Master Swordsman’s Stream - Chapter 337

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Episode 337

While Seo Jun farmed fifteen Wood items, Ha Yun-ho added another fifteen to his own haul.
It had been quick work.
“Well then, I’ll give you what we agreed on and send you off.”
Seo Jun had said “reasonable” for a reason: if he pushed too hard and tried to work Ha Yun-ho like a slave, it was obvious the man would simply choose to die instead.
If you died early, there was no telling where you’d respawn.
He needed to get to the designated meeting point quickly with his teammates, and spawning far away would be a disaster.
Better to work a little and stay alive—both Ha Yun-ho and Seo Jun understood this well.
Ha Yun-ho threw the items toward him.
As Seo Jun bent down and touched the blocky items, the Wood disappeared into his Inventory.
“Thank you, Boss. Safe travels.”
“Right, thanks so much! There’s the real streamer for you—shows some restraint. Well then, I’ll be going. Hehe.”
Taking care not to offend Seo Jun, Ha Yun-ho backpedaled away.
“Oh, Boss.”
“Yes, yes?”
“Were you aiming for the Public Base?”
“Ah, yes.”
Ha Yun-ho tensed.
Predators are fickle. You never know when they’ll suddenly bare those fearsome fangs and strike.
For instance.
Getting cocky about the Public Base?
Just like that.
But Seo Jun simply said he understood and sent him off.
Ha Yun-ho backpedaled until he’d put enough distance between them, then broke into a sprint toward the designated meeting point.
“Everyone, gather as fast as you can—let’s build the base first. If we don’t, someone will show up and take everything we have. As long as we steer clear of that person, we can win! I’ve seen the possibility!”

[What possibility is that?]

“The possibility that every team he encounters gets wiped out, so at worst we’re guaranteed second place!”
Having warned his team this way, Ha Yun-ho disappeared into the distance while Seo Jun turned toward his intended destination.
It wasn’t the point where his team was supposed to meet.

[Seo Jun, where are you heading? That’s not the right direction.]

Looking at the Map, you could see your teammates’ positions in real time.
So of course you could see where someone was going.
That’s why it was natural for Baek Do-yul to ask Seo Jun, who was heading in a completely different direction while everyone else converged on one point.
“Ah.”

[Get back here soon. Or don’t tell me…?]

“That ‘don’t tell me’ is exactly right. From now on, I’m—”

[Yes! This is it!]
[We’re with you!]
[Jo Am and Yimua, stay quiet for a moment. But still—shouldn’t we at least gather some supplies? Early plundering raids don’t let you meet that many people anyway…]

“Ah, it’s not a plundering operation.”
Seo Jun continued moving as he explained to his teammates.
His teammates did the same—hacking Wood, hacking Stone as they went.

[Then what is it?]

Last is a plundering game.
So naturally, the teammates assumed Seo Jun meant to rampage from the early game.
Baek Do-yul thought the same.
Their team had one fewer member than the others.
Compared to the special forces team, they were short two players.
From Baek Do-yul’s perspective now, it seemed absurd, but still—they had two of the world’s greatest gamers on the team.
So how could they get ahead of everyone else?
The simplest answer you could derive was this:
‘That’s why Pro Do-yul thought I was plundering too.’
Pull others down, elevate yourself.
Wasn’t that all there was?

[What are you doing?]
[Yeah, I’m curious.]

His teammates had no choice but to be curious, and Seo Jun, knowing this, decided to explain in detail.
“Since you asked, Rich, I’ll answer specially. I’ve decided to take on subcontracting. That’s how this game works, it seems.”
Seo Jun walked at ease, nodding to himself.

[Subcontracting?]

“Yes.”

[What do you mean?]

“When others do the work, I take the resources. That’s it.”
If they don’t listen?
I kill them. Sad, but necessary.

[That’s plundering, you bastard.]

“I don’t engage in such barbaric acts.”
Seo Jun protested with genuine indignation in his voice.

[Fine, fine. Do whatever you want.]

-ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Giving up
-The Master’s completely shameless, starting with this setup. What does he even want? ㅋㅋㅋ
-Look at him strolling leisurely. Fattening up his prey, I tell you ㅋㅋㅋ

Seo Jun acknowledged this and walked slowly toward the spot on the map where foot traffic seemed highest.
The later he arrived, the more everyone else would have farmed, which worked in his favor.

* * *

Last is a brutal game where from the early phase onward, if you spot even a hair of an opponent, you fight. Evidence that this place is no different from true wilderness.
But the very beginning is slightly different.
Most people try to build a Base first and play from there.
So even if your eyes meet, you often pass each other by without incident.
There also weren’t weapons that could shoot from a distance yet.
But once teams get Spears, Crossbows, or if they’re lucky enough to find guns at Farming Sites, the story changes.
The Female Warrior Meta becomes temporarily viable.
Acquiring high-tier weapons or Armor through early plundering is impossible, but if you catch just a few people farming, you can definitely start with a significant advantage.
Of course!
Since all teams here operate on a massive scale, betting on plundering from the very beginning is a huge gamble.
Teammates would be positioned nearby, and if you caught even a few and then died, everything you gained would be for nothing.
So who would attempt early plundering?
At most, if armed while farming, you might not back down from an encounter.
Either way, you had to be careful.
This applied even to the team of veterans in Last they called the Plunderers—the game’s absolute elite gathered together.
They’d played over ten thousand hours, some over twenty thousand, and had faced each other both as enemies and allies, so their coordination was flawless.

