Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 84

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Chapter 84

 

“This person. Do you remember?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Of course I remember.

 

I left deep memories(?) with This Guy in the last match of placement.

 

“I was actually curious about that.”

 

He was one of the final 5 survivors.

 

Just before Hae-rang eliminated ‘Buddy Buddy’.

 

‘Bomb Magix’s Love Shot alarm went off.

 

It was an alarm that appears when players kill each other.

 

“I thought he would take the car and go to a safe place. But I remember being puzzled when he drove toward the Red Zone.”

 

“Maybe he lost his mind from being tormented by you so much? Your play style has persistent and wicked aspects.”

 

“Yes…”

 

Hae-rang, who was answering absentmindedly, opens his eyes wide like an owl and looks at Mother.

 

“What?”

 

Mother blinks her kind eyes from behind her round glasses.

 

“Ah. Sorry. Was I being too objective?”

 

“Saying ‘objective’… sounds even more strange.”

 

“Hoho.”

 

Hae-rang and Mother looked at each other and laughed.

 

Both were joking, but it wasn’t entirely untrue.

 

He forced others to drive,

 

told them to jump out of moving cars.

 

He even told them to crash into oncoming vehicles.

 

As a result, they all achieved good results,

 

but the gameplay itself was tough, that’s true.

 

“But I like this style. This is a battlefield, isn’t it?”

 

“I agree.”

 

Hae-rang nodded.

 

On the battlefield, you need to be a cunning strategist rather than an innocent fool.

 

The result of ‘placement test all chicken’ proved it.

 

That Hae-rang’s method wasn’t wrong.

 

“The title is no joke, right? [‘Bomb Magix’ driven to fake madness by Gwanjong Cheonma]. Even if it wasn’t your nickname, I think I would have clicked on the video.”

 

“That’s true.”

 

Hae-rang first checked the channel information.

 

The subscriber count of three thousand was impressive.

 

“He said his live viewer count was around 30, but he has quite a lot of YouTube subscribers for that.”

 

“You can find out such things while gaming?”

 

“We talked about various things in the car. When I pointed a gun barrel at him, he told me pretty much everything.”

 

“Oh my. What a villain.”

 

“I thought you… liked my style?”

 

“Hoho. I’m joking.”

 

Hae-rang and Mother bantered back and forth while checking the list of uploaded videos.

 

He was a diligent friend.

 

The videos weren’t short either, but they were consistently uploaded every two to three days.

 

The like ratio and number of comments were also high compared to the view count.

 

This meant his subscribers had high loyalty.

 

“Shall we watch it now?”

 

[‘Bomb Magix’ driven to fake madness by Gwanjong Cheonma!!]

 

Mother clicked on that video.

 

Then an intro video of C4 bombs exploding from all directions appeared.

 

“He was like that in the game too, and his YouTube concept is clear.”

 

“That’s probably why he’s popular. Users who are ambiguously skilled tend to be less popular.”

 

“That’s right.”

 

Hae-rang asked without taking his eyes off the monitor.

 

“I heard you didn’t know ‘PUBG’ at all before I started gaming, but now you know it well?”

 

“What are you saying? It’s the game my son broadcasts, so of course Mother should know about it.”

 

A warm breeze blows across Hae-rang’s lips.

 

The intro ended and ‘Bomb Magix’ appeared.

 

“This is that scene.”

 

Looking like he would die immediately even if a bullet just grazed him,

 

It was a complete mess.

 

‘Bomb Magix’ looked at the man standing on top of the church building and asked.

 

[When do you think a person dies?]

 

[You crazy bastard! Why are you desperately trying to crawl up here!]

 

The condition of the user standing on top of the church building wasn’t good either.

 

One side had guns.

 

One side had bombs.

 

They were engaged in fierce combat with their respective specialties.

 

Most importantly, the church building was already being consumed by the Red Zone.

 

A situation where health was draining even while standing still.

 

“His play style has changed. Jix prefers camping over attacking.”

 

“Something… doesn’t it seem like he keeps trying to go to higher places?”

 

Since the Red Zone had consumed this area, this terrain was completely useless.

 

But Bomb Magix fought without caring about that.

 

Because of this, his opponent was also stuck and kept firing his gun.

 

[I’ll ask again. When do you think a person dies?]

 

[Stop with the concept act, you bastard. We’re both going to die!]

 

[No. I won’t die.]

 

Boom!

 

Bomb Magix flew through the air.

