Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 29

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Chapter 29

-Whoa whoa. Is this for real?

-Clearing the Jar Game in 1 minute?

-LMAOOOOOOO this is insane hahahahaha

-Neighborhood people! Our Gwanjong did it!

-For real, it’s an insane record that nobody has ever achieved;;

-Even broke through what took a dummy program 2 minutes 30 seconds to barely crack in just 57 seconds ㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷ

-Is this a bug? Is this a bug? Is this a bug? Is this a bug? Is this a bug? Is this a bug?

-It’s amazing that this route even exists, but to actually think of pulling it off..

-Didn’t even Singularity fail to break the 1-minute mark?

-Those stuck-up kids wouldn’t play a half-finished game like this ㅋㅋㅋㅋ They don’t even have any records

-That makes me want to provoke them more. Anyone willing to go to Singularity’s broadcast and properly stir things up?

Hae-rang waited.

Until the commotion in the Chat Window died down.

But the roughly 100 Viewers continued to pour out their emotions.

Most of them were praises for Gwanjong Cheonma.

“Hah…!”

Shiver.

As if struck by lightning from the sky, a tingling thrill wrapped around his entire body.

The praise earned through the Jar Game.

A blue and refreshing pleasure became a vast ocean that washed over Hae-rang’s body.

“Phew.”

His eyes sparkled like sunlight on water.

A brilliant glow flowed across his face.

It wasn’t from the sweat he had shed.

The compliments sent by the Viewers were actually making his face look that way.

【Dog that barks when Monday comes donated 30,000 won!】

【You go to Aoji donated 50,000 won!】

Donation amounts are proportional to viewer satisfaction.

Substantial donation amounts were exploding among the small number of Viewers.

Hae-rang’s play just now was that heart-stirring.

-Gwanjong sir, Gwanjong sir! How did you just do that?

-For real, I gotta listen to this before I go. How did you clear the Wailing Fissure?

-You went whoosh and jumped in the middle, was that intentional?

-Did you really discover a bug? Otherwise this doesn’t make sense

Hae-rang slowly read through the Chat Window and answered in a plain voice as if it was nothing special.

“You can jump by using the hammer for a Running Start.”

-…What…what?

-LMAOOOOOOO wtf did I just hear?

-Who doesn’t know that? Who doesn’t know that adding one to one makes two?

-So, how did you even do that? ㅋㅋㅋㅋ If you’re going to take a running start, you need something to step on!

Thud.

Hae-rang shouldered his Demon Sword with a stylish motion.

“You can step on it if you split the air in half.”

-…?

-Haha. I give up on understanding.

-Aha! So you can leap in Midair if you use Half-Split Strike? I understand perfectly (I don’t)

-Even swinging it lightly is damn difficult, how do you swing that hammer fast in the air!

-Hahaha when you put it like that, it really does sound like I used a bug.

-Split in half and die!

By repeating leaps in split seconds, you can overcome gravity.

That is the mystery of Void Step.

Hae-rang didn’t bother hiding it and explained the principle, but the Viewers were only more bewildered.

But it didn’t matter.

He hadn’t spoken expecting them to understand in the first place.

He had simply answered with courtesy to those who had watched until this dawn.

-I’m proud to have seen this live!

-This will definitely go up on Chair Shot too, right?

-Is this even a fighting Game? This should be uploaded to other platforms or YouTube

-For real, it’s such a waste that only a hundred people are watching this scene. This absolutely needs to be recorded and spread all over the world.

-Gwanjong sir! Did that person come today too?

Hae-rang tilted his head at the mention of “that person.”

-That person! The Rose Otaku Editor who uploads highlight videos on Chair Shot!

“Ah.”

Hae-rang had also seen those videos.

“The one who leaves ‘Everyone be happy’ as a greeting?”

-Yes, yes. That person with amazing editing skills but emotions full of middle-aged vibes!

“I don’t know that person.”

-Huh.

-What? You don’t know them?

-You don’t know each other but they edit with such dedication?

-I’m also a former editor, and making something like that would take all day and still not be enough, you know?

“I don’t know yet, but…”

Hae-rang gazed into the distance with a faint smile that seemed to appear and disappear.

“I feel like I’ll find out soon.”

-??

-What kind of nonsensical talk is that.

-Between conquering the Gap of Wailing earlier and now, you’re talking like some sage today;;

-Anyway, that was great to watch! What are you going to do next?

-Right. You set a legendary record, so it’d be awkward to do this again.

-Waking up too early is also a problem lol I used to just keep doing this one thing until I cleared the Wall of Lament once I started it

-Let’s go with the Assassin series now? Actually, my heart is still pounding? What if Da-hong sees this

Hae-rang nodded his head.

“Doing more jar time attacks would be meaningless. There’s no way a better record than this could come out.”

-Wow! That confidence is insane!

-You’re saying it’s a record that no one can break!

-But that’s actually true lol how can a human do it in under a minute when even a programmed machine takes over 2 minutes?

-Gwanjong Cheonma is a god! A god! How can humans beat a god?

-The attention-seeking heavenly demon who turned a highly programmed dummy into scrap metal ㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷ

-Tin can maker lol

-No matter how good a machine is, if you beat it with a hammer it becomes scrap!

-But isn’t that the same for humans?

-Now that I think about it, the jar game weapon is also a hammer lol what a coincidence

-If you’re not doing time attacks, what will you do?

After the commotion in the chat window briefly ended, Hae-rang spoke in a clear voice.

“Next…”

* * *

“The World’s Greatest Jar Competition?”

“Yes.”

Hae-rang answered as if it were nothing special.

The two people who met at the hamburger restaurant were sitting across from each other at a table.

“That’s not a place where streamers participate, is it?”

