stood quietly with an expressionless face.

At first glance, he seemed devoid of emotion, but it was actually the opposite.

He was constantly wiggling his toes at the compliments about his appearance.

Soon, the ‘heavenly decree’ that the crowd had been waiting for came from Hae-rang’s mouth.

“Listen well.”

“Yes! Cult Leader!”

“We’re doing it for another ten years.”

“…Pardon?”

“The non-aggression pact with the Orthodox Faction. We’re extending it for another ten years.”

“Whaaaat?”

The believers’ jaws dropped as if they would touch the ground.

It couldn’t be helped.

Shouldn’t the Orthodox Faction and Unorthodox Faction be fighting each other for it to be truly enjoyable?

But Hae-rang announced yet another non-aggression pact.

A promise for the Orthodox Faction and Unorthodox Faction to get along peacefully without fighting.

“C-Cult Leader!”

The Weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings asked with a trembling voice.

“Then you’re saying we shouldn’t cause any disturbances in the Central Plains for another ten years?”

“That’s right. If I hear any sounds of fighting, you’re dead.”

“That… the thing is.”

“What. What is it.”

The Weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings could no longer hold back.

If we’ve been sitting still for thirty years, haven’t we done enough…!

He finally revealed the conviction he had harbored for so long.

“Why do you not unify the world? With your skills, Cult Leader, you could change the world right now…”

“Weakest. You speak foolishly.”

“Pardon?”

The Weakest asked back with a bewildered face.

Hae-rang sighed as if he found him pathetic.

“If everyone fights and dies, who will be left to praise me?”

“…?”

Hae-rang shook his head once and raised his voice again.

“Anyway. Don’t fight each other and get along well. If I hear that anyone has died, you know what happens, right?”

Who would dare defy whose orders?

With their wavering eyes still unsettled, the believers raised their voices.

“Yes! Cult Leader!”

Four characters that absolutely, hardly suited the Heavenly Demon Cult.

Great peace and prosperity.

Even if the landscape changed once more, it seemed the peaceful era would continue for a while.

Just as Hae-rang, having finished what he had to say, was about to take a step.

Rumble!

Thunder suddenly began to sound from the sky.

Hae-rang looked up with round eyes.

“…What’s this?”

On the spotlessly clear canvas, dark clouds were gathering thickly.

As if the gods were angered by the martial arts that had just pierced through the sky.

Rumble!

The gazes of hundreds of thousands, including Hae-rang, now looked at the hole-riddled sky.

Soon, a pure white flash struck toward the earth.

Crackle!

“Ahhh!”

“D-dodge it!”

Crash!

The believers clutched their heads and scattered in panic.

The Weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings also jumped back in retreat.

No matter how much one had learned martial arts, before natural disasters, one was merely human.

And this fact was no exception even for Hae-rang, who was called the greatest of all time.

“C… Cult Leader?”

Thud.

The knees of the Weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings touch the ground.

“He’s… gone…!”

He cannot be seen.

If he had been burned by lightning, at least ashes would remain.

Without leaving any trace whatsoever, Hae-rang had vanished.

Only the acrid lingering scent created by the striking lightning stimulated his nose.

The greatest master of all time who brought decades of peace to the blood-soaked Murim.

It was the day Cheon Hae-rang disappeared without a trace from the Murim.

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Flash!

White and black cross in Hae-rang’s vision.

Just as a white flash seemed to strike down from the sky, now a pitch-black sky spreads before his eyes.

‘The sky…? No, this is…!’

It was a river.

Jet-black river water that captured the pitch-dark night sky.

The moment he tries to recognize this, Hae-rang’s body suddenly lurches forward.

“Whoa…!”

At this rate, he would inevitably fall into the river water.

However, Hae-rang snorted and quickly rolled his eyes.

Swoosh!

He quickly reached out toward the long object visible before his eyes.

His body, tilted upside down, made one large rotation.

Hae-rang looked down below while dangling precariously.

“What… is this situation?”

It was strange in many ways.

Normally, he would have used the Heavenly Demon Divine Art to leap through the air.

But Hae-rang instinctively realized that his body wasn’t the same as before.

Didn’t even simply hanging like this feel burdensome?

The Heavenly Demon, Hae-rang, quickly reached a conclusion.

This wasn’t his body.

“Heave!”

Hae-rang used the momentum from his waist to flip his body.

When he turned his body around, he was in exactly the position just before jumping into the river.

“…!”

Hae-rang, who had learned all kinds of martial arts postures, immediately grasped the intention.

Then he snorted once again.

‘Was he trying to take his own life?’

Suicide.

It was an absurd and foolish thing.

Once you die, you can no longer hear praise.

A square nameplate came into Hae-rang’s vision as he adjusted his posture.

“Yanghua… Bridge.”

How curious.

Though they were clearly unfamiliar characters, reading them wasn’t difficult.

It seemed that what had changed wasn’t just his body.

Hae-rang suddenly plopped down on the ground and sat cross-legged.

‘Whatever shape this world takes, understanding myself comes first.’

He checked the condition of his new body.

