Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 164

Donations burst in as standard hundred-thousand-won amounts.
Even his usual donations weren’t small sums,
but now came substantial sponsorships celebrating his status as a National Representative.
“…Despatch. Thank you.”
Amid the dopamine rush of praise and donations,
Hae-rang barely managed to call out every donor’s name.
Was it because he’d been away for a bit?
This place with the viewers felt like home.
“Since so many of you want to hear it, today I’ll tell you about the National Team Selection Tournament before we play.”
-Yes yes! That’s what we wanted!
-Hearing it straight from the source is totally fun lololol
-Me! I want to ask a question!
-This bastard trying to get a free ride?
-ㅇㅇ To answer all the chat questions we’d have to stream all night
-Ah man. There goes Gwanjong opening my wallet again ^^

-ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Yeah, I saw it in the articles too.
-What? Our freak mountain actually cried?
-Is it true he sobbed like a faucet with those tiny eyes?
-There’s a rumor he even howled like ‘Woo-hoo-ooooo’?
Hae-rang answered seriously.
“No. I didn’t cry like that.”
-So he did cry lololol
-A full-grown man sobbing over winning a game lololol
—Who spread that rumor? Who cries like “ugh” when they say ‘Yoschimutz’? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
—Honestly, it’s kind of moving though. He took all that humiliation, retired from the National Team, and then made a comeback right in front of everyone’s eyes.
“Yes. I think Joint is amazing too. I’m sure he’s still training with Hyeon-bin right now.”
—Wow. The moment he became a National Representative, some guys go around doing sponsorships and commercials. That’s a completely different level of fundamentals!
—Joint, but you’ve got to work hard, you know. Now it’s not just Singularity anymore—you’re facing overseas National Teams. Oof.
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<In the interview, you said you caught the habits of ‘Kang Chae-chung’, not ‘Joon’. Is that realistically possible?>
At that question, Hae-rang tilted his head with genuine curiosity.
“Isn’t that much easier? The character’s skill motions are identical for everyone, but people are all different, after all.”
—Uh…the way he says it so matter-of-factly leaves me speechless
—If it was that easy, would I be asking about it from the corner of my room? I’m playing Heavenly Demon Divine Cult too
—Here we go again ㅋㅋㅋㅋ I can do it, so why can’t you guys!
—The way he talks about catching someone’s habits like it’s picking persimmons from a neighborhood tree ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
—Attention Seeker Mister: You catch that the shoulder launch angle drops by 2 degrees. What do you think? Piece of cake, right?
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<When Yoschimutz used ‘Revival’, you threw out Infinite Bungta. Was there a reason you didn’t trip him?>
The chat window flooded with countless “O”s.
It was something the vast majority of viewers had been intensely curious about.
“Well……. That’s because.”
A challenge flickered in Hae-rang’s blue eyes.
“A wall, you see. The stronger it is, the more you want to break it.”
—Wow! What a mindset!
—ㄹㅇ So cool;; GIF makers, hurry up and edit this for shorts
—To try something like that in the National Team Selection tournament ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
—Thanks to that, a famous scene was born. Infinite Bungta ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
—Famous scene my ass? To me it looked like straight-up gore ㄷㄷ
—Real talk, if you empathize with Park Je-young, it’s worse than actual hell
—Gwanjong already takes damage well normally, but with Blood Burst and Hyper Motion ㄷㄷ
—Park Je-young: I’d choose death
—Park Je-young: No wait, I’d choose the bathroom
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<That victory pose Yoschimutz did with the sword. Was that practiced? The vibe was insane.>
“Oh, that….”
Countless battlefields that Hae-rang had experienced.
The scene flickered across his mind.
“I didn’t really intend it as direction. I’ve done similar movements a lot before, so it came out naturally.”
—Similar movements? From where?
—Is he saying…he did a lot of similar moves in some past war or something?
—ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Here we go again
—I missed it! This concept roleplay of Gwanjong’s!
—And it actually looked so good ㅋㅋㅋ
—Real talk, looked exactly like that pose on a mountain covered with the corpses of villains ㅋㅋ
Even as the atmosphere shifted to questions asked only through ‘sponsorships’,
questions about the Capsule Cup never stopped flowing in.
In the end, Hae-rang ended the stream without playing a single game, speaking only in answers.
It was a first.
Never before had so much time passed after turning on the stream without playing any game at all.
Yet neither Hae-rang nor the viewers felt any regret.
Because today’s topic had been the National Team Selection tournament.
“That’s all for today. See you next time. Gwan-ba!”
—Gwan-ba! Gwan-ba!
—Mom, are you watching? I’m on Gwanjong’s YouTube!
—You should stream more often from now on!
—See you tomorrow, Gwanjong!
—Capsule Cup fighting!
—Let’s write history at the International Competition!
Hae-rang, receiving the support and encouragement of so many, spent the night steeling his resolve once more.
* * *
“Someone asked me this once.”
A middle-aged man whose entire presence seemed poured into his bearing.
