Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 14
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Chapter 14
“Uh, welcome!! I shall awaken you to our eye level!”
Was it his imagination?
Having been beaten so thoroughly in Story Mode,
it seemed like the final boss ‘Mr. Bison’ was now breaking out in cold sweat every time he faced Hae-rang.
Crack!
【K.O.!】
【Zangief WIN!】
【PERFECT!!】
Once again, Zangief had completely demolished the boss of ‘Story Mode’.
“Hahaha! What a wonderful journey! Now shall we venture into a new world!”
Leaving behind the boss writhing on the ground, Zangief walked steadily toward the sunset.
Those were Zangief’s ending lines, but they also reflected Hae-rang’s own mindset.
‘With this…’
Hae-rang had an intuition.
It was time to bid farewell to ‘Street Fighting’.
Now practically free, this was an outdated classic game.
While Hae-rang’s gaming style was quite unique, it wasn’t really suitable for continuing broadcasts.
He couldn’t keep clearing Story Mode with just Zangief forever.
Though viewers were watching without complaints for now, the people who get bored fastest in the world are viewers.
Most importantly, hadn’t they even donated asking him to try new games?
‘It’s grown to nearly two hundred already.’
This was only his second broadcast.
For Hae-rang, who could be called a newbie among newbies, two hundred viewers was an achievement akin to a miracle.
A balloon of ‘satisfaction’ swelled full in Hae-rang’s chest.
“Today’s broadcast ends here. And…”
Hae-rang had returned to his basic character settings.
His eyes shone like the highest star in the night sky.
“From now on, I’m thinking of starting Iron Fist.”
-Oh really? You’re actually starting Iron Fist?
-Nice! What a real man, Gwanjong Cheonma! A man who knows how to enjoy challenges!
-Mom! When I grow up, I want to be an attention seeker!Mom! When I grow up, I want to be an attention seeker!Mom! When I grow up, I want to be an attention seeker!
-Will it be okay? Street fighting and iron fist techniques are really different ㄷㄷㄷ
-I like clearing story mode like I’m doing now ㅠㅠ
-Don’t worry. You’ll probably just keep grinding story mode nonstop even when you log into Iron Fist anyway lololol
-I’m super curious what character you’ll pick. Can’t you tell us now?
-I’m a bit worried, but since you’re talented, I’ll trust you once!
-Of course. How could ordinary people follow a genius’s thinking?
Worry and anticipation.
The chat window’s reaction could be summarized as such.
“Don’t worry.”
It was the same when fighting countless strong opponents in his previous life.
Hae-rang always engaged in martial duels with Murim’s masters from an underdog position.
And he always overcame worry and underestimation as usual.
“I won’t disappoint you.”
Was it because these words came from experience?
With a strange sense of trust, the viewers’ reactions all turned favorable.
-Nice! Cool comment!
-This should normally be cringy, so why is it so cool? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Right! Since it’s come to this! Beat Joint to a pulp!
-If you get wrecked in your main event, isn’t that like joint suicide? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Since other streamers appear in ‘Break the Joint’ too, it’ll be super fun.
-If you do well there, you’ll easily shed the noob broadcaster label!
-Today was fun! Mr. Gwanjong!
-See you later!!
Hae-rang maintained his connection to Street Fighting until all the viewers left.
Now that everyone had disappeared, Hae-rang politely bowed his head toward the sun disappearing with the sunset.
It was a solitary ritual of respect.
‘How could teachers only be people?’
If one can learn, all phenomena of heaven and earth become teachers.
Street Fighting had given Hae-rang diverse experiences.
Hae-rang thus bid farewell to his first teacher.
* * *
“Don’t you… have even one friend?”
In front of a shopping mall not far from Hae-rang’s home.
Choi Gang-sik, who had spotted him, asked with an expression like he needed to take a dump.
Hae-rang nodded without hesitation.
“Yes. Gang-si hyung is all I have for acquaintances.”
“What a strange guy. You don’t seem to completely lack social skills. How do you not have a single friend?”
“I was actually thinking of making some friends anyway.”
“Good. That’s a wise decision.”
“Compliments from friends feel more rewarding, after all.”
“…?”
Had he misheard?
