Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 130

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Chapter 130

 

“What… what?”

 

The expression “eyes about to pop out” wasn’t an exaggeration.

 

Jo Sang-jin and several other Singularities

 

looked like that would actually happen if you flicked the back of their heads.

 

Mouths hanging wide open.

 

Fingers trembling finely.

 

Heads clutched in both hands.

 

Even Kim Si-hwan, who had carefully dyed his hair white, was pulling at his hair just the same.

 

Various types of reactions filled the interior of the test site.

 

The reason was only one.

 

It was because of Gwanjong Cheonma’s record from just moments ago.

 

“Dorothy! Dorothy!”

 

Jo Sang-jin called her with an agitated voice.

 

“Yes. Please speak, Mr. Jo Sang-jin.”

 

“Did I hear that correctly just now? Did Cheon Hae-rang just clear level 8?!”

 

“Yes. He passed level 8 according to the information displayed on the screen.”

 

“That doesn’t make sense! Why did only that guy start at level 8! We’ve been grinding from level 1!”

 

“Setting the initial level is entirely up to the tester’s discretion. We should have informed you of the setup method in advance, right?”

 

“Something’s seriously wrong here, isn’t it? How can that guy clear level 8 when all of us couldn’t? Isn’t there a problem with the machine or program?”

 

Snap.

 

A vein popped up beside her diagonally cut bangs.

 

She could tolerate other things, but she couldn’t stand hearing that the game was flawed.

 

“Mr. Jo. May I say something?”

 

“Say what!”

 

“The translation tool provided to you all at all times offers various functions. It can tell whether you’re using Korean honorifics or casual speech.”

 

“So what’s your point!”

 

“I don’t know why you’re so angry, but I’d appreciate it if you could maintain mutual courtesy. When I address you, I don’t call you ‘Mr. Round-off,’ do I?”

 

“Fucking hell! Are you done talking?”

 

It was when Jo Sang-jin stepped forward and spat out curses.

 

Swoosh.

 

Someone stretched out their arm and blocked his path.

 

Kim Si-hwan smiled with his long eyes and spoke in a whisper.

 

“Stop embarrassing yourself and sit down.”

 

“You…!”

 

Jo Sang-jin glared at Kim Si-hwan with puffed cheeks.

 

But soon he lowered his eyes and slumped into his chair.

 

Kim Si-hwan was one thing, but the gazes of the surrounding Singularities looking at him were far from kind.

 

“Damn it…”

 

In fact, the other Singularities weren’t feeling comfortable either.

 

They naturally thought it would be level 1 since it was the first round.

 

But he chose level 8 from the start and cleared it as if it were natural.

 

The shock was much greater than when they were outperformed in yesterday’s compatibility test.

 

Back then, he hadn’t actually shown anything through the game.

 

They had been consoling themselves that even if he had good compatibility with the machine, things would be different once in-game.

 

It was a kind of mental victory.

 

But the merciless Hae-rang had shattered even their mental victory.

 

‘I don’t understand. I absolutely don’t understand.’

 

Kim Si-hwan’s burning eyes turned toward the screen.

 

He had similar thoughts to Da-hong.

 

How could he respond to such a situation all at once?

 

It was a sense that couldn’t be adapted to without experiencing fierce combat in childhood,

 

yet Hae-rang moved his hands and feet as if he had ‘experienced it before.’

 

As a result, the sensation that Da-hong and Kim Si-hwan felt was close to the correct answer.

 

For Hae-rang, this game was simply the past that he had repeated countless times.

 

* * *

 

【Level 9 test will now commence.】

 

Whooom!

 

Hae-rang’s arms and legs became a little heavier.

 

No, should I say they became more difficult?

 

‘Gonau Soft’ said they sharpened their blades while developing this game,

 

and I think I understand what they meant.

 

‘It really feels like I’ve returned to the past.’

 

Little Cheon Hae-rang who honed martial arts at the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.

 

His childhood when calluses formed before he could even hold a brush came to mind naturally.

 

So it was familiar.

 

So it was easy.

 

He just had to follow what he did before.

 

That was exactly why he had expressed confidence to Da-hong regarding this stage.

 

“Hap!”

 

Nostalgia came over him every time he fought with the young boy before his eyes.

 

The young boy was a Spartan.

 

He wore cloth garments that exposed one shoulder, and his hair was shaved so close it had a blue tint.

 

Even that appearance was similar to his childhood memories.

 

At the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, they had to shave their heads until a certain age.

 

If there was any difference, it was the color of the martial arts uniform he wore.

 

And the ‘overwhelming difference in skill.’

 

Thwack!

 

Thud!

 

Hae-rang from his previous life had been a promising sprout from the beginning.

