Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 125

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Chapter 125

 

Regressor.

 

Or time traveler.

 

That’s what people usually call someone who has returned to the past.

 

Da-hong felt like she had become a time traveler right now.

 

“Haaaah!”

 

Crack! Thud!

 

Every time she threw a punch or kicked, a sense of defeat lingered.

 

Because the feeling of defeat from that day, which she had barely managed to forget, was slowly resurfacing.

 

“Alberto…”

 

Grind.

 

She ground her teeth roughly.

 

2040 World Virtual Game Championship (WVC: World Virtualgame Championship).

 

In the abbreviated ‘Capsule Cup’, Da-hong had suffered a crushing defeat to Italian gamer Alberto.

 

Not only that, but she had also been sexually harassed while having Kiroi’s weaknesses pointed out.

 

【K.O.!】

 

Da-hong had now returned to that bitter past.

 

To be more precise, she was trapped in Hae-rang’s play that was ‘recreating’ the past.

 

Whoosh!

 

Both capsules opened simultaneously.

 

Hae-rang got up from his seat, but the other side remained motionless.

 

It looked like she couldn’t escape from the shock of complete defeat.

 

If Da-hong had returned to a time in the past, outside the capsule there were those whose time had stopped.

 

The people who had watched Hae-rang’s play had frozen like a still frame.

 

Step, step.

 

Hae-rang passed by the people who had hardened like stone statues.

 

He sat on the sofa in a familiar posture and savored his Ssanghwa Tea.

 

“Hae, Hae-rang.”

 

The warm and pungent aroma of the Ssanghwa Tea awakened Mini Sunglasses’ consciousness.

 

Joint, who had awakened from the ice, approaches Hae-rang.

 

“You. Didn’t you just reach Conqueror recently?”

 

“Yes. A few days ago.”

 

“But when did your Iron Fist skills improve this much? This is even Iron Fist Nine, isn’t it?”

 

The longer one dedicates themselves to a field, the more apparent its value becomes.

 

Joint’s amazed gaze turns toward Hae-rang.

 

This Guy is good at Iron Fist.

 

But that was a story that applied to ‘Iron Fist Seven’.

 

Even with the same Iron Fist, the fighting mechanics change drastically between series.

 

The game Hae-rang played just now was Iron Fist Nine.

 

It was the latest version with many changes compared to Seven.

 

“It’s hard to say my skills improved. I’m still adapting to it myself.”

 

“Hieek.”

 

Joint startles and turns his head.

 

Worried that Da-hong might have heard this conversation.

 

“If you adapt twice more, you’ll become world champion, you bastard.”

 

Hae-rang smiled slightly at Joint’s words.

 

He knows what intention lies behind those words.

 

But that was the only way he could explain it.

 

“It was a match with greatly reduced variables. You can’t say I’m good at Iron Fist Nine based on just this.”

 

“Well. In a way, that’s true.”

 

Hae-rang and Da-hong had made a contract.

 

Da-hong would tutor Hae-rang about the maps in ‘Survival Ground’,

 

and Hae-rang promised to copy any Iron Fist character she wanted.

 

Copy.

 

Playing by perfectly mimicking a specific Gamer’s habits or patterns.

 

That was one of the things Hae-rang was best at in his previous life.

 

[Hueoeoeoeo! How can so many plum blossoms bloom from that person’s sword!]

 

[You, you scoundrel! Can you not stop! Buddha’s Divine Palm is not a martial art that impious ones can use!]

 

[This is the Namgung Family’s secret technique! Brother Namgung, no, Brother Heavenly Demon, how do you know this?]

 

Secret techniques of sects that could only be imitated by understanding martial learning that had reached its peak.

 

For Hae-rang, who had been able to follow them without much difficulty,

 

‘copying’ in such limited situations was not a difficult task.

 

“The only thing I know how to do is Reina against Kiroi. If I meet other characters, I’ll go back to being a beginner.”

 

Therefore, it was hard to say his skills had improved.

 

Even with this reasonably valid explanation, Joint clicked his tongue.

 

“No matter how few the variables are, not just anyone can imitate the movements of a National Representative Pro Gamer. You need similar reflexes at the very least.”

 

“I’m not sure about fighting at one hundred percent power, but with an old model machine, it’s not much of a problem.”

 

“Old model machine… Are you saying our studio facilities are crappy?”

 

“Could I ask for one more cup of Ssanghwa Tea?”

 

“Don’t change the subject! You bastard!”

 

Hae-rang and Da-hong sparred once again at Joint’s Studio.