It was an utterly incomprehensible statement.
Brushing past Choi Gang-sik, who stood with his mouth agape, Hae-rang quickened his pace.
“Let’s go. The light is green.”
“Ugh. It’s hot enough as it is. Hurry up and make some friends so you stop calling me for personal errands. I have a job now too, you know.”
“That’s right. You’ve become ‘Gwanjong Cheonma’s manager.’ So nothing changes.”
“Ha. If only you couldn’t talk. You’re so full of yourself. Really full of yourself!”
“Kuk.”
Hae-rang suddenly bent over sharply in the middle of the crosswalk.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?”
As the startled Choi Gang-sik hesitated, Hae-rang quickly waved his hand.
“Go ahead first. I’ll cross once I calm down for a moment.”
“The signal here is short… will you be okay?”
Choi Gang-sik crossed the street, constantly looking back.
Soon his eyes widened to three times their normal size.
Because Hae-rang had somehow reached right in front of him.
“What, what? When did you cross?”
“Just now. Didn’t you see?”
“I saw it, but…”
Choi Gang-sik felt something strange.
He couldn’t explain it, but it was a movement rarely seen in ordinary people?
It was different from simply being ‘fast on foot’ or ‘agile in movement.’
In fact, that movement just now was the grain-of-rice-sized remnant of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art that remained in Hae-rang.
“Let’s go in. I still feel like that shopping mall is like a labyrinth or formation.”
“Labyrinth… formation…?”
Really.
Sometimes it seemed like he wasn’t from this world.
Choi Gang-sik shook his head and entered the shopping mall.
The place Hae-rang had asked Choi Gang-sik to take him today was a fitness equipment store.
“How about this one?”
“What’s good or bad about it? It’s just basic. It does look sturdy though.”
With Choi Gang-sik’s help, Hae-rang selected dumbbells and grip strengtheners.
“This should cover the basics. But if you’re going to exercise anyway, wouldn’t it be better to go to a gym? It’d be even better if you got personal training.”
“Trainers are necessary for people who don’t know how to build their bodies. I’m not one of them.”
“How would you know that? About building bodies.”
“It would take long to explain. Anyway…”
Hae-rang spoke calmly while keeping his gaze fixed on the displayed products.
“I may not know about other things, but there’s probably no one in this world who knows better than me.”
“Hey man. Even jokes should sound like jokes to be funny. That’s not funny at all.”
Hae-rang chuckled and picked the last item from the display case.
“Wrist massager? Did you strain yourself playing Street Fighting?”
“My wrists are fine.”
“Then why?”
Hae-rang pulled out his wallet from his pocket without answering.
Then Choi Gang-sik suddenly came to his senses and held out his card.
“Hey. Stop it. I was going to buy this.”
“You were, Gang-si?”
“Yeah. To celebrate breaking two hundred viewers. Plus you got tons of donations from day one.”
Choi Gang-sik made an ‘O’ shape with his bony, unsightly fingers.
He recalled the first day he worked as manager.
The day he gaped open-mouthed after calculating the donation amount.
‘I thought the frequency of donations exploding was unusual, but…’
A whopping 2.5 million won.
In addition to the 500,000 won that Joint donated while buying the ‘Iron Fist Seven’, an incredible 2 million won in donations exploded.
“Haha. I didn’t expect to receive donations from both your viewers and Joint’s viewers.”
What would happen if Hae-rang seriously devoted himself to mastering ‘Iron Fist Seven’.
It wasn’t only Hae-rang’s viewers who harbored such expectations.
Thanks to Joint ending his broadcast and barging into Hae-rang’s broadcast room, Joint’s viewers naturally flocked over as well.
“Even after deducting the Trend Platform fees, there’s over 1.5 million left.”
“Still, that’s only about 150,000 won for Gang-si hyung. It’s a ten percent settlement, isn’t it.”
“It’s fine. I’m confident we’ll earn much more going forward. Besides, we’re buying all this equipment to help the broadcast succeed. Think of it as a kind of investment.”
“Indeed.”
Hae-rang nodded with a face full of great understanding.
Choi Gang-sik had been looking forward to what story this cute guy would tell him.
But soon his face crumpled like a crushed tin can.
