Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 149

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Episode 149
Hae-rang and three other team members.
When asked who the team leader was, all three turned their gaze toward Hae-rang in unison.
Not through coercion or fanfare from anyone.
The leader whom everyone had voluntarily recognized.
And so Hae-rang became the team’s leader.
As team leader, he had simply made a decision.
“How could a team with the Heavenly Demon as leader use any name other than the Heavenly Demon Cult?”
“Absolutely not!”
“I really hate that!”
“That’s a bit…”
Hae-rang strode toward Maeng Ji-young, the fervent responses of his three teammates fading behind him.
With practiced ease, he wrote out the characters: “Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.”
“What does that mean?”
“Heavenly Demon Cult.”
!
“We can write it in Hangul if you prefer. Our team name will be this.”
Behind Hae-rang came a wail of “No, nooo,” but there was no taking it back.
From now on, everyone on the team had to become a member of the Heavenly Demon Cult, whether they liked it or not.
“Me, part of the Heavenly Demon Cult!”
Ma Hyeon-bin clutched his head,
“Singularity was already cringe-inducing, but now my spine’s going to fold in half.”
Da-hong exhaled a heavy sigh, her eyes hollow,
“This has to be a dream. I still haven’t woken up.”
Joint, the peculiar one, continued muttering to himself.
Maeng Ji-young, who had been observing the entire spectacle, broke into a brilliant smile.
‘What a mess.’
Either way, the formalities were settled.
Under the name Heavenly Demon Cult, three solo competitors and one team would enter the National Team Selection Tournament.
Competing as unaffiliated in solo matches.
A team other than Singularity participating in the tournament.
Both were unprecedented in recent years.
“Registration has been completed successfully. Unless something unusual comes up, it should be reflected before the deadline.”
“Thank you.”
“Then I should…”
As Maeng Ji-young trailed off, Da-hong clapped her hands together.
“Right. We were going to take a photo, weren’t we?”
“Yes. Please, if you would.”
Da-hong and Maeng Ji-young stood side by side to take a selfie.
That was when another unexpected event unfolded.
Whoosh!
The automatic doors slid open, and a crowd of people streamed in—
Singularity gamers.
“What…?”
Jo Sang-jin, leading the group, surveyed the interior and started in surprise.
Then he fixed the two of them with a sharp, penetrating stare.
“What are you two doing here?”
Ma Hyeon-bin faltered, but Da-hong stepped forward to block him.
“Why else? Same reason you came.”
“Correcting a registration?”
“That’s right. Looks like you got forced into some team assignments pretty hard, huh?”
Da-hong lifted her chin, her gaze sweeping across the Singularity members behind Jo Sang-jin.
Forced participation.
At those words, Jo Sang-jin’s expression darkened.
“Watch your tongue.”
“Did I say something wrong? It’s a time-honored Singularity tradition—gather up the players you weeded out in internal evaluations, funnel them into specific games, and force them into service.”
Singularity received substantial state funding.
Like everything else in the world, where there is benefit, there must be a price.
Every Singularity member was obligated to participate in national team competitions.
Even if they weren’t skilled enough internally.
It was essentially a formality.
“Obviously Kim Si-hwan ordered this, right? I get it. It stings a bit—like spitting in my own face—but Iron Fist’s team battle record is in the gutter anyway, isn’t it? Adding you to the mix only sealed our fate. That’s what you’re thinking.”
“And here I thought you’d be more subtle about it….”
Jo Sang-jin strode toward Da-hong with aggressive purpose.
One wrong move and he’d throw a punch.
His demeanor was unusually rough—nothing like his usual self.
It seemed the stares from the Singularities who’d come with him were pushing him to perform.
“Oh, is that so? What are you going to do about it?”
Da-hong lifted her chin toward the approaching Sang-jin, unintimidated.
But their psychological warfare didn’t last long.
Someone stepped into Sang-jin’s path.
The man’s complexion was unmistakable.
“Cheon Hae-rang…!”
