Master Swordsman’s Stream - Chapter 140

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Chapter 140

“Wow! Wow! Yoon-ho! You’re really doing this? Come on! I believed in you!!!”
Rumi shouted from beside him.
And Alpaca tensed up, clenching his fists, ready to cheer.
Wind Sword seemed uncomfortable with the atmosphere and hadn’t made a sound, but he was clearly watching with intense focus.
‘There’s real tension here?’
Seo Jun watched the limp, sloppy fight between the characters with genuine interest.
The character belonging to a Beast Cartel player was like a doll made of clay.
True to its appearance, the movements were incredibly sluggish and lacked force to the point of making you question the physics engine, yet oddly there was impact to the strikes.
Thwack!
Thwack-thwack-thwack!

[Yoon-ho’s Flabby Punch!]
[Ah! Does he have him by the collar? He does! Weed Player! Yoon-ho is carrying him toward the crusher on the map’s edge!]
[Only two players left! And if Yoon-ho can’t kill him here, it’s over!]

“No! If we win this round, we’re in first place, but if we lose, we have to play another!”
Rumi said worriedly, and just as Alpaca and Wind Sword’s eyes widened—
the yellow clay lump of an opponent’s character lost its grip on Yoon-ho’s blue character.
As if gravity were diminished, like on the moon, the character that fell to the ground bounced a couple of times with a springy boink, boink sound.
Then Yoon-ho stood up and in turn grabbed the opponent and lifted him.

[A comeback!]

Thud, thud, thud, thud!
The character demonstrating true moon-walking then shoved the opponent into the crusher beside them, and a message appeared.

[Game Over!]
[Winner: Yoon-ho!]

[Congratulations! The points for the first game go to Yoon-ho’s team for being the first to secure three winning rounds!]

“Wow! Yoon-ho actually pulled it off?”
“He really did!”
“Well…….”
Wind Sword started to say something but trailed off.
Seo Jun felt he could infer what came next. In fact, anyone who knew the team’s atmosphere a moment ago could have guessed.
‘If Yoon-ho hadn’t done his part, we might all be dead.’
That was the feeling in the team.
While other E-rank players had come hoping to win, for Yoon-ho it was a matter of life and death.
The difference in mindset was what made the victory possible, Seo Jun thought.

[Haha! Then let’s reveal the points!]
[Yes! Yoon-ho’s team will receive 500 Points!]

The points earned from winning the game were the same Points used in the Auction.
Today, the team with the most remaining Points would have the right to choose their group.
After the Auction ended, any leftover Points were used this way.
“500 Points?!”
Alpaca’s eyes widened.
“We have the most!”
No other team had managed to save 500 Points after not spending heavily in the Auction.

-Wow!
-They’re giving out a lot lol
-It’s not like we’ll need it tomorrow anyway, just handing it out

[Ah, and now for the second game. Just so you know, the winning team of the second game gets 2,000 Points! Everyone, fight until the very end!]

Arin winked, and an advertisement began playing.

-Lmao
-So we just gotta win Ground Zero and we get to pick the group lol
-What even is the Training Camp Meta lol
-Operations team: We were worried everyone wouldn’t try in the last game, so we put everything into it lol

The Training Camp Meta is what you call it when the final match renders everything you’ve built up meaningless.
It was quite fitting, Seo Jun thought, and chuckled.
Not a bitter laugh.
Everyone was here to have fun, after all.
The team members weren’t upset either.
“Right, this was always that kind of tournament?”
At Rumi’s words, everyone nodded in agreement.

