Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 31

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Chapter 31

Gwanjong Cheonma leaped to the highest point by stepping on the androids in sequence.

It was a route that even the dummy developers, as well as viewers who had watched the Jar Game without fail for 5 years, had never seen before.

The 55 seconds that Hae-rang recorded was even faster than the record set in ‘Time Attack’.

-Lolololololol what is this

-You could climb up like that?

-What did I just witness?

-Androids coded by geniuses getting rekt in real time lolololol

-Developers whose hands are shaking so much they can’t code or chat, thumbs up lolololol

-Thanks my ‘stepping stones’ ^^

-I was wondering why he didn’t charge from the start, but our Gwanjong Cheonma had it all planned out?

Bang!

“What kind of bastard is that?”

The sound of shotguns being fired at keyboards could be heard from all over South Korea.

At the shortest, a few days.

At the longest, over a month of programming their programs had become mere ‘stepping stones’.

It’s already infuriating when you fail and fall while running alone, but to be eliminated like this after getting beaten by another participant was absolutely maddening.

“Damn… playing the game like shit!”

“Isn’t that cheating? Cheating?”

“Why is a regular user butting into where developers play and acting all bitchy?”

“Is this even possible? Didn’t he use some bug?”

Extreme praise poured toward Gwanjong Cheonma.

This wasn’t a game people participated in for great honor or money to begin with.

It was a game of amusement, proving that programs were far superior to clumsy human movements.

But their efforts had turned to nothing in an instant.

Not to another dummy or program, but to a single ‘human’.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The androids that Hae-rang had gently stepped on fell to Primordial Village.

Including androids that had fallen alone due to algorithm failures, dozens of jars were staring up at the sky.

No, to be more precise, toward the one closest to the sky.

【Jar Game Tournament Winner – Gwanjong Cheonma】

Befitting a tournament where only dummies participated, the victory announcement was extremely dry.

But it didn’t matter.

He had obtained everything he wanted.

【Please enter your delivery address and we will send you the Golden Jar and high-performance Memory RAM.】

Hae-rang, who had entered his home address, turned his gaze.

There was another thing that Hae-rang had obtained.

-Gwanjong Cheonma wins! Gwanjong Cheonma wins!

-How dare mere machines challenge Gwanjong Cheonma? lololol

-I thought he might win, but I didn’t expect him to set a new record too

-For real, who thinks to climb up while stepping on dummies’ heads? lololol

【You have donated 30,000 won to Gwanjong Cheonma!】

【You have donated 20,000 won to Gwanjong Cheonma!】

【You have donated 40,000 won to Gwanjong Cheonma!】

【Mission Success! You have won the ‘World’s Greatest Jar Tournament’.】

【Mission payment calculation begins. A total of 1,210,000 won in mission funds will be delivered!】

Donations and missions.

And most importantly, the cheers pouring toward Hae-rang.

Hae-rang closed his eyes and trembled slightly.

-???

-Why suddenly like that.

-Gwanjong sir, are you cold? Why are you shaking like someone with a cold?

-There’s sweat on your forehead, is it cold sweat?

“…No.”

Hae-rang, who had swum through a storm of dopamine, smiled brilliantly.

“I was happy.”

-Hehehehe you have every reason to feel good, how much did you earn from this brief run?

-Including the mission, it’s almost close to two hundred, right?

-Working 55 seconds and earning two hundred, what’s the hourly wage?

-Lolololol if you work like this, even Bezos would step aside

-Great show, Gwanjong Cheonma sir!

-Came in because it was trending on ‘Chair Shot’, subscribing before I leave!

-Me too lolololol honestly I watched with suspicion but I smell the scent of the ‘real deal’

-This kind of impact is the first since Singularity. No wait, is this even greater?

Hae-rang, who had been silently watching their chat, opened his mouth for once.

“Donations and missions are nice, but your sincere praise gives me the greatest strength.”

-??? What kind of lip service is that?

-Hey. I get it. I get it. I’ll donate again, okay?

-Don’t make us feel sorry with words you don’t mean, okay? ^^

-You know that saying? ‘People who say they’re not interested in money’ turn out to be the most money-crazy bastards.

Hae-rang smiled bitterly.