 

Even his eyes watching his opponent’s movements exuded a wild feeling.

 

Agile limb movements and naturally strong bones.

 

Boys of this age were originally known for excellent stamina,

 

but if they were Tesla electric car batteries, this side was closer to a small nuclear reactor.

 

“Hap!”

 

Hae-rang’s straight punch was simple and crude.

 

But that’s why there was little loss of power.

 

The poor performance of the Singularities was not unrelated to this.

 

Basically pursuing flashy movements, they repeated motions that the young boy’s body couldn’t support.

 

That’s why their targets kept missing and their bodies became heavy.

 

Of course, Hae-rang had no intention of sharing such useful tips.

 

Twenty-five million won is a lot of money.

 

Thwack!

 

Hae-rang’s short and sharp straight punch hits his opponent once again.

 

The unconscious young boy collapsed against Hae-rang’s body.

 

【Stage Clear! Cheon Hae-rang has passed Level 9!】

 

The EX Machine’s soundproofing was perfect.

 

Unless you deliberately opened the audio, each other’s voices could never be heard.

 

But even so, he could feel it.

 

The rustling, external commotion.

 

【’Dorothy’ is requesting external communication.】

 

【’Gwanjong Cheonma’ has accepted.】

 

“Cheon Hae-rang. Now only the final Level 10 remains. How is your condition?”

 

“Comfortable. This really is a good machine.”

 

“Haha. I wish the others would say the same thing. Are you planning to challenge the remaining Level 10 right now?”

 

“Yes. I’ll proceed immediately.”

 

Perhaps because the external audio was connected, a long sigh could be heard from far away.

 

The owner of that sound was Singularity.

 

They must be desperately hoping that the gap wouldn’t widen any further.

 

But Hae-rang had no intention of stopping midway.

 

This was already a battlefield advantageous to him.

 

The goal was to create a huge gap here and accumulate many points.

 

【Starting the test!】

 

Whooom!

 

Hae-rang’s body became young once again.

 

Now he had become about a span smaller than the young boy in front of him.

 

Being born even a few months earlier makes a tremendous difference at this age.

 

But Hae-rang felt more at ease instead.

 

“Now it’s become completely identical.”

 

When he claimed victory in the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult’s under-8 fighting tournament.

 

At that time, Hae-rang wasn’t even seven years old.

 

One might think that a fighting tournament would be too harsh for such a young boy,

 

but that’s a story from an ordinary world.

 

In the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, being young is no excuse for defeat.

 

Even if it’s a six-year-old little kid whose nose is chapped from constantly running snot.

 

“Ha!”

 

The movements of the Young Boy he faced had become faster and stronger.

 

That wasn’t actually the case.

 

It was just that the senses of the boy, now 10 levels younger, perceived it that way.

 

Finally, Hae-rang was able to face the perfect past.

 

Swish!

 

The Young Boy’s Tang Hand grazed past Hae-rang’s cheek.

 

It was probably around this time.

 

That Ultimate Evasion wasn’t about dodging comfortably from a distance.

 

It was about evading so narrowly that the opponent would mistake it for ‘making contact.’

 

Making them let their guard down for just a moment – that could truly be called Ultimate Evasion.

 

Hae-rang had instinctively mastered this fact before he was even seven years old.

 

“Huk!”

 

The flustered Young Boy’s pupils came clearly into Hae-rang’s view.

 

It really was a well-made Game.

 

The reaction of the boy who had been runner-up in the past was exactly like This Guy.

 

An opponent who had failed in his Attack and completely exposed his upper body.

 

Hae-rang opened his clenched Fist.

 

Then, forming a knife-hand shape, he struck the Young Boy’s nape.

 

Thwack!

 

“Kuk…!”

 

The Young Boy’s pupils lost their strength.

 

Then he collapsed against Hae-rang’s body as if crumbling.

 

Thud.

 

Hae-rang supported his body.

 

And carefully laid the fallen young boy down on the ground.

 

A repeated action that had continued since the 8th round.

 

If possible, he had wanted to do this every time in his previous life too.

 

The children who grew up in the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult were raised in an extremely harsh environment.

 

If you supported a fallen opponent, you received punishment instead of praise.

 

Nevertheless, Hae-rang helped his opponents, and was sentenced to prison instead of receiving prize money.

 

‘It’s all in the past.’

 

Because the Heavenly Demon Cult was so ruthless, he chose to change it.

 

Now they no longer forced snot-nosed little children into cruel combat.

 

They no longer handed out punishments for showing mercy to the defeated.

 

It took a very long time for the Heavenly Demon Cult to become like that.

 

‘And perhaps…’

 

Wouldn’t such an organization be needed in this era too?

