Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

“This can’t be….”

Hae-rang doubted his own eyes.

Throughout the entire ‘Story Mode’, there had only been two viewers.

But right after his match against ‘Joint’.

【Current Viewers: 108】

The viewer count had grown to three digits.

-Uhyo! The Joint Group came to visit!

-Tell the truth. You cloned your genes and made a new account, right?

-A newbie beat Joint. How did you do it?

-Did you really make this account for the first time today?

-I came because I heard there was a fun smell here.

-Who is it? Who made that fun sound?

“Everyone, really… thank you.”

Hae-rang moved his cursor toward Zangief with a slightly emotional voice.

People who went through the trouble to deliberately find his broadcast.

The praise they were sending.

Hae-rang felt full even without eating.

“Since you all came here on purpose, I’ll work even harder.”

Then he selected Zangief and entered ‘Story Mode’.

-Huh. You beat Joint and now you’re doing Story Mode again?

-It wasn’t a concept, it was real?

-So now we’re watching the spoon killer? Crushing computers with just basic attacks

-Look at Zangief’s damage. Is there really such a big spoon in the world?

-It’s a spoon alright, but it weighs like a thousand pounds lol

-Cheongeunsos hahahahaha lol hahahaha

Still choosing Zangief.

Still playing Story Mode.

Some viewers showed disappointment, but they too soon became captivated by Hae-rang’s broadcast.

-Wow, shit. He really doesn’t get hit once.

-After playing this much, shouldn’t he get hit at least a few times by luck?

-How many consecutive Perfects is this now?

-He doesn’t even have evasion skills, yet he won’t even allow guard damage

-With hitboxes that big, how does he dodge?

-LMAOOO what kind of domain expansion is this?

-Wow, he just dodged by a paper-thin margin again.

-This is the first time I’ve enjoyed watching Story Mode.

It wasn’t simply overwhelming champions by spamming skills with good frames.

He dodged by measuring the opponent’s range to the extreme limit, and counterattacked by splitting frame units.

Street Fighting, which seemed stale and lacking in fresh entertainment.

Surprisingly, over a hundred viewers were watching the ‘Comp Crushing’ as if mesmerized.

Just as Hae-rang was continuing his Perfect march using grab combos.

Paat!

“Hm?”

Suddenly, Hae-rang’s vision was dyed in darkness.

And after a moment.

The glass cover lifted and all his senses returned to reality.

Pshii!

“…Did it kick me out?”

Hae-rang swept back his wet hair and stood up from his seat.

There are several cases when you get kicked out of a game you’re playing.

Either the machine has an error.

Or the internet connection is cut.

Or else you get Anti-Shocked like Joint.

Just then, the door burst open and Mother came in.

“Hae-rang. Are you okay?”

“Ah. Yes.”

“Smoke suddenly started flowing out through the door crack, so I was startled. What happened?”

Hae-rang swept his wet hair back and looked toward the capsule.

“I was just playing a game. Though they said it was long for a first time.”

“Who said that?”

“My viewers.”

“Oh my. You said it was your first time today, but you already have viewers? That’s amazing.”

Mother smiled brightly and approached the capsule machine.

At the sudden praise attack, Hae-rang held his trembling body together.

“Oh my. There’s an overclock warning? Why is this happening?”

“Overclock?”

“Mom doesn’t know exactly either. But all machines are similar. It seems like the capsule got overloaded because information it couldn’t handle accumulated.”

“Overload….”

“Your wet hair also seems to be from the simple heat. There’s no particular pain anywhere, right?”

“Yes. I think so.”

“That’s a relief.”

The question was somewhat resolved.

But another question bloomed in Hae-rang’s mind.

“When you helped with the installation last time too. Mother, you seem to know everything about machines. Did you perhaps used to be a streamer?”

“Oh my. This child.”

Mother covered her mouth with her hand while lowering her beautifully wrinkled eyes.

“Still, it feels good. It seems like my son is finally taking interest in mom’s work. Thank you.”

“Kuk…”

Hae-rang shivered once more, and Mother patted his shoulder before leaving the room.

Along with words saying that the cooling system would normalize over time, so he should cool down both the machine and his body.

* * *

“What does this bastard take me for…”

A voice lacking authority despite his words.

A man with a deflated balloon-like physique and dark circles as dark as an abyss.

Choi Gang-sik furrowed his brow.

“Even if I sold it cheap. Do you think I would have given you a defective product?”

“I didn’t say it was a defective product. I said there seemed to be something wrong with the capsule.”

“That’s the same thing.”

Choi Gang-sik gulped down the iced americano placed in front of him.

He wondered what grand story he was called to the cafe for, but overclocking.

It was a nuance that subtly suspected him.

“I can assure you, that product is practically brand new except for the opened box.”

“How can you be so certain?”

“That’s the machine from Room 7. Because not a single customer has used Room 7. Damn. Let me wipe my tears for a moment.”

“Then it’s even stranger.”

Hae-rang took a sip of green tea and tilted his head slightly.

“They say overclocking only happens with old, outdated models. But as Gang-si hyung said, the capsule machines in the store are all new, aren’t they.”