Even if they got unlucky and died, it was fine.
Items lost by the dead would be reclaimed by teammates, and even if they spawned in a weird location, they could make up for it while regrouping.
Of course.

[They’re hunting our game? Our pride won’t take it. We’ve got to take them down.]
[Take them down. Our way.]

And the ones they were wary of were.
“What about that location? Where the streamer and the League pro player are?”

[Team quality’s questionable, and being one member short… I just hope the Hunter Teams don’t clean them out.]

“What about the special forces team then?”

[Those old guys will have it rough, I think.]

The only team they truly worried about was the Hunter Team—the ones who’d invaded Last before and shown their strength.

[You guys don’t watch the League? Haven’t seen the History Books?]

“Honestly, we turned off the highlights montage. There’s too many Skills and it’s complicated. Hard to understand a game you don’t play.”

Most of these guys didn’t even watch the League.
Ten thousand hours—if you play three hours daily, that’s about ten years; if you play ten hours daily, that’s three years. An almost incomprehensible span of time.
But these players far exceeded that.
Would they have had any time to watch another game?
“In that sense, those old guys might actually be strong? Since Last has no virtual powers or Skills—just farming, right?”
The moment the group agreed and entered the Farming Site, an ambush occurred.
The Farming Site was the Forest Temple.

[West direction, Crossbow-wielder approaching…]

[Wait, I’m down. It’s not just the Crossbow—there’s a wooden Spear too.]

They immediately moved in perfect coordination, beginning to form a hunting formation.

[Enemy team not visible yet. Enemy spotted. The Crossbow and wooden Spear you mentioned… I’m down too. What is this?]

But before they could properly respond, they began getting swept away.

[Down too.]

In Last, the dead don’t remain silent.

“How many are there?!”

[One. Come quick—]

“Who the hell is this?”

They had one too.

[The Aiming is absurdly good.]

[At least the Crossbow can be avoided…?]
[Wait, I’m down too.]
[So it’s one person, right?]

“I’m saying, is it one or not?!”

To achieve this, they’d spread wide across the area to clear resources, and already four had fallen.
The one farthest away shouted and ran toward the action, but.
“What the—!”

[It’s him. It’s that person. I’m down.]

‘Who the hell is that person?’

By what appeared to be a single enemy.
Of course, Last frequently saw such occurrences.
When?
When one side was overwhelmingly superior.
Fighting in Last is about constantly creating advantageous situations moment by moment.
The Forest Temple was a dangerous Farming Site, with a massive temple in the center and threatening gaps between trees surrounding it.

[Crazy. We can still reclaim this if we take him out.]

“Where exactly is he?!”

Should’ve waited just five more seconds.
Just five more seconds and come later.

[Down. Rear flank. That insane Spear Technique… blocking arrows with a Spear?]

Whoosh-crash.

Was this even possible?
And in that moment.

[Both down, sorry. Crazy.]

Were they unfamiliar with the geography here?

They’d camped here many times.
The Crossbow-and-Spear combination was new, but to be completely helpless against it?
Then came that moment.
“Thanks for the hard work, Subcontracting employees.”
“…?”
Thunk!
A Crossbow bolt flew from the side and lodged in his shoulder.
Not a Headshot. From the direction the arrow came, that area was covered with trees.
And beyond the trees, that person—had vanished.
Where did he go?
“Well then, Subcontracting company representative? I’ve run out of Arrows, so could you supply me some?”
The last remaining man wasn’t technically the team leader.
Before his eyes, a dark-haired Eastern man appeared—Seo Jun, who had annihilated them in an instant.
‘So he was the one.’
“Were you alone?”
“Yes.”
“And here we thought we were lucky meeting you before we got guns. You really are blessed.”
“Ah, lucky indeed. Meeting a regular team this early.”
At being called a “regular team,” he bristled slightly, but didn’t get worked up.
Right now, he could take cover.
The opponent was out of Arrows, so he’d come out and talk like this.
He carefully drew a Crossbow and aimed it while backing away to maintain distance.
“Aren’t you going to dodge? I have Arrows.”
“Thank you.”
The opponent put away his Spear into his Inventory and said it.
“What are you talking about?”
Seeing that Seo Jun wasn’t taking cover, he didn’t hesitate and pulled the Crossbow trigger.
Twang-whizz!
If the Arrow hit the wall, it meant literally donating the Arrow to the enemy.
But what happened next was bizarre.
“Thanks for the supply. Your subcontracting support really is first-rate.”
The Arrow in flight was caught. Right in front of his face.
Yet the opponent acted as if nothing unusual had occurred and completed his parting words with perfect composure.
“I’ll gratefully accept all the resources too.”
This was the first encounter between the Plunderers and Seo Jun.
And in that first meeting, they were annihilated.

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