“I think I understand why Gang-si hyung’s business failed. You think about spending before you’ve even properly earned money.”
“What the hell, man? This bastard, when I was trying to be generous.”
“I’m joking. Since you’re buying it for me anyway, I’ll repay you by increasing my training volume a little more.”
“Ahem. Right. Work hard.”
Did Choi Gang-sik know?
What it meant when Hae-rang said he would increase his training volume ‘a little more’.
Having been the Heavenly Demon who once conquered the world, he knew better than anyone how to train his body to the extreme.
One might think what does actual physical ability matter in a virtual reality game.
But that’s something you’d say without understanding the game’s structure well.
As real-world strength, physical ability, motor skills, and reaction speed improve, game performance rises accordingly.
That’s what Choi Gang-sik meant when he called it an ‘investment’.
“Ah. But I should pay for this one myself.”
“The wrist massager? I’ll just buy it while I’m at it. We’re already 150,000 won over budget with what we’ve bought.”
“I’m not buying this for myself to use. So it can’t be considered Gang-si hyung’s investment.”
“Huh? Then who’s going to use it?”
A very faint smile bloomed at the corners of Hae-rang’s mouth as he looked down at the wrist massage machine.
“Someone who deserves to be called… a master.”
“What?”
* * *
Whirr.
Hae-rang examined it with meticulous eyes, his head lowered.
Where his gaze reached, there was the wrist massager he had bought himself.
“Mm. It seems to be working well.”
Hae-rang put away the instruction manual with a satisfied face.
‘Unlike Murim, this world is truly convenient.’
Not only the machines imbued with advanced science, but this manual was also very well made.
In Murim, you had to devote tremendous time to learn even one secret manual.
Even then, more than half the content was abstract, and you could only find answers after agonizing to the point of getting a headache.
But this manual,
[Wrap the band tightly around your wrist and press the button!]
Hae-rang really liked the current world.
“So then…”
The ‘master’ who received the wrist guard as a gift.
Her wavering pupils turn toward her son.
“You bought this… for me?”
“Yes. Mother.”
Masters recognize masters.
Though he had only observed over her shoulder,
Hae-rang realized that Mother’s ‘skills’ were extraordinary.
Moreover, despite lacking internal energy, she tended to overwork her wrists.
“You use your wrists all day long. I’ve used my wrists quite a bit myself, but it’s a very important area to manage.”
“You’re using that strange way of speaking again. But…”
Whirr.
Subtle vibrations envelop her wrist.
Those tremors were clearly meant to soothe the body.
Yet it felt as if they were comforting her heart.
“Thank you, Hae-rang. Mom will use it well. My son is the best.”
“Mm…!”
Hae-rang’s body trembled briefly before he soon got up from his seat.
“From now on, please make sure to massage both sides before sitting in front of the computer. I’ll go get to work then.”
“Okay. I will.”
Leaving behind those moist eyes, Hae-rang entered his room.
As he logged into the game, a white flash burst before his eyes as always.
Flash!
Today was the day Hae-rang would start Iron Fist Seven for the first time.
With its number of characters, skills, and ‘Rage Mode’, it was a much more advanced game than Street Fighting.
【Choi Gang Gang-sik : You’re here.】
【You came out early.】
【Choi Gang Gang-sik : Preparing ahead of the scheduled time is the true attitude of a manager.】
【Excellent.】
【Choi Gang Gang-sik : Did you buy the Iron Fist Seven title?】
【Yes. I purchased it in advance last night.】
【Choi Gang Gang-sik : Good. Great. Now all preparations are complete. Which champion will you start with?】
Choi Gang-sik rubbed his palms together as he waited for Hae-rang’s answer.
This was a manager’s privilege, if it could be called that.
As a fan, he could be the first to know the choices a gamer makes.
【I don’t remember the name well, but the appearance and skill chants were interesting.】
【Choi Gang Gang-sik : Really? What does it look like? And what’s the skill chant?】
【First, it has bright yellow hair spiked all the way up to the sky.】
【Choi Gang Gang-sik : Hmm. And?】
【When using skills, it shouts like this.】
Hae-rang shouted the chant as if he had become that character.
【Ooh-ah!】
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