Master Swordsman’s Stream - Chapter 145

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Chapter 145

“What? What are you talking about, Penguin?”
Bang Ju was responding to Penguin’s commentary—that Seo Jun had thrown away his gun and fallen out of contention for first place.
“That’s right! Please explain—or rather, clarify for us!”
Arin joined in as well.

-Clarify, not explain lmaooo
-True colors showing?
-Is the caster even a caster? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Why’s Bang Ju like that already ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

No one would have believed these two were professionals. But it had always been this way, so it didn’t matter.
As long as there was no malicious witch-hunting, slander, or demeaning, casters and commentators were free to root for either side.
It was a custom that had persisted for years.
Apparently the audience had once complained that strict, formal commentary while obsessing over chat sentiment was boring and dull. The broadcasters had accepted that feedback.
After all, it wasn’t a major tournament—when you really thought about it, even though it had grown, wasn’t it still an underground Streamer competition?
Minor leagues have their own flavor!
“Well, Bang Ju and Arin, aren’t you two being overly biased? And even if you’re going to cheer, at least wait until the actual match proper—cheer for your team then! Why are you starting like this in a warmup game?”
Penguin seemed to have plenty to say.
Of course, being too openly biased could feel bad for fans of the other team, so they needed to exercise some restraint and good judgment.

-ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Fair point for Penguin
-Stop the biased calls right now!
-Those two were hyped because Seo Jun won with a frying pan, right ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Tae-woo seems pretty quiet

“Precisely because it’s a warmup game, that’s why we do this, hehe.”
Arin’s rebuttal. It made sense.
Now it was Bang Ju’s turn to counter.
“That’s what being a streamer is!”

-Yep! Nods
-That’s what Rios is!
-Chaos and confusion
-Chaos, destruction, mayhem!
-Makes sense. Penguin’s the one in the wrong ㅋㅋㅋ

The viewers had rendered their judgment.
It was equally fair, they’d decided.
Penguin had nothing left to argue and moved on to the main topic.
“Anyway, I think Seo Jun, having abandoned his gun, is going to have a hard time.”
As the discussion deepened, Arin stepped back from the broadcast.
She’d found Seo Jun’s play impressive enough, but not enough to blindly believe in him the way Bang Ju did.
“Fair enough. Why do you think so?”
Bang Ju asked, grinning ear to ear.
“Well, obviously! I mean, doesn’t it just not make sense—he hasn’t even got his equipment farmed properly, and now he’s got no weapon at all, yet you’re saying he’ll win?”
Penguin’s tone carried genuine concern.
Ever since his previous prediction had turned out wrong, he’d just wanted things to play out normally for Seo Jun.
‘Why does he keep pulling off these weird things!’
It was eroding his credibility as a former pro!
But he couldn’t bring himself to just blindly say Seo Jun could do it. His conscience wouldn’t allow it.
It just didn’t look doable.
“Haha, it’s all just a lack of faith. After all, he was given a frying pan by that sword saint!”
“It’s a frying pan.”
“I’m not sure about that. So… want to make a bet?”
Penguin was momentarily startled.
He glanced over and saw Bang Ju grinning with confidence.
He was curious where this confidence was coming from.
Penguin wasn’t sure himself.
But Bang Ju was speaking with his eyes.
Chicken out and die.
So he made a decision.
“G-good. What stakes?”
“Haha! How refreshing! Then how about we bet on who wins the tournament? And the loser has to do the Best Player interview later in cat-speak…”
“Absolutely not.”
“Fine then. What about just doing it in cat-speak?”
Arin, who had been quietly listening to their exchange, suddenly interjected.
“Oh! That’s perfect! Yes!”

-Announcer excited because someone else will do her interview.jpg
-Is Arin having way too much fun ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Cat-speak lmaooo ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Oh no! They’re going to do terror commentary!
-But has anyone seen Bang Ju’s stream before?
-The official account said don’t call him that
-Guess you’ve seen it anyway ㅋㅋㅋㅋ You’re even mentioning the whole cat-speak thing

Accurate.
Bang Ju was a longtime regular viewer of Seo Jun’s stream!
But neither of them knew.
That back then, when Seo Jun’s stream was deciding on a penalty, the viewer who’d suggested cat-speak was Bang Ju himself.
Because.
‘Oh, suddenly I want to see a cat.’
He was a cat person who kept a cat at home.
And you’re asking, isn’t cat-speak from a guy gross?

