Master Swordsman’s Stream - Chapter 330

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Episode 330

What matters is an unbreakable spirit.
Even through the countless moments of despair that Baek Do-yul faced while chasing Shin Ha-yeon, he never broke.
He had tasted the fruits of that endurance, the reward for holding firm.
So he knew. He understood it more keenly than anyone, having lived it firsthand.
That’s why.
He knew how important it was not to break.
“Mm…….”
He stood a log upright, covered it with straw to transfer the fire, then covered that with clay.
Next came the method of charcoal-making: punch holes in the top and bottom of the clay oven, light it, then seal all the holes so the wood burns without air.
But.
“Mm…….”
He had only just begun applying the clay.
Yet when he glanced to the side, there stood a perfectly completed oven.
How long ago?
Just how fast does this person move?
He too had worked without pause, moving with maximum efficiency.
Stacking wood, laying straw on top, sealing it all with clay—not a single moment of rest, not a single mistake.
But what kind of inhuman speed was that?
Talent.
Violently overpowering talent.
Whatever it was, everything about it was violent.
He’d never felt such unreasonableness watching another person before, but since meeting this man in reality, what should not break threatens to shatter.
“What about fire? Should I go fetch some?”
Baek Do-yul was ready to dash off immediately.
“Ah. Just a moment.”
Clang!
Seo Jun brought his sword down against stone.
Sparks flew and scattered across the straw nearby—which caught flame instantly.
‘That’s cheating.’
Pure cheating.
Something had to have been rigged for the broadcast.
Wasn’t his own teammate in on it? Hadn’t they arranged this together without his knowledge?
Otherwise it made no sense.
No matter how skilled with a blade, this was reality.
Even granting he might be the heir to a renowned swordsmanship family—wherever that family was—what he’d just done was landing sparks precisely where he wanted them.
Was that even possible?!
Seo Jun, who had just performed that impossible feat, sealed the air holes of the oven.
“Once it finishes burning, you’ll have charcoal. Then I’ll need to butcher the meat properly and prepare it for smoking.”
“I… understand.”
This had to be rigged.
For all the strange things he’d witnessed at the Gym, there must have been some device involved!
‘Except I’m far too good at reading reality.’
People didn’t realize just how terrifying a being Seo Jun was—terrifying enough to make someone who understood reality this well doubt his own perception.
“Please make three more ovens.”
“Yes.”
He’d made them small to burn faster, but he needed four total.
And by now, Seo Jun had probably judged that Baek Do-yul was nearly finished with one of them.
He must have decided this pace was sufficient.
So—he’d been acknowledged. That felt good.
‘Or was it?’
Baek Do-yul was confused.

* * *

After finishing the ovens, Baek Do-yul headed toward Camp Spot.
He needed to fetch fire.
Without a Longsword, after all.
Could he possibly start a fire like Seo Jun?
‘I know that.’
In mere minutes, the Camp Spot had been tidied with meticulous care.
Loose stones vanished, fallen branches cleared, and an empty space suitable to call a dwelling had been created.
‘What?’
Baek Do-yul blinked as though entranced, then returned with the fire to the Freshwater Location to build the next oven.
After finishing that one, he headed back toward the Camp Spot.
Again, to fetch fire.
This time Baek Do-yul spent over twenty minutes.
The straw and materials had been prepared in advance; he’d simply moved with speed.
And at the spot, he saw two remarkably sturdy and solid bamboo beds, and a sunbed in front of them.
‘Huh?’
Built from bamboo, with Seo Jun nowhere to be seen.
Again, Baek Do-yul rubbed his eyes.
This was already finished?
The cameraman’s voice of amazement drifted over—he seemed just as bewildered as Baek Do-yul.
Baek Do-yul took the fire back to the Freshwater Location again.
He completed the final oven.
It took a bit longer.
His drive had nearly crumbled more than once.
But Baek Do-yul kept chanting Unbreakable Spirit internally and pushed through, finishing the oven swiftly.
Then he departed for the Camp Spot to fetch the third fire.
‘Heh.’
This time, a roof and walls had been erected.
A bamboo roof frame perfectly balanced across two upright trees, wrapped with large leaves.
Between the two beds sat a table as well.
All from a single bamboo stalk?
Behind it lay perfectly butchered meat.
Meat that would inhale smoke within hours.
Baek Do-yul wondered whether to just close his eyes and then open them again.
He was caught between eager anticipation for how much this place would develop and a creeping horror at his own eagerness.
Something beyond the Gym’s owner.
“Whatever happens.”
If the next Round involved ‘taking exactly one streamer to an Uninhabited Island’, he had a strong premonition this man would rank first in that world championship forever.
Baek Do-yul closed and opened his eyes.
And inevitably, another miracle unfolded before him.
Seo Jun appeared, ascending with multiple fish and two lobsters skewered on his Longsword like shish kebab.

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The broadcast showed the Camp Spot’s development from Baek Do-yul’s perspective, then detailed what Seo Jun had done.
Of course, nothing unusual appeared. Seo Jun had simply built without ceasing.
Back and forth with his Longsword.