 

It would have been nice if they could practice with Private Capsules instead of ‘old model capsules’ as Hae-rang had said,

 

but places that owned two such expensive facilities were rare.

 

Moreover, aside from equipment, there was the most important factor: ‘security.’

 

Without the viewers or other Singularities knowing.

 

They sought to improve their skills in a place where information wouldn’t leak.

 

In Murim, this was called secluded training.

 

“Hup-cha!”

 

Da-hong, who had been sitting motionlessly in the capsule, suddenly stood up energetically.

 

Today, she hadn’t beaten Hae-rang even once.

 

Though she hadn’t used one hundred percent output due to the capsule’s limitations, the same was true for Hae-rang.

 

Iron Fist Seven was one thing, but suffering such a complete defeat in Nine was bound to be shocking.

 

However, Da-hong had no intention of creating a gloomy atmosphere because of herself.

 

“Are you alright? Da-hong?”

 

Joint, who was personally bringing Ssanghwa Tea, asked urgently.

 

A cold wind swept across Da-hong’s face.

 

“I’m fucking annoyed.”

“I’m so freaking annoyed.”

“Ah….”

 

But that was only for a moment.

 

Da-hong sat down on the sofa with a playful smile.

 

Then she turned her head and stared at Hae-rang.

 

“This stress is no joke, you know? I asked you to Copy Reina, not to Copy her PTSD too.”

 

“I was just responding with all my heart and sincerity.”

 

“I know. I’m grateful for that. So very, very grateful.”

 

“Kuk.”

 

Hae-rang’s hand, which was reaching for the Ssanghwa Tea, suddenly spasmed.

 

Because of that, some Ssanghwa Tea splashed onto Joint’s hand.

 

“Ah, hot!!”

 

“Oh my.”

 

Da-hong looked back and forth between the two with rabbit-like eyes.

 

Hae-rang, who had endured the Surprise Worship, soon regained his composure.

 

“I’m fine now.”

 

“I’m not fine, you bastard! Agh, it’s hot!”

 

Joint burst out in frustration.

 

Regardless, Hae-rang skillfully received the Ssanghwa Tea.

 

“Aren’t you drinking any, Da-hong?”

 

“I’m fine. I’m already burning with a thousand fires inside.”

 

Her lips were smiling, but her eyes were blazing.

 

Take away the competitive spirit from Singularity and they’re no different from a corpse.

 

She replayed her past defeats in her mind.

 

“Will you tell me honestly?”

 

“Tell you what?”

 

“Even if we had opened up one hundred percent to each other, the result would have been the same, right?”

 

If it had been a private capsule instead of an old model machine,

 

what would the outcome of this match have been?

 

She asked with the desperation of grasping at straws.

 

However, Hae-rang’s answer was sharp as a blade.

 

“Yes. There wouldn’t have been any difference.”

 

“Haah.”

 

Da-hong buried her head and let out a deep sigh that seemed to sink into the ground.

 

Her neatly dried hair had somehow become completely disheveled.

 

“I don’t know what meaning there is in becoming a National Representative. If we suffer a crushing defeat at the Capsule Cup again this time, I can’t even imagine how terrible the aftermath will be.”

 

“Is the gap between overseas Singularities and domestic ones really that large?”

 

“Hae-rang, you just showed it yourself.”

 

She smiled bitterly as she picked up her coffee cup.

 

Her eyes trembled greatly as she was about to drink without thinking.

 

Instead of the rich aroma of coffee, the smell of herbal medicine wafted up.

 

“That’s mine.”

 

“Oh. I’m sorry. I’m not in my right mind right now.”

 

“There’s no need to be so discouraged. Alberto’s Reina isn’t completely flawless either.”

 

“Really?!”

 

Da-hong shot up from her seat.

 

Her voice was so loud.

 

Her movement was so sudden that everyone around stared at her.

 

“Ah. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”

 

Da-hong’s face turned red as she lowered her body like a folding trunk.

 

But her widened eyes didn’t return to normal anytime soon.

 

“You’re saying there’s a way to counter Alberto’s Reina?”

 

“That’s what I think. It’s just a hypothesis, of course.”

 

“Hypothesis or whatever, I don’t care. Last time, Hae-rang helped me bounce back by teaching me about Kiroi. So this time too…!”

 

She was so excited that her speech seemed to have doubled in speed.

 

But her words couldn’t continue to the end.

 

There was one thing she had overlooked,

 

and that was ‘time’.

 

“The week has… all passed.”