Jo Ho-jin offered a serene smile.
The sharpness in his gaze softened noticeably.
“They said I was investing too much in an unverified streamer. Why go through the hassle of a minor contract, and why provide facilities for them to play other games?”
Before his eyes sat a man whose appearance shone brighter than the ceiling lights.
Cheon Hae-rang.
A faint smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.
“What did you tell them?”
“I said it wasn’t just about seeing potential. I saw something more important than that.”
“Something more important than potential?”
“I had an odd sense of hope about you. That even if you succeeded later, you wouldn’t break a promise—something like that.”
“I think I understand what you mean.”
Hae-rang recalled memories from his previous life.
The mutual trust that allowed people to fulfill their roles faithfully with one another.
“In the Martial World, we call this integrity.”
“Ha. Are you talking about wuxia novels again? Your concept is certainly solid.”
Jo Ho-jin drained his energy drink in one gulp, a hearty smile on his face.
“You’re right. ‘Integrity’ would be the more accurate term. This industry is messier than people think, and there are plenty of despicable characters. I’ve seen many who struck it rich break their minor contracts and jump to better offers.”
“You didn’t think I’d do that?”
“That’s right. Honestly, if you asked me to explain why, I couldn’t give you a concrete reason. I said the same thing in the meeting, actually. It was just a hunch. Trust my gut on this.”
“As it turned out, that hunch proved correct.”
“This right here? This intuition has been my livelihood all my life. When I was young, as a pro gamer, and now…….”
Jo Ho-jin raised his energy drink as if proposing a toast.
“I’ve caught a big fish like you.”
Hae-rang clinked his teacup of Ssanghwa tea gently against it.
Beneath the two mismatched beverages lay the contract they had both signed.
[Kraft Official Sponsorship Contract – Cheon Hae-rang]
“Congratulations on becoming Kraft’s sponsored player, Hae-rang.”
“Thank you. I will continue to be a gamer who keeps his integrity.”
“Ha. That sounds far better than the usual ‘I’ll work hard’ or ‘I’ll do my best.'”
Jo Ho-jin’s gaze turned to the side.
“What about the rest of you? Can you maintain that same integrity as Hae-rang here?”
One of the ‘rest of you’ Jo Ho-jin had mentioned.
Joint stood up abruptly from his seat.
“Of course! I will do my best—no, I will uphold my integrity!”
“Ha. The way you say it makes it sound like you’re possessed by a wuxia novel.”
The people seated beside Hae-rang.
They were the remaining members of Team Heavenly Demon Cult.
“The whole pumpkin came in on the vine, as they say. It’s a worn phrase, but there’s no other way to put it—securing sponsorship from the National Team, which is like plucking stars from the sky. And for all four of you, no less.”
All four of them, including Hae-rang, wore suits with white backgrounds.
Gold badges symbolizing Kraft’s main sponsorship gleamed on their chests.
“What about the other two? It seems like sponsorship wouldn’t be such a novelty since you were used to it already.”
“There’s no way that could be true.”
Given where they were.
Ye Da-hong smiled warmly, uncharacteristically so.
Though it seemed her natural manner of speech hadn’t quite hidden itself completely.
“When we left Singularity, we made up our minds. That we might end up forgotten. Personal sponsorship isn’t something they hand out to just anyone, even if advertisements are different.”
“True enough.”
“I’m genuinely happy. Even when Singularity first got the group sponsorship, I don’t think I was this pleased.”
“Ha. Even if it’s just flattery, it makes me happy to hear.”
Two things never left Jo Ho-jin’s mouth.
One was the energy drink.
The other was a smile blooming wide across his face.
Securing the National Team’s main sponsorship had been one of their company-wide goals,
and following Hae-rang’s lead, he’d managed to finalize contracts with the remaining three.
He doubted he’d feel this happy even if he’d won the lottery.
“During the year you’re active as the National Team, Kraft will support you with everything we can. Since you’ve joined as individual sponsors, you can take a break from Survival Ground for now if you like.”
The eyes of all three brightened at those words.
Hae-rang and Ye Da-hong, who had been selected as Survival Ground Ambassadors, and Ma Hyeon-bin.
At any other time, having the “assignment” of Survival Ground ahead of the Capsule Cup might have felt burdensome.
But with this personal sponsorship, those shackles had fallen away completely.
“It must have been a difficult decision. Thank you.”
“I’m the one who should be thanking you. These three choosing Kraft—that’s entirely because of you.”
The four members of the Heavenly Demon Cult exchanged glances.
Joint might not have had options, but Hyeon-bin and Da-hong could easily have signed with someone else.
As Jo Ho-jin had said, they’d chosen Kraft for one reason alone: Hae-rang.
[If Hae-rang picked Kraft, there has to be a good reason, right?]
[I’m just going to follow wherever Hae-rang goes!]
[And me… they’re even offering personal sponsorship?]
The feeling of winning the lottery.
That’s exactly how Jo Ho-jin had put it.
Hae-rang felt the same way.
Maybe even more than that.
‘Finally……!’
The thing only ordinary people could afford after hitting the jackpot.
Through this sponsorship contract, he’d finally gathered enough funds to buy it.

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