 

It’s nearly impossible to bring change to places filled with privileged consciousness.

 

It would be better to create an entirely new game board.

 

So Hae-rang was thinking of pursuing new changes.

 

Just like when he had newly established the Heavenly Demon Cult back then.

 

【Stage Clear! ‘Gwanjong Cheonma’ has passed Level 10!】

 

【Gwanjong Cheonma has passed the final level!】

 

【There are no more levels to clear in this stage!】

 

【Ending stage test!】

 

Whoosh.

 

Receiving everyone’s attention, Hae-rang opened the capsule door and stood up.

 

Hae-rang thought they were very similar.

 

Those who were scowling before his eyes,

 

And the rotten waters of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

 

* * *

 

‘He’s doing well.’

 

Choi Gang-sik examining the report delivered from Gonau Soft.

 

He looked extremely tired due to his dark circles, but that was just an illusion.

 

He had been getting sufficient sleep of more than 10 hours a day recently.

 

It wasn’t that he wasn’t working as a manager, but he had relatively more free time since the testing began in earnest.

 

However, that didn’t mean he was planning to just laze around.

 

‘Hae-rang’s performance is overwhelming. If he continues like this to the end, he can definitely reach the top.’

 

The bonus of 2,500 was also motivating,

 

but above all, the fact that he had surpassed all the Singularities was truly significant.

 

In Survival Ground, he had just reached ‘Conqueror’ rank, so he couldn’t meet many Singularities.

 

Through this test, he was establishing a clear advantage.

 

‘So. I also need to properly fulfill my role.’

 

Hae-rang has his own battle,

 

and Manager Choi Gang-sik has his own battle.

 

So Choi Gang-sik knocked on the door with his humble fingers.

 

“Please come in.”

 

The man with a full beard inside the Meeting Room greeted Choi Gang-sik.

 

The Development Team leader of Gonau Soft,

 

and an ardent fan of Gwanjong Cheonma Cheon Hae-rang.

 

There was a special reason why Choi Gang-sik came to see him today.

 

“Team Leader. Thank you for taking such careful consideration of our Hae-rang.”

 

“Not at all. I’m simply giving proper treatment to a qualified gamer. Though there is one disappointing aspect.”

 

At Choi Ji-man’s words, Choi Gang-sik suddenly swallowed.

 

A person who could praise Hae-rang all night long if he wanted to.

 

For such a person to say something disappointing about Hae-rang?

 

“He performs so overwhelmingly well compared to even the Singularities. We can’t measure the data properly. Our Balance Team has been pulling their hair out all day.”

 

“Ah. Haha. I see.”

 

Choi Gang-sik let out a sigh of relief.

 

Though he called it disappointing, this was actually extreme praise.

 

It meant his performance was so outstanding that it made even the Singularities look like ordinary people.

 

The two men chatted pleasantly for a while.

 

Since the manager of the gamer he cherished had come to visit, there was no reason for the atmosphere to be bad.

 

As the conversation was reaching its peak, Choi Gang-sik suddenly showed a dark expression.

 

“I think this dreamlike time here will be remembered for a long time. When I return to Korea, I’ll have to wake up from the dream.”

 

“Oh! Gang-sik. What do you mean by that? Won’t you still continue your streaming activities in Korea?”

 

“Of course I will. But Hae-rang won’t be able to overwhelmingly beat Singularity like he does now.”

 

“Why is that? Is there some problem?”

 

“Hae-rang hasn’t been broadcasting for very long. He hasn’t built up wealth and fame like Singularity yet. Just last month, Hae-rang couldn’t play a game he wanted because it was too expensive.”

 

“Jesus…! I had no idea Hae-rang had such circumstances.”

 

Choi Ji-man’s face became heavy as lead.

 

Even more haggard than Choi Gang-sik, who had never lost before!

 

“Given these circumstances, a Private Capsule is just a pipe dream. Hae-rang is currently working with an old model machine.”

 

“Oh my god. So you’re saying he’s producing that kind of performance with just an old capsule? That’s truly unbelievable. To think there were such realistic difficulties…”

 

Choi Ji-man sighed while holding his head.

 

As he wandered about where to place his wavering gaze,

 

He suddenly lifted his head sharply.

 

‘That’s it.’

 

At the same time, Choi Gang-sik felt a thrilling sensation.

 

He could see at a glance how far Choi Ji-man’s stream of consciousness had progressed.

 

“Wait! Please wait. I think I need to make a phone call quickly!”

 

“Please do. I’ll wait.”

 

Choi Gang-sik leaned back on the sofa with a relaxed voice.

 

Manager Choi Gang-sik’s battle was on the verge of victory.

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