 

Taking turns nicely, you once and me once.

 

That was the contract between the two.

 

One week to learn the maps of ‘PUBG’,

 

one week for Iron Fist sparring.

 

Two weeks had passed like this, and the number of sparring sessions remaining between them was

 

zero.

 

Clench.

 

Da-hong’s fist resting on her knee tightened with force.

 

No.

 

You have to endure it, Da-hong.

 

You weren’t originally this kind of person.

 

A pathetic and desperate appearance doesn’t suit Ye Da-hong!

 

But her inherent competitive spirit suppressed everything else.

 

With an unprecedented servile smile, Da-hong asked in a crawling voice.

 

“By any chance, is there anything more you’d like to know about Survival Ground maps?”

 

“No. Thanks to Da-hong giving her best effort for a week, I’ve now mastered the ranked match maps.”

 

“Then, how about coming to my house and trying out the Private Capsule? You’ve never used one before.”

 

“Not a Private one, but I have tried a High-End Capsule. During the ambassador event.”

 

“Ah… You had that experience then.”

 

Da-hong fidgeted with her fingers with an embarrassed face.

 

This really wasn’t a familiar situation for her.

 

Meanwhile,

 

‘What is this situation?’

 

Even Joint, who was watching, felt like he was experiencing a new world.

 

Singularity, known for having noses higher than the sky.

 

Among them, Da-hong, who was called the ‘Blade Queen’, was showing an incredibly humble attitude.

 

She didn’t even hesitate to invite him to her own home.

 

Once you knew the reason, it was even more shocking.

 

The reason she was being so considerate of Hae-rang was ‘to learn the game’!

 

‘This would be overseas news material. Overseas news material.’

 

Was he oblivious?

 

Or did he really not need anything?

 

By now, anyone should be able to understand,

 

but Hae-rang’s response was as cold as a wall made of ice.

 

“Hae-rang. Don’t be like that, why don’t you tell us if there’s something you need?”

 

When Joint helped from the side, Da-hong’s eyes sparkled with gratitude.

 

Hae-rang closed his mouth for a moment.

 

It seemed like he was finally thinking about it,

 

or perhaps he was deliberately taking his time.

 

“I do have a proposal for Ms. Da-hong.”

 

“Oh! Please tell me anything!”

 

“I’ll tell you about it when we return to Korea.”

 

“Eh? What is that…?”

 

“We can’t start training right away anyway. We’re departing tomorrow.”

 

“That’s true. You’re right about that.”

 

Da-hong, calming her excitement, pressed her lips together tightly.

 

Hae-rang was right.

 

Right now, the more urgent it was, the more they needed to go back.

 

She couldn’t be distracted from a schedule that paid enormous fees.

 

“Then tomorrow. See you at the airport.”

 

The test schedule officially invited by ‘Gonau Soft’.

 

Hae-rang and Da-hong’s trip to America was right around the corner.

 

* * *

 

“Ugh, so cold.”

 

White breath rose in wisps.

 

Dawn in winter, supposedly the coldest time of the year.

 

Even before daybreak, quite a crowd had gathered at Incheon Airport.

 

There was information that ten Singularities would be departing the country.

 

Gaming media companies quickly dispatched their staff.

 

Not just one or two people either.

 

Such a large-scale gathering of Singularities in one place rarely happened except for international tournaments.

 

“They’re coming! Here!”

 

Reporters who had rushed through the dawn roads for coverage.

 

Among them was Eun Min-seop from GameSpot.

 

As if showing off their prestige,

 

large vans of various colors arrived at Incheon Airport one after another.

 

And the moment the doors slid open,

 

“Please give us a comment!”

 

“Hey! Don’t push!”

 

“We’re from Minguk Daily!”

 

The airport entrance became complete chaos.

 

Eun Min-seop wanted to thrust his camera forward too, but his luck was bad.

 

The Singularities had gotten out of their cars at the spot farthest from where he was standing.

 

With his small build, Eun Min-seop couldn’t break through the press corps that had swarmed like clouds.

 

“Damn it. It’s already hard enough to get even one photo.”

 

Thud thud.

 

Just then, there was a passerby walking past the noisy group.

 

Normally, Eun Min-seop would have just let him pass.

 

If he hadn’t remembered seeing him take down Polar Bear a few days ago, that is.

 

“Huh…?”

 

Gwanjong Cheonma, Cheon Hae-rang.

 

Toward him who appeared at the airport dragging a stylish suitcase,

 

Eun Min-seop hurriedly ran out.

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