* * *

“The champion has arrived!”
The owner returned to the Lobby, wearing a triumphant expression.
But now that the Training Camp Meta had been revealed, getting a positive reaction was difficult.
“Oh, you’re back?”
“Nice work.”
“Great job!”
“Well done.”
Faced with lukewarm responses, Yoon-ho tilted his head in confusion. Just as he opened his mouth to brag—
“So, shall we discuss our next game strategy?”
Alpaca said.
Yoon-ho’s eyes shot daggers: ‘What about my victory? What about my praise? Didn’t I do well this time?’ But Alpaca lightly ignored him.
“You’ve heard about the Battle Royale before, right?”
It was directed at Seo Jun. After all, he was the only one who hadn’t played that game.
“Yes.”
Ground Zero.
An FPS Battle Royale game.
Battle Royale refers to a rule where participants are thrown into one location and fight until the last person or last team survives.
When many compete at once—in a situation like now—it was the perfect genre for a quick match.
“Ah! I got 500 Points, so if we win this, we get 2,000 Points!”
Yoon-ho realized the reason through the chat and muttered to himself. Now that he understood, his sense of injustice vanished, and he immediately jumped into the discussion.
“You understand this too, right? Then! Let’s go with the Gandhi Meta.”
Since Battle Royale is a system where only the last person survives regardless of the path, there were many ways to reach that final position.
Among them, the most representative were the Jonber Meta, the Gandhi Meta, and the Yeopo Meta.
The Jonber Meta is where you hold one position as long as possible and only deal with enemies who come to you.
It’s similar to the Gandhi Meta, which avoids combat as much as possible and pursues non-violence.
And the Yeopo Meta, which is the exact opposite, involves actively seeking out combat.
Beyond these, there were countless other metas like the Real Estate Agent Meta—where you preempt good buildings—and the Prayer-to-the-Sky Meta, though most were considered more for entertainment value, Seo Jun had heard.
Yoon-ho spoke.
“The player count is quite small, right? Twenty-four people. Even on a narrow map, there should be plenty of room to farm items fully. So what if we avoid early combat, farm safely, and then fight once people have thinned out? By then, you’ll be comfortable with it, Seo Jun, and you can fly around.”
In other words, avoid combat early on.
“And if we’re lucky enough to grab dropped supplies, we’ll give them to you.”
Everyone nodded in agreement once again.
“You trust me?”
Seo Jun spoke with a meaningful smile.
“Yes.”
“Since there’s no Ground Zero specialist streamer, you’re the only one we can trust anyway.”
I see.
“Oh, but you don’t absolutely have to win. It’s nice to be able to fight whoever we want in the group stage, but it doesn’t give us a huge advantage.”
It was meant to take the pressure off.
But Seo Jun hadn’t felt pressured in the first place.
‘Since we’re doing it, we should win.’
A game I’ve never played before?
That’s fine. Unless it has weirdly bad controls, all games are basically the same, and the way to win is always identical, isn’t it?
“Then what if we do both the Gandhi Meta and the Yeopo Meta?”
“Huh?”

-Lmao what’s he about to do now
-Those two are compatible?
-Crazy talk again.

* * *

Seo Jun launched Ground Zero. Then he received an invitation from the tournament organizers.
A list of twenty names appeared in his interface.
The game had 4 players per team, 24 total.
Even the smallest map runs with 64 players.
Of course, there were maps that ran with 32 during events, but regardless, having fewer people than a typical game was certain.

[Alright! Then let’s begin!]

As the game started, the official broadcast Seo Jun had been watching cut out.
When his eyes opened, he was in a somewhat dark, massive warehouse. A loud rumble and roar shook the walls and reached him.
‘Ah. It wasn’t a warehouse—it was a plane, right? We jump from here to the map, then fighting starts.’
Twenty-four users sat in a line along the wall, grouped by team.
Some wore strange Helmets, others were dyed entirely pink, and shockingly, one Streamer was wearing nothing but underwear.
No matter that it was an Avatar, they’d scanned their own body—that’s some serious confidence.
‘I should keep an eye on that person.’
There was a saying in the martial world.
Be wary of women, children, and the elderly.
Similarly, in gaming, there’s a saying:
Be wary of the player in underwear.
They’re either a true Newbie—a genuine weakling—or an absolute master with nothing left to do in-game. One or the other.
Since Seo Jun’s outfit was just plain pants and a jacket on his first try, that person was likely a master.
“Seo Jun! The plane door will open soon. Get ready to jump! First we need to check what map it is—you can see the Minimap once the door opens. Once we know the map and situation…….”
While Rumi, standing beside Seo Jun, was speaking, a loud bang echoed through the plane.
Clunk!
Screeeech!
And the plane’s door began to open.
Users with sharp eyes recognized the location from the sky’s color alone, before even seeing the terrain below.
“It’s the Great Desert!”
“Insane—twenty-four people and they give us the biggest map?”
“Quick, check the Minimap!”
Chaos broke out.
In contrast, his team was at peace. They’d simply decided to watch people jump and head for the quietest spot.
The Gandhi Meta.
“Let’s check it first.”
The plane’s route is always the same for each map. So once you check the map, if you know the game at all, there’s usually no rush.
But this isn’t a regular game. Who knows what the organizers did.
And sure enough.
“Wait! Why is the Storm already forming?!”
“Wow. This’ll be a brawl.”
“If we’d jumped right now, we’d have gone straight to the Safe Zone and died from Storm damage. Ugh.”
The Storm.
An essential mechanism of Battle Royale.
Seo Jun studied the circle drawn on the Minimap carefully.
“If you’re outside that circle, your health keeps draining, right?”
“Yes. And as time passes, that circle keeps shrinking, limiting the safe play area.”
To avoid the Storm, you have to move inside the circle, and so naturally users scattered across the map converge and fight.
“But the circle is now so small it doesn’t even cover half the map, which means……”
We need to stay close from the start.
“Yes. The organizers’ meddling.”