-Lmao ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Punishment for who though?
-Penguin and Bang Ju aren’t exactly ugly but seeing them would be infuriating, right?
-Real talk ㅋㅋ
-Feels like it’d make you pretty angry ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

That’s why it was a penalty.
What meaning would a penalty have if they just did something cool or worthwhile instead of something embarrassing or cringe?
“You’ll do it, right?”
Bang Ju looked at Penguin with satisfaction.
He fired off another look.
“Yeah! Yes, fine!”
“Then I’m going with Seo Jun’s squad. And you, commentator Penguin?”
“I’m going with Pado’s squad.”
Bang Ju had made the obvious choice given the flow of their conversation so far, while Penguin had made the most reasonable one.
If anything, it was the most sensible bet given the current situation.
“But neither of you explained your reasoning. Could you share?”
“Pado’s squad is guaranteed to grab the airdrop. They’ll be able to fly around freely in the sky. The airdrop’s gear is equal to what’s in the Secret Room. And if you look at where the storm is going this round, the escape route will end up being the Airfield. If the airdrop lands early, they can grab it and wait coming up from Underground Bunker. And the teams down in the Bunker…”
Penguin paused, sensing he should stop.
“Yes, I’ll leave it at that.”
“That was perfectly logical. So let’s hear Bang Ju’s reasoning?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the reason!”
“Because he’s the Demon Lord!”

-Yep! Nods
-That’s what a Demon Lord is!
-ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ You crazy people ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Japan’s gonna sue over overuse of this meme ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-FYI) Demon Lord is a nickname Streamer Seo Jun used during For the Sect…

“That was also quite reasonable.”
Penguin looked at Arin in the middle with disbelief.
How on earth was that reasonable?
“Well then, let’s see how this plays out. With the bet on top of it all, it’s very intriguing and entertaining.”

-Entertaining probably isn’t the word for it ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

* * *

Step, step, step.
The corridor grew bright, then dark again.
The Underground Bunker. The facilities were dilapidated and poorly maintained—some lights worked, but more were flickering or completely broken.
“We’ll arrive soon.”
And as they went, they occasionally encountered large open spaces.
Hearing the teammate ahead of him, Tae-woo raised his gun upward.
They’d arrived at the central hub where the Secret Room was located.
From that point on, not just Tae-woo but the entire squad held their breath in silence.
The team leader at the very front was trying to detect any other movement.
Keril.
A-rank Support.
The Support position is one that many people dismiss.
Since its purpose is to assist the ADC and there’s no need to farm Minions, the debate over whether Supports are truly skilled never stops.
But at the Challenger level, those who demean the position itself have to admit they were wrong.
That’s what Challenger means—a rank so difficult to reach that it transcends any position-based skill questions.
‘Solid.’
Support Keril. Sixteen years old. A high school student.
Young. And not only was he exceptionally talented, but he was also a pro prospect.
‘And energetic?’
In any case, he was the A-rank player picked up in Seo Jun’s place, and one of the reasons they’d brought in an ADC instead of a Swordmaster from the B tier. They’d stacked the whole bottom lane.
And right now.
“No one around. Let’s quickly map out the terrain.”
His teammates quickly swept the perimeter according to his orders.
The underground chamber at the center of the three hot-drop spots where the Secret Room is located regenerates its layout randomly each match.
And somewhere in here, the Key to the Secret Room is hidden.
“Tae-woo, you hold position here and watch that side. If enemies come toward the ADC, go support.”
Keril analyzed the structure in an instant and issued orders.
“No need to rush the key hunt even after we clear all enemies. Don’t forget your Stimulant Set as soon as we can, and have the Walkie-talkie ready at your waist.”
Tae-woo found a spot to hide behind a crate and kept watch down the front corridor.
In Ground Zero, position selection is everything.
One careless moment, one exposed gap, and bullets start flying.
And if you shoot and give away your location, enemies will come, but if you don’t know where from, you’re already dead.
Tae-woo’s team was geared in Level 2 and Level 1 equipment, so they wouldn’t die in one hit, but losing positional awareness was still a death sentence.
In that sense, Keril had seized flawless positions.
Outstanding Spatial Awareness, excellent game sense, instantaneous judgment.
It made sense he wasn’t just a Support.
At minimum, there’d be no getting ambushed without knowing where enemies were coming from.
‘He said that guy would come.’
Tae-woo stared ahead intensely.
Thanks to legal Stream Interference from the viewers, he knew how many enemies were incoming.
And also what Seo Jun had shown.
‘He deflected bullets with a frying pan? That doesn’t even make sense.’
Damn it all.
A monster like that is apparently targeting him right now.
The one saving grace was that he’d thrown away his gun and come down into the Bunker.
He might have looted in the meantime, but there was no sign of that in chat either. And even if chat couldn’t be trusted, Tae-woo knew.
Seo Jun wasn’t the type to make promises he didn’t keep.
‘Is this the first time I’m actually facing off against him in a real game?’
He might meet him again in Rios. Given positions, Tae-woo filling Mid was the most logical fit.
‘Yeah. Let’s see how good he really is.’
Just a frying pan? Even for someone like him, it would be rough.
‘Here he comes?’
A faint gunshot echoed through.
Bang! Clang!
‘Is that gunfire?’
Uncertain, Tae-woo watched the far end of the corridor where the sound traveled from.
The middle section was dim, but the end was lit.
And probably, once you round that corner, people are fighting. One of them is definitely that guy.
Bang!
An enemy appeared, backpedaling from around the corner with the gunshot. It wasn’t him.
But the enemy wasn’t paying attention to Tae-woo.
Clang!
Instead of toward Tae-woo, the enemy kept firing back the way he’d come.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and then, slightly muffled.
Clang!
The sound of metal meeting metal rang out.
‘Here?’
Damn it. Finally, they’re clashing.
‘That guy’ finally appeared. He brought down the head of the enemy that had shown up first.
Then he turned his head.
Their eyes met.
Fierce. The frying pan in his right hand looked truly unhinged.