It seemed like his sincerity wasn’t being properly conveyed this time.

Hae-rang posed a question to the tournament system window.

“When will the championship prize arrive?”

【It will be shipped by the organizers tomorrow and can be received the next day.】

“I see. Thank you.”

-Can’t you check if it’s pure gold or just plated?

-Look at the size of that jar. If that’s pure gold, how much would it be worth?

-Gwanjong Cheonma! What are you going to do next? Going back to Iron Fist?

Amidst the still chaotic Chat Window, the jar tournament came to an end.

* * *

After possessing ‘This Guy’s’ body.

Hae-rang became able to recall ‘This Guy’s’ past memories.

It wasn’t for nothing that he had tried to take his own life.

[Do you know what the most dangerous extreme poison in this world is? It’s that thing called heart demon.]

The Head of Sichuan Tang Family had said such words in his previous life.

Though this era seems to have somewhat more advanced treatment methods, unfortunately the heart demon that ‘This Guy’ had fallen into was far too concentrated.

Most of the past that ‘This Guy’ remembered consisted only of dark and damp things.

Problems arising at School, conflicts in the Neighborhood, wandering until late at night, and each time Mother would bow down desperately.

When he came Home, Mother would repeat like a parrot the words “it’s okay” and “let’s work together to get treatment” with a face covered in tears.

Truly remarkably, only faded experiences existed in ‘This Guy’s’ memories.

‘But…’

Memories that are meaningless to someone often become precious memories to someone else.

The Red Rose that existed as leftovers in ‘This Guy’s’ memories.

That was an object that held special meaning for Mother.

“Please accept this.”

“Hae-rang… What is this…?”

Laurel Rose.

A type of rose with red and splendid petals layered upon layers.

That was the flower that ‘This Guy’s’ Father had given to Mother when he proposed to her.

It was also the flower that she, who missed Father, would occasionally buy and bring Home.

“It’s a jar I won as a prize, and I thought it would be good to use as a flower vase.”

“This… Golden Jar you mean?”

Her trembling eyes turned toward the crude object.

Inside the large, round Golden Jar were dozens of Laurel Rose stems.

“Don’t worry. It’s not pure gold but plated. It’s okay if it breaks.”

“That’s not what I mean…”

Mother had a face that showed she didn’t understand what was what.

According to ‘This Guy’s’ memories, Mother must feel like heaven and earth had switched places.

She never would have dreamed of receiving Laurel Rose from her son instead of her husband.

But that was only for a moment,

Grin.

Both corners of Mother’s mouth perked up cheerfully.

This too was a sight he was seeing for the first time.

“You take after your dad, your aesthetic sense is really poor.”

“Hm?”

“I’m joking, son. Mom is so happy right now as if she owns the whole world. I feel like I could travel around the country, no, around the world carrying this jar.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

A memory of no significance to the son.

But something that might mean everything to Mother.

Laurel Rose holds such meaning.

“People unconsciously project the things they hold dear.”

“Huh? What do you mean by that all of a sudden?”

“I think Mother is like that too. The Laurel Rose that holds Mother’s memories. I saw it in a place I never expected.”

After saying that, Hae-rang took out his Smartphone.

Then he accessed ‘Chair Shot’ and clicked on one of the recent popular posts to show her.

It was a highlight video of Gwanjong Cheonma.

[Everyone be happy ^^*]

A thoroughly stale comment that might have been popular fifty years ago.

A smile character that seemed to mock people and a spinning rose.

The name of this rose was precisely,

Laurel Rose.

“You…”

Mother, who had been staring at the screen as if entranced, asked with a trembling voice.

“Did you… know?”

“Yes.”

Since he hadn’t asked the person directly, he could only speculate inwardly.

But when reasoning through ‘This Guy’s’ memories and circumstances, there was only one possibility.

Who would even do video editing for a streamer who had been broadcasting for less than a month?

And with quality that would make even industry professionals drop their jaws wide open.

“When I asked people around me, they said the video quality was professional-grade. Top industry level, they said.”

They lived in the same house, and Mother even worked from home.

She spent all day glued to the computer, so it would be strange if she didn’t know.

“I saw Mother doing various tasks besides video editing. Since it’s work that takes up a lot of time, her face often looked haggard.”