 

The moment the C4 planted on the ground exploded, the tactical shield he was standing on shot upward.

 

Before anyone knew it, his body had reached the church rooftop.

 

Thud thud thud.

 

Bomb Magix placed down all the bombs from his bag.

 

Then he took his characteristic pose with both arms spread left and right.

 

[The moment of witnessing an ecstatic work of art. I achieve eternal life.]

 

[Hey, you crazy bastard!]

 

Along with his opponent’s scream, the entire rooftop was engulfed in explosions.

 

Boooom!

 

The moment his body was blown away by the explosion.

 

Jix wore a telescope instead of his usual green glasses.

 

His hands, clenched so tightly that veins bulged, showed his determination.

 

Bomb Magix, who had shot high into the sky, shouted loudly.

 

“Go! Gwanjong Cheonma!”

 

The camera angle changed dramatically.

 

From a close-up of Jix’s mouth to the distant quarry.

 

Intense metal music played along with spectacular camera work.

 

A bike shot up like a rocket as the C4 exploded.

 

There was someone diving toward that trajectory like an eagle,

 

and that was Gwanjong Cheonma, Hae-rang.

 

“Wow. This person edits well.”

 

Mother opened her mouth in amazement.

 

For her, who had excellent editing skills, to give praise,

 

both the music and direction showed outstanding quality.

 

Thump!

 

Hae-rang mounted the soaring bike and continued ascending endlessly.

 

It was an innovative method that no one could have predicted.

 

“Did you plan this strategy yourself?”

 

“Yes. Not only the strategy, but I also installed the bombs myself. I learned from Jix.”

 

“Amazing. It’s too well-planned to be considered improvisation.”

 

Whoosh!

 

A Panzer shot from the quarry missed,

 

followed by the second shot.

 

In this situation, Hae-rang detonated the second bomb.

 

Bang!

 

The attached bikes separated from each other.

 

The already fast speed gained momentum.

 

At the same time, Hae-rang’s appearance became slightly blurred.

 

The camera couldn’t keep up with that destructive speed.

 

Slash!

 

As Hae-rang’s swinging machete cut through ‘Stage of Friendship’, the video slowly faded to black.

 

Soon after, white text appeared on the black background.

 

[In the scene of massacre, art blooms.]

 

“Oh my.”

 

An exclamation burst from Mother’s mouth.

 

“Even the ending is wonderful. Mom always says the last scene of videos is problematic. What do you think?”

 

“I found it entertaining too. I was wondering how it would be seeing myself on someone else’s YouTube, but I’m completely satisfied with this.”

 

“So this person went near the Red Zone because he wanted to get a better view of the explosion our Hae-rang designed? From a high place with a clear view.”

 

“It seems so. He stayed true to his concept until the very last moment.”

 

“Hoho. This Bomb Magix person. I can see why his YouTube is doing well.”

 

A style of planting bombs and camping.

 

Since there’s a lot of waiting time, live broadcasts can be boring.

 

That’s why YouTube highlights felt more appealing.

 

You could cut out all the camping scenes and just show the bomb scenes.

 

And with this level of editing skill.

 

“If it weren’t for Mother, I might have asked this guy to do my editing.”

 

“Hoho. That’s nice to hear.”

 

Mother smiled broadly and soon searched for other videos.

 

But that was all the videos related to Hae-rang.

 

“I thought there might be a part 2, but there isn’t? I guess he didn’t edit the chicken dinner process separately.”

 

“From Jix’s perspective, it would be an unnecessary video. He didn’t use bombs after taking down ‘Stage of Friendship’.”

 

“Ah. So that’s how the criteria work. His concept is really solid.”

 

Mother smacked her lips.

 

She seemed to wish they had shown more videos of her son’s performance.

 

“That’s Mother’s job now. Please edit not just the bombs but all of the placement matches beautifully.”

 

“Hmph! Leave it to me.”

 

Mother snorted ambitiously, steeling her resolve.

 

She seemed quite stimulated by the video they just watched.

 

Hae-rang had a feeling this video would turn out well too.

 

* * *

 

“Yaaawn.”

 

Late at night.

 

Hae-rang and Choi Gang-sik sat side by side in a 24-hour cafe.

 

Choi Gang-sik yawned lazily and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

 

“Damn it. Why does America want to make calls at dawn?”

 

“There’s a time difference.”

 

“I know, man. It’s a joke, a joke.”

 

Choi Gang-sik distorted his dark circles as he gulped down his iced Americano.