-Damn, Baek Do-yul’s so lucky lol
-The Master’s a god!
-Isn’t that scary?
-When he *slashes* something just gets *made*! lmaooooo so funny
-Right lmao why would it be scary? He’s just living a dream vacation

“That’s right, everyone. Why would it be scary? The Camp just builds itself while you sit back.”
Comments flooded in comparing it to fairy tales coming to life.
Wasn’t it the vacation itself?
Exactly.
Seo Jun had provided very special service indeed.
Extremely special.
Originally he’d planned to take it easy, but he’d wanted to see whether Baek Do-yul would break or not—so he’d gone all out instead….
Well.
No comment on that.
The Camp was completed.
Walls to block wind were erected, a roof to shed rain likewise.
A smoking apparatus was constructed appropriately.
Before the charcoal finished, footage showed them eating grilled crocodile and grilled fish.

[You have crocodile meat—why hunt?]
[……..]

Watching from outside, Seo Jun observed himself on the monitor.
‘What was I thinking then?’
Ah.
Admiration at how Baek Do-yul still hadn’t broken?

[Eating only crocodile would get boring.]
[Ah. Ha ha ha.]

-lmaooo Do-yul’s living the dream!
-But am I the only one who actually finds this scary lol
-Why does he make reality look more surreal lmaooo I have no idea
-With just one sword he does everything lol Why his nickname’s Geomsin is honestly obvious

[So what should we do now?]
[Rest, smoke the meat, then start exploring tomorrow. Pro Do-yul.]
[Got it. But let me handle the exploring.]

Baek Do-yul’s narration flowed out this time.

[Ha ha. I can’t just sit idle.]

True—he had work to do.
As Seo Jun and Baek Do-yul went back and forth gathering the charcoal (Seo Jun laid his Longsword flat and loaded over ten pieces of charcoal atop it, then carried it off that way) and smoking the meat, the broadcast cut to the next day.

-Master, using the Longsword as cargo transport is still on-brand right? lmaooo
-That’s relentless, just relentless
-He’s really the Sword Guy lol

[Oh! You got a fire started! Very quickly! Looks like about thirty minutes—lucky!]

Ryan, stripped nearly bare, lowered his stance toward the camera he’d set on the sand nearby and beamed with happiness.

-Thirty minutes?? The Master just goes click and fire starts????????
-lmao so who’s the expert again?
-That weirdo with the Longsword!

[Let’s cook our game with this fire and enjoy it well. And we need a shelter too. Hmm, making one like what we saw before won’t be easy, and ha ha! As long as I can lie down I’m happy.]

And from this point, the production crew’s devilish side began to show.
Seo Jun could only slap his forehead.
With Bear’s narration ending, this episode reached its conclusion.

[We arrived on the island, explored, watched our rivals. We hunted too.]

Bear carefully, painstakingly spearing fish with his trident.
Scenes of failure flashed past quickly.
Then Seo Jun’s hunting scene appeared.
Stabbing methodically into the water with his Longsword, catching fish with perfect precision, failure nowhere in sight.

-Bear: MUST CATCH!!!!!
-Master: click lmaooooooo

Next came the scene of Ryan striking stone repeatedly with intense focus, desperately coaxing a flame.
Contrasted against Seo Jun’s spark show.

-Ryan: MUST START FIRE!!!!
-Someone with Longsword: click lololololol
-Insane lmaooo

Bear and Ryan laboring to cook.
And Seo Jun tearing into smoked meat while watching them.

-Bear: MUST COOK!!!!
-Master: click
-lmaooooo
-ah lol that’s hilarious

It was viciously cruel editing.
Well.
Did they really need to contrast things so heavily?
Wasn’t everyone doing the same things anyway?
‘True, it’s not accurate, but it’s not really that impressive either, is it?’

-There’s a human who sees one sea crocodile, eyes go white, and can destroy a single underwater punch machine in 20 minutes of apnea. One shot.

‘Mm.’
Never mind.

-Sword-soaked lmaooooo
-LMAO seriously where are those guys who said the survival team would win? Let’s fight
-The Master probably finds even a desert relaxing lmaooooooo
-Should’ve sent him to Antarctica or the North Pole instead
-Then he’d be building an ice castle with his sword and singing lmaooo

In any case.
Episode one had ended like that.
Seo Jun smiled with satisfaction as he looked toward the camera.
“So, everyone, what do you think? My first public broadcasting appearance.”
Public broadcasting—the opposite of a streamer’s usual venue.
Well, technically it was an overseas terrestrial network, but let’s not split hairs.

-lololol looks like scouting offers are gonna flood in after this?
-just a legend
-So when does he prove the 20-minute apnea? I think he’d have to demonstrate that in the ocean if it’s real lol
-There’s a tale that whenever you close your eyes and open them, a maniac with a Longsword has built you a house. I quite like this tale.

“How high will the Viewership Count climb?”
He suspected nearly everyone in Korea was watching his broadcast—but the world? How much?
Why the Viewership Count mattered was simple.
‘My Incentive depends on it.’
The agreement he’d negotiated through MCN included an Incentive clause.
And.

-Oh, Episode 1 Viewership Count just updated!

The massive overseas site that tallied Viewership Counts across Trabol, public broadcasting, terrestrial networks, and the entire world refreshed.

* * *

An innocent voice filled the darkened room.
“Ha ha ha. Bear, you watch today’s broadcast?”

[Yeah. More than I imagined.]

“I’m really glad.”

[Glad about what?]

“For the second Round’s game, we’re calling back all our old allies.”
Only those of their caliber could handle this man.

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