Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 92
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Chapter 92
Bang bang bang!
Thud.
Gunshots rang out everywhere, and kill logs were constantly being reported.
The Abandoned Temple was nothing short of complete chaos right now.
Looking at the Red Zone and mini map, whoever controlled this place would get the chicken.
“Huff! Huff!”
Dressed in a gloomy ash-gray suit.
A user wearing black sunglasses steadied his breathing.
Nickname ‘Funeral Hope.’
He was currently playing his master promotion match.
Less than ten players remained.
‘I just need to hold out here a little longer.’
He didn’t necessarily need to get first place.
If he could just buy a little more time here,
if he could just add a few more kills, master promotion seemed possible.
Twang! Bang!
“Ugh…!”
‘Funeral Hope’ took cover behind the building’s outer wall to avoid the gunfire.
Survival Ground users each had their own style.
The type who enjoyed rushing and urban combat.
The type who enjoyed sniping.
The type who only camped until they had full equipment.
Funeral Hope’s style was ‘sniping.’
Rat-a-tat-tat!
‘Perfect.’
Far away on the opposite outer wall, he could see a head.
‘Funeral Hope’s’ gun was equipped with an 8x scope.
With this, he could kill players at a decent distance.
“Shhh.”
Briefly holding his breath and calmly taking aim, ‘Funeral Hope’ pulled the trigger.
Twang!
Thunk!
With a dull sound, the opponent’s body collapsed.
【’Funeral Hope’ has eliminated ‘When This War Ends To Her’!】
【Current kill ranking: 1st Gwanjong Cheonma (25 kills) 2nd…】
“Nice…!”
Worried his position might be exposed,
‘Funeral Hope’ quietly expressed his joy.
The sniper rifle he possessed was commonly called ‘Etap.’
The one called AWM boasted the highest damage.
Whether they wore a level 3 helmet or whatever, a headshot meant certain death.
Just like ‘When This War Ends To Her’ who had just been taken out.
‘If I get into the top 5 kill ranking, I should be able to get promoted…’
‘Funeral Hope’ scanned through the status window.
What stood out most was naturally the 1st place in kills.
It was a guy called ‘Gwanjong Cheonma.’
‘Amazing. 25 kills on Sanhok.’
A map with frequent engagements.
On a battlefield called a ‘dogfight,’ it was hard for one person to sweep up kills.
With battles happening in all directions, anyone would be exposed to danger.
Yet this guy called Gwanjong Cheonma was recording an overwhelming score.
‘The kill difference with 2nd place is more than ten.’
Suddenly he felt envious of this guy called Gwanjong Cheonma.
Even if the game ended right here, that guy would definitely go up at least one rank.
Guys who rapidly climbed tiers were mostly this style.
Those who swept up kills like a storm.
‘Gwanjong Cheonma. I feel like I’ve heard that name somewhere.’
While ‘Funeral Hope’ was searching his memory storage for the name Gwanjong Cheonma,
Swoosh.
A shadow covered over his head.
“Huh!”
Startled, ‘Funeral Hope’ frantically aimed his gun.
But there was no one around him.
Just ‘something’ in the sky blocking the sunlight.
“That’s… a parachute?”
‘Funeral Hope’ doubted his own eyes.
A parachute.
Was he saying someone was parachuting down to attack this abandoned temple?
Unless they were complete idiots with noodles for brains,
this was a choice no one in Diamond rank would make.
Once spotted, everyone in the temple would try to target the parachute first.
Rat-tat-tat-tat!
Bang!
Indeed.
As soon as his thought finished, gunshots rang out from multiple locations.
A target like that belonged to whoever hit it first.
A golden opportunity to add a free kill!
Rat-tat-tat!
Bang bang bang!
“Idiots.”
‘Funeral Hope’ mocked the players in the temple.
How many bullets had they fired by now, and still no kill log?
Even with the distance, after pouring out that many bullets, they should have gotten a kill.
“Can’t be helped. I’ll have to step in myself.”
‘Funeral Hope’ shouldered his AWM and closed one eye.
He had hesitated to fire, worried about revealing his position,
but with gunshots ringing out everywhere, it seemed like no problem now.
Click.
With 8x magnification, he couldn’t see very detailed features.
But it was more than enough to aim for the hit box.
Sparks flew from the AWM’s gun barrel.
Bang!
A hit.
‘Funeral Hope’ was confident as he checked for the kill log.
【….】
“Hm?”
Something strange had happened.
He was sure he had hit, but no kill log appeared.
“Does he still have health left? Or was it the distance?”
‘Funeral Hope’ tilted his head and focused more on his aim.
And the second shot.
Bang!
【….】
The same result came again.
‘Funeral Hope’s’ face turned red beneath his sunglasses.
At this rate, wasn’t he no different from the idiots he had just mocked?
‘I definitely confirmed the second one. It hit!’
The enemy leisurely descending by parachute.
When he attempted the second snipe, he clearly witnessed the guy’s body flinch.
From that reaction, it definitely hit.
Did he use a first aid kit in midair?
‘No. If that were the case, there would be noticeable movement.’
‘Funeral Hope’ gritted his teeth and took his third and fourth shots.
Bang! Bang!
But the guy didn’t die.
Meanwhile, the parachute continued its leisurely descent until it was close to touching the ground.
Soon the intruder’s body was covered by the parachute.
“Crazy… What kind of immortal is he?”
‘Funeral Hope’ muttered in a dazed voice.
No matter how good a vest’s performance was, this didn’t make sense.
Soon a strong temptation overwhelmed his mind.
‘I’m curious…!’
The temptation of curiosity.
Even knowing it would be very dangerous to get close to that place,
he wanted to go near and check it out.
‘Hold back. Hold it back…!’