“Oh my… Is Mom like that now?”

Mother took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes with her fingers.

Though that wouldn’t make the dark circles disappear.

“Hae-rang. Mom is so happy just seeing you have goals and doing something. But to receive such a meaningful gift on top of that…”

“You’d better get used to it.”

“Huh?”

“Because there will be many more things to make you happy in the future.”

“Hae-rang…”

“I’d like to ask you something too.”

“Really? G-go ahead.”

“Thanks to the videos you edited, my viewers increased a little. It’s helpful to me, so I was wondering why you kept it a secret.”

“Ah… That.”

Mother adjusted her glasses and smiled bashfully.

“I think we had similar feelings.”

“Pardon?”

“Lately Hae-rang keeps making Mom happy out of the blue, so maybe Mom wanted to surprise you too?”

“Hmm.”

He understood to some degree.

Hearts thinking alike.

It seemed Mother and Hae-rang had harbored similar feelings toward each other.

This was also a good thing.

Then from now on.

It was time to talk about ‘business’.

“Please take this.”

“Oh my. What’s this?”

Mother carefully unwrapped the packaging and opened her eyes wide.

“This… this is memory RAM, isn’t it? Made by Ryzen.”

“Yes. They say having this can drastically reduce video editing time. Naturally, the number of times you stay up all night working will decrease too.”

“Hae-rang. Is it okay to give me so many gifts?”

“I’m sorry, but that’s not a gift.”

“Hm? Then?”

Hae-rang’s voice became slightly more businesslike.

“It’s an advance payment.”

“Advance payment…?”

“Instead of uploading occasionally like now, I’d like you to upload my videos regularly. On YouTube.”

“So… you’re asking me to become the dedicated editor for your broadcasts?”

“Yes. I’d like you to reduce your current workload a bit and edit my videos in your spare time.”

Hae-rang pulled out an envelope from his jacket.

It was a contract he had received from Choi Gang-sik in advance.

“I understand editors either receive fixed salaries or contract per project. My contract specifies per-project terms.”

“I see… What money would you have right now? It must be hard enough paying that manager person’s salary.”

“While lack of immediate funds is one reason, there’s a more important reason.”

“What reason… is that?”

A confident breeze crossed Hae-rang’s lips.

“Because with something like a fixed salary, I won’t be able to give you big money later.”

* * *

“Well… Your words sound really good. They sound really good, but…”

Slurp.

Choi Gang-sik, who had been sipping cola through a straw, raised one eyebrow.

“Anyway, our only family is you and Mother. That money is the same money. Why are you putting on airs and talking about conditions?”

“This hamburger is a bit salty.”

“This kid. You always change the subject when it’s hard to talk, don’t you?”

“Even with the same words, it’s better to convey them meaningfully. Words have power.”

Hae-rang had already experienced it.

Cases where those who were considered formidable in Gangho had their families ruined by carelessly wagging their three-inch tongues.

Hae-rang knew how to draw out the other person’s heart through words.

When swallowing the Heavenly Demon Cult, and when drawing out the ten-year pact with the Murim Alliance, he had appropriately used the power of words.

“Mother accepted, so things became easy. I’m planning to create an official YouTube account soon.”

“That’s good.”

“As you know, this is tremendous luck for us. Someone with Mother’s skills is rare even in this industry. We’ve gained tremendous support.”

“I think so too.”

“Now that the Jar Game has come to an end, we’ll start in earnest with YouTube, so the next game has become important.”

Choi Gang-sik bit the straw forcefully.

His eyes seemed somehow desperate.

Hae-rang knew his intention well.

He also knew.

What choice would allow them to recruit viewers in large numbers.

“We’re going with the Assassin series.”

“Excellent!”

Choi Gang-sik clapped his hands with a sharp sound.

He hadn’t intended to force it, but it was what he had secretly hoped for.

If they did the Assassin series, they could naturally draw aggro related to Singularity.

[The very game that Singularity had proposed!]

[Game broadcast of the promising talent chosen by S Da-hong S!]

Something like that.

“However.”

“Hm?”

Unfortunately, it seemed a picture somewhat different from the scenario Choi Gang-sik had envisioned would unfold.

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