“That’s correct.”

The World’s Greatest Jar Competition.

Just from the name, you’d think jar game veterans would participate in droves, but the reality is the complete opposite.

There are no ‘ordinary people’ participating in the competition.

They’re all just dummies created by programs.

It’s a competition where freelance programmers, top-tier coders, or small and medium enterprises participate to show off their skills.

“So you want to try getting first place among a bunch of virtual dummies?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.”

Choi Gang-sik fell into thought for a moment.

His expression still carried a hint of suspicion.

“Well, old habits die hard. Since you gained enlightenment from the jar game, entering a competition wouldn’t be a problem either. It’s not like the viewers are getting tired of the jar game yet. You did set faster records than most dummies. But here’s the thing.”

“Yes.”

“What do you gain from winning? The prize wouldn’t really mean anything to you, would it?”

It’s not a prestigious competition with large prize money or prizes.

It’s a competition held playfully by veterans who love coding.

Of course, winning gives you a chance to promote your channel, but there aren’t many viewers to begin with.

The prizes for winning the jar competition are just a small physical golden jar.

And memory RAM that quickly extracts edited videos.

“Are you going to resell the memory RAM to add to your funds?”

“How much could that possibly be worth?”

“Then?”

“I’ll give it to someone who needs it.”

After saying that, Hae-rang took a big bite of his hamburger.

“Give it away? To whom?”

Choi Gang-sik, who had been looking at Hae-rang with a dumbfounded expression, suddenly took a big bite of his hamburger too.

“Well. Never mind. If you want to do it, then do it.”

He readily offers advice when asked for help.

But if there’s something you want to do yourself, he supports you without complaint.

That was the style of ‘manager’ Choi Gang-sik, maintained for over ten years.

“Oh right. About yesterday’s broadcast.”

And there was one more thing.

There was a reason why Choi Gang-sik readily went along with Hae-rang’s plan.

“Yesterday we made over one million won too. It’s an achievement you accomplished entirely on your own.”

The reason was Hae-rang’s donation amount, which reached new highs with every broadcast.

“That’s good news.”

“…Is that all your reaction? Do you know how much you’ve earned since you started streaming?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t even check your bank account, do you? It’s over ten million. The money you’ve earned from streaming exceeds ten million won.”

“Not bad.”

“Hah. You AI-like bastard. Even the dummies participating in the Jar tournament would be more human than you.”

Hae-rang shook his head while munching on french fries.

“That amount is problematic.”

“Problematic? What is.”

“Even if I earn ten million won, Gang-si hyung only takes one million won in this structure. It’s not the money I receive, but Gang-si hyung should be receiving ten million won. Only then would the 9 to 1 settlement ratio make sense.”

“Hah.”

At that bold ambition, Choi Gang-sik ended up dropping the hamburger he was eating.

If he earned over ten million won a month, it meant Hae-rang would be bringing in hundreds of millions.

“You… were quite an ambitious guy, weren’t you?”

“I’m someone who once held half the world in my hands, so I should at least have that much ambition.”

“There you go again with those ridiculous jokes.”

Choi Gang-sik laughed it off lightly and soon pulled out a tablet from his bag.

Then he turned the screen toward Hae-rang.

“Here. What you asked for.”

“This is…”

The screen was densely filled with capsule machine model numbers and various product names.

It was the broadcasting equipment list of streamer ‘Joint’ that Hae-rang had previously requested from Choi Gang-sik.

“There are two capsules. But there’s only one person.”

“He does collaborative broadcasts sometimes, I guess. Of course, that comes with the difficult condition of having to show your real face on stream.”

“Is that condition difficult?”

“Of course it is, man. You wouldn’t know since you look like a pretty boy. The sadness of having to make my own character different from myself… *sob*.”

Choi Gang-sik, who had been sighing mournfully, suddenly raised his head.

“You, don’t tell me you were considering collaborative broadcasts when you asked me to look into this?”

“Who knows.”

Hae-rang left that cryptic answer and asked another question.

“This capsule machine. It’s the same as mine, isn’t it? Joint must surely be using a good machine.”

“Hey! What’s wrong with the machines I bought!”

Choi Gang-sik slammed his fist on the table.

But with his pathetic physique and movement, it only made a small thud.

“I told you. It’s a capsule room I made by grinding my soul. Do you know how expensive each of those models is? They’re good enough for streamers to come and play games without any problems. But these damn bastards, not a single one…”

“What about Singularity?”

“Huh?”

Choi Gang-sik, who was about to vent enthusiastically, closed his mouth.

An unexpected word had popped out of Hae-rang’s mouth.

“Can this current model handle Singularity?”

“No.”

Choi Gang-sik shook his head firmly.

“Not even close. This is ultimately a machine for ordinary people. While streamers are considered experts in games, they don’t receive the same evaluation as Singularity, who are treated as inhuman. To process Singularity’s reaction speed and movements as data, mass-produced products won’t do – you need custom-made ones.”

“That must be expensive.”

“Of course it’s damn expensive. Even the most basic specifications cost over a hundred million…”

Once again.

Choi Gang-sik stopped mid-sentence and closed his mouth.

“You, don’t tell me?”

Hae-rang only gave the same answer as always.

“Who knows.”

* * *

Whiiiing.

A dry wind blows.

No shouts of “Woohoooooo” either.

No bustling atmosphere either.

No burning gazes of mutual wariness between each other.

Only cold, rigid beings colder than Cheorwon in the dead of winter exist.

“Please take care of me.”

Hae-rang offered a greeting toward them.

No response came back.

They were dummies, programmed only with what was needed to clear the Jar Game.

Bang!

With the gunshot signaling the start, dozens of dummies and one streamer soared into the sky.

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