At least three or four players remained in this abandoned temple.
Their gazes would also be directed toward the parachute.
He might get killed before even approaching the parachute.
‘What should I do?’
At the moment when reason and emotion collided,
‘Funeral Hope’ pinched his thigh to suppress the impulse.
Whether to approach or endure.
A silent battle with himself continued.
Just then,
Whoosh!
‘A smoke grenade?’
Thick smoke billowed up between the building and the parachute.
The purpose was as clear as day.
Someone couldn’t contain their curiosity and was trying to enter the parachute.
Honestly, he didn’t want to blame that guy.
He was dying of curiosity himself.
‘Being curious is one thing.’
‘Funeral Hope’ closed one eye while shouldering his AWM.
Whether it was the guy who came down from the parachute or the one approaching.
It would be a blessing if either one died.
However, due to the cleverly deployed smoke grenade, he couldn’t see any silhouette at all.
“Tsk.”
Just as ‘Funeral Hope’ clicked his tongue and was about to take his eye off the scope.
Bang!
A gunshot suddenly rang out.
“Shit! What the hell!”
‘Funeral Hope’ jumped in surprise and looked forward again.
The smoke grenade was still thickly spread.
Judging by the sound, something had definitely happened around the parachute.
What on earth could it be?
The kill log provided a clear answer.
【’Gwanjong Cheonma’ has eliminated ‘CuriousThenFiveHundredWon’!】
【Current kill ranking: 1st Gwanjong Cheonma (26 kills) 2nd…】
“Gwanjong Cheonma…!”
That guy had appeared.
The player with the most kills currently on Sanhok.
His kill count had gone up by one more due to the recent shooting.
“I definitely heard gunshots from around the parachute…”
Then, did that mean the guy who came down with the parachute was Gwanjong Cheonma?
That guy who had been showered with countless bullets, not to mention his own?
“High kill count, but doesn’t die.”
After carefully organizing the clues, ‘Funeral Hope’ suddenly ground his teeth.
“That bastard. Is he hacking?”
There are various types of hacks.
Starting from the widely known ‘auto-aim’ hack to hacks that reveal all map information.
And he had heard of hacks like the current situation where you ‘don’t die even when hit.’
“Now the secret behind 26 kills is revealed. Dirty bastard.”
Just as ‘Funeral Hope’ was muttering through gritted teeth.
Once again, a smoke grenade spread before his eyes.
Who was it that said it?
History repeats itself.
It seemed another user couldn’t contain their curiosity.
“What is it? What’s happening!”
Bang!
“Aaaahhh!”
The second one.
“What’s going on? Me too, me too!”
Bang!
“Aaaahhh!”
The third one.
Human curiosity is this terrifying.
A situation where you could guarantee decent results just by sitting still.
But the three who fell were truly curious.
About how that guy, who had been showered with enough bullet casings to make his whole body tattered,
managed to come down alive.
‘Three people remaining…!’
‘Funeral Hope’ and ‘Gwanjong Cheonma’.
And ‘No Server Server’ confirmed in the kill log – these three had become the final survivors.
His heart began beating violently at the thought that he could get chicken if he just eliminated two more.
Whiiiine!
The final Red Zone followed.
After examining the map, ‘Funeral Hope’ smiled triumphantly.
‘Perfect! This building is the safest!’
The Abandoned Temple had three buildings in total.
The inner building where he was located was the farthest from the Red Zone.
Now ‘Gwanjong Cheonma’ and ‘No Server Server’ had to choose.
Would they come out of the building and become his prey?
Or would they burn to death inside the Red Zone?
‘Funeral Hope’ was tensing up with anticipation.
Whoosh!
A small, black object flew through the air in an arc.
The object was a grenade.
Forget checking—he was planning to just blow up the parachute entirely.
The reason the guys who died earlier hadn’t done this was probably because of that damn curiosity.
Now that only three survivors remained, performance seemed to take priority over curiosity.
‘Right. That’s the way to do it. Farewell, Gwanjong Cheonma.’
Funeral Hope was saying his mental goodbye when—
BOOM!
With a thunderous sound, the grenade exploded in mid-air.
Startled, ‘Funeral Hope’ involuntarily flinched his shoulders.
“What?”
Did he cook it too quickly?
Or was the grenade defective?
No.
Funeral Hope shook his head.
‘Survival Ground’ didn’t have settings like ‘defective items.’
And at diamond tier, there were almost no cases of throwing grenades incorrectly.
Then there was only one remaining possibility—
‘He… shot it?’
He had precisely hit the incoming grenade and detonated it.
It sounded insane, but there was no other way to explain it.
“Ugh… ughhh!”
He was curious.
What secret was hidden inside that parachute?
He was so incredibly curious!
Extreme curiosity welled up in ‘Funeral Hope’s’ heart.
Forget chicken—he wanted to jump up and rush out right now.
“You damn bastaaaard!”
Fortunately,
there was a player who had lost his rational restraint before him.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
‘No Server Server’ charged forward wildly, spraying bullets around the parachute.
‘Funeral Hope’ understood that feeling completely.
And he was grateful.
He would solve the parachute’s mystery for him and become a sacrifice for his kill score.
Hissss!
Then, smoke rose once again.
‘Funeral Hope’ widened his eyes.
This time it wasn’t a smoke grenade thrown from outside.
From inside that covered parachute, ‘That Guy’ had set off a smoke grenade himself.
“Huh?”
Even ‘No Server Server,’ who had been charging forward, stopped his advance at that ominous atmosphere.
Smoke billowing up from inside the parachute.
It felt like a monster was about to emerge from within.
“Well then. Shall we go?”
It wasn’t exactly an inaccurate description.
7 games, 7 chickens.
The mutant monster that had appeared in Survival Ground was beginning to take action.
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