The Heavenly Demon Divine Art that had enabled him to pacify the Murim.

He summoned that energy within his body.

Unfortunately, the unfamiliar new body wasn’t the only thing he wasn’t used to.

‘Is this meager amount all there is?’

A single grain of millet discovered with great difficulty in a desert.

That was about all the Internal Energy remaining to Hae-rang now.

Hae-rang, who had been called the greatest master of all time, had become a beginner overnight.

“This has become troublesome.”

Hae-rang scratched his head.

With only this level of martial arts, he couldn’t receive people’s praise.

He had to find a way somehow to earn the masses’ admiration.

Attention and acclaim.

That was Hae-rang’s sole motivation.

Though he was placed in an unknown world, his principle was extremely simple.

Thump!

Was it because he used martial arts in an unfamiliar body?

His heart beat violently, then suddenly information began entering Hae-rang’s mind one by one.

‘A life flashing before one’s eyes?’

No.

These weren’t Hae-rang’s memories.

The memory of the guy who tried to jump into the river.

His life gradually flowed into him.

Cheon Hae-rang.

Coincidentally, this guy had the same name as himself.

His appearance was also very similar to his past life self.

However, there was ultimately a difference between him and Hae-rang,

“This guy… was afflicted by heart demons.”

Heart demons.

To express it in terms of this era, depression.

That was the reason he tried to jump off the bridge.

This world’s Cheon Hae-rang ultimately chose to part with the world due to a mental illness.

‘And what appeared in his place is this body.’

Those who have passed do not return.

From now on, Hae-rang would live this guy’s life.

‘Then what kind of life should I pursue from now on?’

Hae-rang’s goal doesn’t distinguish between time and space.

Attention and praise.

That alone was the driving force that made the Heavenly Demon move.

‘However, it seems the old methods won’t work.’

Hae-rang examined the current era.

He couldn’t receive praise by using martial arts to duel with others like before.

He would only be punished instead.

No matter how bad someone was, beating them up directly would land him in prison.

‘That would be troublesome.’

If he became a criminal, praise would be out of the question.

Hae-rang quickly began adapting to this world’s rules.

“Then…”

Who in this world resembles the Heavenly Demon?

Someone who receives the attention and praise of crowds like the Heavenly Demon.

“That bastard! That bastard!”

“Damn! What are the ghosts doing! Not taking that guy away.”

At that moment, the passersby’s gazes turned toward one place.

A large electronic billboard installed on the rooftop of a huge building.

Everyone called out his name while fixing their gaze on it.

‘Perfect.’

Hae-rang grabbed a passing pedestrian.

“Excuse me.”

“Yes? Me?”

A girl wearing glasses stopped walking and took off her headphones.

“Many people are paying attention to that person, is he someone who receives a lot of praise?”

On the large electronic billboard Hae-rang pointed to, elderly people wearing Mugunghwa Gold Badges were appearing.

“What? What kind of crazy talk…”

The girl scrunched up her face as if it was absurd.

Hae-rang pointed to a different screen.

“Then, what about that person appearing now?”

“That bastard…”

A composite sketch of a coin scammer appeared on the billboard news screen.

“Hah… Praise… You’re right about that.”

“Is that so?”

“Getting beaten up.”

“…?”

“You look normal, so what’s with that question? It’s not like you’re a ghost who died from not receiving praise.”

“It’s a very important matter to me.”

The girl with glasses let out a deep sigh and suddenly pulled out a smartphone from her pocket.

“This is a broadcast I watch, do you know Pung-il?”

“Pung-il?”

“Did you come from the Joseon Era? You don’t know streamer Pung-il? He’s the person with the highest subscribers among gamers.”

“Then, he must receive a lot of praise.”

Hae-rang’s eyes looking at the smartphone lit up brightly.

“More than just a lot? Streamers even receive praise through donations.”

“What is this ‘donate’ thing?”

“It’s sponsorship, sponsorship! It means getting paid to receive compliments!”

At those words, Hae-rang’s eyes widened greatly.

“There’s such an amazing thing in this world? They give you money for giving compliments?”

“Yes, yes. Just in time, there’s an ad coming up, so you can watch that screen. Well then.”

Perhaps worried he might ask more questions, the glasses-wearing girl quickly brushed past Hae-rang.

Fortunately, there was no chance of the glasses-wearing girl being detained.

Hae-rang’s gaze was fixed on the streamer in the screen as if nailed there.

“That is…?”

The game that the streamer on screen was advertising.

Flames danced wildly, and movements faster than light filled the screen.

Those with their own unique skills showed off flashy actions as if flaunting them.

Breathtaking tension could be felt piercing through the screen to his skin.

“…It’s similar.”

Hae-rang discovered his past life within the screen.

The name of that life was precisely the ‘Battlefield.’

They brilliantly embroidered their respective Martial Techniques.

They proved their worth through duels with others.

Now that he looked at it, a world no different from Murim was unfolding before his eyes.

“Streamer.”

In an instant.

Hae-rang’s expression returned to the past.

The world where streamers lived.

It was a world all too familiar to him.

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