Jo Sang-jin’s eyes blazed as he fixed them on Hae-rang.
In a sense, the root of all this trouble.
But whereas Sang-jin’s eyes burned hot,
Hae-rang’s blue gaze remained cool and composed.
“Don’t approach my teammate without permission.”
“What? Your teammate?”
Jo Sang-jin stopped in his tracks and let out a bitter laugh.
Then he scanned the people standing around Hae-rang.
“So you’re telling me the four of you formed a team? Ha-ha!”
Sang-jin burst out laughing with exaggerated volume.
“What a lineup. What a lineup. Two dropouts from Singularity, and two streamers! And one of you got stomped by me years ago, didn’t you?”
Sang-jin’s stare turned directly toward Joint.
Joint couldn’t respond, just swallowed hard.
“This is like some kind of horror-movie foreign baseball team. A bunch of losers gathering to have fun together.”
Then Hae-rang replied in an even tone.
“I don’t know. Doesn’t the word ‘loser’ suit ‘Rounding Up’ better—the one who finished last in America?”
“I told you not to call me Rounding Up!”
The key to trash talk was always cost-effectiveness.
Sang-jin, who’d been chirping away proudly, got caught on that single word.
Hae-rang was rather skilled at verbal sparring.
“Sang-jin. Drop it and let’s register.”
One of the Singularities watching with disapproval nudged him forward.
Sang-jin reluctantly moved on.
“I know from leading organizations,”
As Sang-jin’s shoulder brushed past,
Hae-rang turned his head aside with a cold smile.
“If you fall in the National Team Selection this time, you should prepare yourself.”
Not from me,
but the leader of Singularity won’t let you off easy.
A vein popped across Jo Sang-jin’s brow.
Hae-rang calmly turned his head and left the registration desk.
* * *
Click.
Fastening the buttons on his sleeve, Hae-rang checked his suit.
A sporty gaming suit.
White base with striking red and blue stitching woven through it.
After confirming his outfit, Hae-rang gave a nod.
At that moment, red lights blinked on across multiple cameras.
“Hello, everyone! It’s Gwanjong Cheonma.”
Gwanjong Cheonma’s Game Broadcast.
Usually he streamed from inside a capsule,
but today Hae-rang started filming outside.
-Gwan-ha! Gwan-ha!
-Huh? Where is this?
-Something about this place looks familiar…
-Why is the character out in the real world?
-For real lol the landscape looks exactly like the in-game graphics
-Gwanjong! What’s that outfit? It looks so cool ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
-Wow. You look just like a pro player in that ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Where’d you get that outfit? Doesn’t look like you picked it up at Dongdaemun Market ㅋㅋ
-Can you close-up on that shiny badge? I’m dying to know what it says ㅠㅠ
“Ah, this.”
Hae-rang held the badge attached to his chest out slightly.
“Kraft. It shows the company sponsoring my individual competition.”
-Wait what?
-???????
-Individual sponsorship?
-Gwanjong got sponsored?
-As a gamer, not an ambassador?
-What? Did our Gwanjong really become a pro gamer?
-How does he drop a bomb announcement every single broadcast ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-What’s with all the dopamine ㅋㅋ
-This is why he can’t go on other broadcasts ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Bomb announcement GOAT
└Elon Musk energy ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└Theory Musk ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└Single698 generation, Youngsook ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└Our oppa making a New Year’s diet declaration every year ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
“It’s a minor contract, so I didn’t show it until now, but there were quite a few things to announce, so I dressed up for it.”
-Good call! You look so much better with that on ㅋㅋㅋ
-I would’ve been so disappointed if you hadn’t!
-Your skin’s so pale that white really suits you +_+
-An announcement? What dopamine are you about to give us now?
Either scalding hot.
Or freezing cold.
Not a single announcement Hae-rang had ever made was lukewarm.
This time was no exception.
“I mentioned last time that I’d compete in the National Team Selection Tournament? In the Iron Fist solo division. Well, I’ll be competing in the team division too.”