“It’s Gang-sik, not Gang-si, you bastard.”

“The game I played was Street Fighting. It wasn’t even an extremely high-spec game. That’s why I felt it was strange.”

“Hmm…”

It was certainly a strange occurrence.

The capsule room that Choi Gang-sik had ambitiously set up.

He had set it up with the best specifications available at that time.

“You, how many hours did you say you played?”

“About six hours.”

“Under normal circumstances, there shouldn’t be any problems with the product after that amount of time… Wait. What did you say?”

“Pardon?”

“You played for six hours? On your first day of broadcasting?”

“Yes. Actually, I was going to play a bit more at night, but I just slept because I was worried the machine might break.”

“Huh. What kind of creature are you exactly? Usually people can’t last more than an hour when they first turn on a capsule game.”

“I don’t know. It just worked out fine for me.”

Choi Gang-sik became genuinely curious.

The mystery of the ‘tutorial’ that had been done in his store still hadn’t been resolved.

“You definitely defeated Gyeon-rang while playing Fist of the North Star, right?”

“Yes.”

“While achieving over a thousand critical combos.”

“Yes.”

“Do you know what your score was that day?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Nine nine nine nine nine nine nine nine nine.”

“Why are you suddenly acting like a pigeon?”

“It’s numbers, you bastard! A score that’s one digit short of a billion. Do you know how amazing this is? Fist of the North Star doesn’t have a score of one billion. Literally, it means you achieved the highest possible score in the tutorial.”

“I see.”

“I see? That’s your entire reaction? You don’t seem to understand how amazing this is – you set a world record in ‘Fist of the North Star’.”

Getting excited while talking, Choi Gang-sik drained the rest of his coffee in one gulp.

“That’s why I told you to create an account first. Do you know how much time that takes?”

“What’s so important about creating an account?”

“The record doesn’t get saved! After you finished the tutorial, that insane record just got reset.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you know what they said when I talked about your record on the game community?”

Choi Gang-sik snorted with a rotten smile.

“They said the owner went crazy after his business failed. Nobody saw Gyeon-rang fall. They said cases of scores exceeding 100 million are rare, let alone 900 million.”

“You must have felt wronged since nobody believed you.”

“Don’t even get me started. I clearly saw it with my own two eyes, but there’s no evidence. Nobody believes me. So here’s what I’m thinking.”

Life suddenly returned to Choi Gang-sik’s sunken eyes.

“Come to our store and do the tutorial one more time. Now that you have an account, the record will be saved. I can’t keep browsing the community feeling this wronged.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Think? What’s there to think about?”

“I’m not interested in beating an opponent I’ve already defeated. Nobody praises that kind of thing.”

“What kind of bullsh…”

The rest of his words

didn’t continue.

Because Hae-rang suddenly stood up from his seat.

“Let’s go. There’s somewhere we need to go together.”

* * *

“Thank you. Please make sure to check it out later!”

The hair salon stylist came out to see them off at the door.

After checking Hae-rang’s mask earlier, she made an offer as soon as their eyes met.

She’d give him an 80% discount if he’d let her post photos on the store’s social media.

With the condition that his face must be visible.

Hae-rang’s appearance after the stylist’s touch was as magnificent as a well-sharpened sword.

“The world really is unfair.”

Choi Gang-sik, walking alongside him, suddenly burst out in complaint.

“Some people have to make reservations in advance and use telecom discounts just to get a 10% discount. You basically got it almost free with just one photo?”

“Actually, I was planning to take the photo even without the discount.”

“Why? Were you hoping viewers might find you after seeing the photo?”

“No. Didn’t she say she hadn’t seen anyone this handsome recently? That’s quite a compliment.”

“…What? So you fell for being told you’re somewhat good-looking?”

“She gave me a compliment, so I should return the favor if I can.”

“Ha. You’re something else.”

“Thank you.”

Why is it

that talking with this guy makes me feel like I’m the weird one?

Choi Gang-sik groaned and then asked.

“Ugh. Anyway, why did you ask me to come to the hair salon with you?”

“It was my first time going to a hair salon.”

“Then until now… did you cut it yourself at home?”

“Well… let’s say that’s right.”

There’s no need to explain various things related to his past life.

Hae-rang brushed it off appropriately and changed the subject.

“Gang-si hyung. Your store failed, so you’re free now, right?”

“What? Is this punk daring to mock his hyung?”

Choi Gang-sik scowled at the sudden diss.

Damn bastard.

But since it was true, he had nothing to say in response.

He had been lying in his corner of room picking his nose until Hae-rang contacted him.

The two walked through a nearby park, an unlikely pair.

“Let’s sit on that bench for a moment.”

“What are you planning to say this time to piss me off?”

Choi Gang-sik grumbled but plopped down in his seat.

“Now I’ll get to the main point.”

“The hair salon wasn’t the main point?”

“No way, I couldn’t call Gang-si hyung over something so trivial.”

“Hmm. Fine. What’s this serious matter you want to discuss?”

A refreshing smile crossed Hae-rang’s lips.

Back when he led the massive organization called the Heavenly Demon Cult.

It was the expression he wore when recruiting talent.

“Please become my manager.”

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