-That’s rough
-Right, the organizers want to watch streamers farm comfortably and fight, right? lol
-Facts

“What will you do?”
Alpaca asked Seo Jun if they should reconsider their strategy.
And without a moment’s hesitation, Seo Jun replied.
“Let’s go with it.”
Small? That’s actually better.

* * *

As the transport plane entered the Safe Zone, users began jumping out one by one.
And in that line was Challenger Jungler Dokkaebi.
‘We’re taking the Camp.’
Whoosh!
With the sensation of his heart dropping, Dokkaebi began free-falling, controlling his speed while observing his surroundings.
The former because if he went too fast, his Parachute wouldn’t deploy, and the latter to confirm how many competitors were contending for the Camp.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
‘Huh?’
He counted again.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
‘Huh? What?’
Same number.
This shouldn’t be possible.
He was thrown off because his count didn’t include himself.
If you included him, that was nine people heading to one spot—but how could nine people appear in a game with 4-person teams?

-Isn’t that Seo Jun?
-That noisy one from the start?
-He was the loudest during the Auction today too lol
-A 995 Points body worth of a premium player

Reading the chat and identifying each person properly, Dokkaebi could now see the situation clearly.
Seo Jun.
The biggest mystery among the players from today’s Auction, where three team leaders went all-in on Points.
‘Looks like he jumped wrong and alone.’
Dokkaebi thought nothing of it at first.
‘Let me grab the Camp and head underground……’
Whoooosh!
But when some object plummeting vertically passed him at incredible speed, he was greatly startled.
‘He’s not controlling his speed? If that happens……’
The object that passed him was Seo Jun. And his acceleration was no joke.
As expected, the Parachute didn’t deploy due to the system.
Bang!!!
Seo Jun landed on a building’s Rooftop. Before any of the other nine.
‘Wow. He even rotated his body to land properly at the end.’
Dokkaebi admired it as he deployed his Parachute.

-Absolute alpha lmao
-Coming solo doing a full-body dive lol
-His health must be in critical condition now. Let’s go grab him

“It’s dangerous if you go after him.”
The benefit of not deploying a Parachute is that you land first and can Farm items before anyone else.
But there’s always a reason why people don’t do it.

-One hit and he’s dead with that health
-Just go tap him
-He looks like a clueless Newbie, let’s show him the bitterness of Battle Royale

Fall Damage.
A term for Fall Damage, referring to the game system where falling from a certain height or higher causes health loss.
“With that health, you’d go down even without me.”
Through his Parachute, Dokkaebi descended slowly, angling toward a building slightly away from Seo Jun’s.
A quick glance showed that, luckily, there was a Pistol on the Rooftop of the building Seo Jun had fallen onto.
‘Ah, I was trying to get there first.’
Dokkaebi set aside his regret and watched Seo Jun.
At first, Seo Jun seemed flustered, scratching his head.
Then he said something to the viewers, shrugged, and walked toward the Pistol.
The Pistol came into Seo Jun’s hand.
‘Should I put some distance between us?’
And at that moment.
Seo Jun and Dokkaebi’s eyes met.
Seo Jun smiles faintly.
Then he threw the Pistol far away.
‘What?’
An incomprehensible development.
But what Seo Jun did next was even more absurd.
‘He’s raising both hands? That’s a Boxing stance? He’s doing this to me, right?’

-Dokkaebi, he’s asking you to fight barehanded? lol
-No but why’d he throw the Pistol if one hit kills him lol
-Ah lol Dokkaebi’s a semi-pro in real-world Boxing, and he’s doing this? lol
-One thing’s for sure, the guy’s definitely alpha as hell? lol

‘Wow……. I can’t ignore this.’
Dokkaebi changed the direction of his Parachute.

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