-????
-But team is four people?
-Where are you getting teammates?
-Our Gwanjong barely has any friends!
-You’re not just scraping together some Purple Tier randoms, right?ㅋㅋ
“Of course not. From now on, I’ll introduce you to Team Heavenly Demon Cult.”
-Heavenly Demon Cultㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Heavenlyㅋㅋㅋㅋ Demonㅋㅋㅋㅋ Cultㅋㅋㅋ ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-A team name nobody could’ve imagined ㄴㅇㅇㄱ
-Is this team name for real?
-Don’t say weird things with such a serious face
-For real, if you’re gonna make that face, give it to me…
-Heavenly Demon Cult ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Just how far does Gwanjong’s bit go?
-Is he really using that name overseas?
-Maybe it’s less embarrassing overseas anyway…
-What’s “Heavenly Demon Cult” in English? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Until the team name was revealed, the whole broadcast had been entertainment vibes.
Which made sense—Hae-rang had only ever played Iron Fist solo until now.
He’d never done a collaboration broadcast with another streamer, and he’d shown the Iron Fist Nine technique on air exactly once.
So nobody could have predicted it.
The Team Heavenly Demon Cult lineup.
“Please come out.”
The camera that had been zoomed in on Hae-rang slowly pulled back.
Only then did the viewers realize they were in Joint’s studio.
And then three figures appeared.
“Ye Da-hong.”
“Ma Hyeon-bin.”
“Joint here! Woo-hooooooo!”
Since Hae-rang had started streaming.
The chat window flooded with question marks.
-?????????????????
Joint, well—that made sense enough.
He’d streamed with Iron Fist before,
and he’d made his personal connection to her public knowledge.
But when Ye Da-hong and Ma Hyeon-bin appeared alongside them, viewers’ eyes went wide in disbelief.
-Why the hell are you two here?
-Am I dreaming right now?
-Singularities can team up with regular gamers?
-Wait, what? How is any of this even working?
-I’ve given up trying to understand!
-Oh, so that’s why they did it from Joint’s Studio. Honestly, I’m getting used to the chaos now lol
-This studio belongs to us now
-Someone please explain! I’m genuinely lost!
It wasn’t just Hae-rang’s broadcast.
The streams of all three people broadcasting simultaneously had been in complete uproar for some time now.
Ye Da-hong settled into a prepared chair, crossing her legs.
Then she made her announcement in a clear voice.
“Hyeon-bin and I—we’re leaving Singularity. I’ll compete in the Iron Fist solo matches unaffiliated, and for team competitions, we’re joining Team Heavenly Demon…….”
Ye Da-hong, who’d been holding onto her composure, suddenly wrapped both hands around her face.
“I really can’t do this. Hyeon-bin, can you take over for me?”
“Sure!”
Ma Hyeon-bin turned to his camera with a bright, energetic voice.
“Team Heavenly Demon Cult! We’re entering the National Team Selection under the Heavenly Demon Cult name.”
-Lmaooo why’s he so radiant
-Only possible because he’s young, straight up
-They left Singularity? For real?
-Why’d they leave the land of milk and honey?;;
“Because I like Hae-rang. That’s the only reason.”
-Wow…you absolute attention seeker
-He’s got serious charisma lol
-If the roster’s like this…it’s actually not bad?
-Not bad—it’s good, right?
-Two Singularities, an old National rep, and our attention-seeker on top!
-Da-hong’s the best Iron Fist player in Singularity anyway.
-Dude, if they pull this off, they’re actually gonna wear the Taegeuk Mark???
“The solo matches will be held in a week, and the team selection tournament for team competitions will be held a day after.”
The camera captured all four of them at once.
One who wanted to reclaim past glory.
One who simply wanted to play the game well.
And one who wanted to be praised.
In the eyes of these four people, with their different reasons, the camera lens seemed ready to burn away.
“We’re going to take them all—both solo and team competitions.”

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