-Creepy as hell
-Seeing him from a distance is downright scary
-Did he really kill with a frying pan
-If you’re curious just watch his stream at the same time ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Ah. I like that guy’s stream ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

‘He’s here.’
It was something he’d been fully prepared for.
The enemy who’d appeared first fell straight into unconsciousness.
‘That guy’ started walking toward him. His form disappeared into the shadowed corridor.
Step-step.
But no matter how dark the corridor was, light still existed somewhere, so Tae-woo could faintly make out the movement.
‘He’s not running? Awfully overconfident, isn’t he.’
The corridor was dark and Tae-woo’s position was bright. But that was fine.
He’d already secured his spot, and the moment he fired, his teammates would hear and reposition, ready to provide support.
It was just a matter of holding enemies off until then.
‘From the day I realized you’d tricked me into sacrificing bread, you became my dream.’
Tae-woo stood up from behind cover, faced the darkness head-on, and fired.
Bang!
He’d naturally assumed that even if this was someone who could block bullets with a frying pan, Seo Jun would use cover in the corridor.
But.
Clang!
Sparks flew. The dark corridor suddenly lit up like a camera flash.
For a moment, that guy was visible in the center of the corridor, slowly advancing. Then he vanished again.

[Getting ready to support Tae-woo’s side.]

Bang!
Tae-woo, unfazed, fired again.
Clang!
Flash!
That guy was visible again, briefly clear.
Same thing—steadily advancing. What changed was the position of the frying pan and how much closer he’d gotten.
Bang!
Tae-woo fired as soon as he could chamber the next round, panicking now. Again and again.
‘What? He won’t stop? He’s really blocking all of them?’
But.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
In the dark corridor, each time Tae-woo fired, that guy’s position—perfectly tracked—drew closer.
Without a single step backward.
It was like watching a spirit photograph slowly approaching from the end of a hallway.

-Tae-woo’s probably done for, upvote ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-ㅁㅊㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Looks like a ghost photo ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-How does he not miss once
-Team where are you! ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

On the eighth shot, that guy finally emerged from the darkness.
“Missed you?”
The grinning face rushed in, and
the frying pan swung down.
And.
“Dodge? You took quite a hit.”
Seo Jun looked down at him.
More precisely.
‘My legs just went numb from shock.’
Crazy bastard.
Absolutely terrifying.

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