 

“Damn. I’m done sleeping tonight. Coffee at this hour.”

 

“Isn’t this a night you wouldn’t be able to sleep easily anyway?”

 

“Hmm. That’s true too.”

 

Hae-rang and Choi Gang-sik looked at each other and smiled meaningfully.

 

It was true.

 

It would be a lie to say they weren’t tired, but a video call that would instantly blow away their fatigue was waiting.

 

Ring ring!

 

“It’s here.”

 

As if he had never yawned, Choi Gang-sik straightened his clothes.

 

Choi Gang-sik was dressed in formal business attire, while Hae-rang wore a white shirt.

 

Although it was a video call, they needed to be as formal as possible.

 

Today, their video call partner was a giant corporation representing capsule games.

 

“Should I answer?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Choi Gang-sik took a deep breath and pressed the accept button.

 

-Mr. Choi?

 

The man on screen was also wearing a shirt and tie.

 

But the perceptive Choi Gang-sik could quickly assess the other party’s job.

 

‘A developer.’

 

He had an overall sensitive appearance.

 

Angular horn-rimmed glasses and sunken cheeks.

 

Not as much as his own, but this guy’s dark circles were quite thick too.

 

His shirt showed wrinkles here and there, and his tie knot was tilted to one side.

 

He had tried to dress formally, but it didn’t quite suit him.

 

-I’m Senior Robin from the ‘Assassin Series’ development team. I’m using a translation program locally. Please wait a moment and it will automatically convert to Korean.

 

Choi Gang-sik rounded his mouth and stared at Hae-rang.

 

Hae-rang had a similar expression.

 

‘This is big corporation class?’

 

In this era where capsule machines have been developed, automatic translation wouldn’t be a big deal,

 

but the thoughtfulness of installing the program in advance in case communication was difficult was evident.

 

‘This feels good?’

 

Choi Gang-sik puffed out his chest a little wider.

 

A good start is half the battle.

 

He felt like the other party was treating them with some respect.

 

“Nice to meet you, Robin. As you well know, sitting next to me is the one with the nickname ‘Gwanjong Cheonma’, Cheon Hae-rang.”

 

-Hello, Mr. Cheon. I’ve heard a lot about you through Team Leader Ji-man. Enough to make my ears callused.

 

“I’m Cheon Hae-rang. Please treat me well. Isn’t Team Leader Choi Ji-man participating in today’s video call?”

 

-Ah, about that…

 

An awkward smile appeared on Robin’s lips.

 

He shrugged his shoulders and answered.

 

-He went to fight. Fight.

 

“Fight? With whom?”

 

-With the Homepage Directing Team Leader. He’s demanding to update a new page immediately.

 

“A new page…?”

 

Choi Gang-sik scratched his head.

 

He seemed unable to grasp the situation.

 

Hae-rang, who had been quiet, spoke briefly.

 

“Untouchable.”

 

“Ah!”

 

As if he just remembered, Choi Gang-sik clapped his hands.

 

Robin also nodded his head.

 

-You cleared the ‘Assassin Series’ in disaster mode, and all with triple S, right? Judging by how I can hear the team leader’s loud voice from way over here, it should be reflected by tonight.

 

“Haha. I knew Team Leader Choi had a lot of interest in Hae-rang, but I didn’t know he would go this far for him.”

 

-I also thought the team leader was being excessive at first. But now I’ve changed my mind. Mr. Cheon is sufficiently qualified for this. So, about that…

 

Robin took out an envelope from his jacket.

 

Robin spread out the document contained inside in front of the camera.

 

-Originally we would send international mail or our company’s certified email, but since this is a project that received emergency exception approval, we ask for your understanding.

 

“Yes. We’re fine with that.”

 

Gonau Soft was asking for understanding.

 

That global conglomerate!

 

He was confident he could give such understanding a hundred or thousand times over.

 

Choi Gang-sik read the text on the screen intently.

 

Then he smiled brightly.

 

“Ha, haha! The text doesn’t get automatically translated, Robin.”

 

Hae-rang sighed quietly, but Choi Gang-sik deliberately ignored it.

 

“What does the content say? You can tell us verbally if you’d like.”

 

-Ah. Right. The document is related to ‘Gonau Soft’s’ official proposal.

 

A somewhat sensitive but curious gaze.

 

That gaze turned toward Hae-rang on the screen.

 

-We at ‘Gonau Soft’ would like to invite Mr. Cheon as an official tester.

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