Master Swordsman’s Stream - Chapter 368

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Episode 368

Outdoor Broadcast.
A shortened term for broadcasts conducted outdoors.
Not many streamers make Outdoor Broadcasts their primary content.
There’s only so much you can do outside, after all.
Of course, there are entertaining contents to be found.
Travel is the most typical example.
Handsome, tall streamers travel the world boosting Korea’s image while getting flak from viewers.
Ordinary-looking content creators and travel YouTubers with unremarkable trips gain popularity.
And streamers who adopt the so-called “loser concept” they’ve learned from those people hit it big.
Beyond that, street singing broadcasts, viewer meetups, and the like make up their primary content.
But occasionally, streamers broadcast outdoors as a group.
That happens during Tstream.
“We’re ready.”
“The stream will start with a waiting screen. You know that, right?”
Seo Jun showed no sign of nervousness whatsoever.
Having done countless types of broadcasts, he was a professional streamer.
After instructing the cameraman, Seo Jun adjusted the settings on his phone and tapped the screen.

[Beginning stream.]

The image currently being broadcast is a waiting screen.
As always, Seo Jun waited a moment.
Despite the early hour, he knew many would come.
He’d even heard that his fans were gathering outside, visible from a distance.
Just as he’d predicted, the viewer count surpassed thirty thousand in an instant.
The cameraman watching silently sighed internally.
Even with the major Tstream event happening, the fact that this many people arrived in under thirty seconds was nothing short of miraculous.
Had there ever been a streamer like this before?
Seo Jun himself simply observed the scene with ease.
The sight of countless people welcoming him and greeting him.

-Seo-ha!
-Master’s Outdoor Broadcast!
-Seo-ha!
-We finally meet!

-Master, I missed you!

Chat messages flooded in endlessly as people poured in.
About a minute in, audio played over Seo Jun’s black screen.
“Hello, everyone.”
Seo Jun had begun speaking.
Wearing an outdoor broadcast microphone, his voice came through clearer than usual.
“Nice to see you all. You all know what day this is, right? And what broadcast I’m doing?”

-Probably run his booth in the second half but no idea what he’s doing first?
-What’s he doing tho
-Fan meeting I guess
-Gonna wander around giving unsolicited advice? lol
-Seems like it’d be out of control so probably won’t walk around
-At least we can finally see the Geomseoun rumors in person hahahaha

Strange chat messages appeared about finally learning the truth, but Seo Jun felt the need to address something first.
“The Geomseoun rumors don’t exist in this world.”
Seo Jun’s voice was serious.
“Has anyone who told those stories ever come forward? No one has.”
The sources of all the rumors and fabrications known as Geomseoun rumors are kept strictly confidential.
Whenever anyone tried to find the person who said it or the streamer who experienced it, they all claimed they hadn’t seen it themselves.

-That makes it even more Geomseoun lol
-How is there not a single person who claims to have seen it directly
-Even Tae-woo lol this isn’t just good unity, this is actually scary how powerful the Master is hahahaha

“Anyway, stop fabricating rumors. When are you turning on the broadcast screen? Soon. When you all arrive.”
Seo Jun was currently in the Waiting Room.
While the booths could be large enough to accommodate rest areas, Seo Jun had specially arranged a waiting room in a different room inside the Building rather than in the Event Hall.
A place ordinary people couldn’t easily access.
Seo Jun gratefully accepted the special treatment.
Then why wasn’t he turning on the camera?
“I’m not turning it on because I have preparations.”
Clothing.
Chat messages came asking what kind of preparations, but it was nothing special.
Seo Jun wasn’t the type to awkwardly decline something unless it was genuinely strange, so when Ha Yun-ho suggested he do a cosplay in game costume to match the concept, he simply accepted.
It was a festival, after all.
And he needed votes from many people.
Of course, if it looked too conspicuous or seemed like it might overheat things, he planned to change into something less noticeable.
“Haha, some of you already caught on. It’s a festival, after all.”
Seo Jun directed his gaze toward his own body.
He was cosplaying as himself from his previous life.
In other words, he was wearing traditional martial arts attire.
It seemed like something he used to wear in his younger days.

-No way?
-What is that?
-Is it cosplay? Really? Master’s doing cosplay!!!
-lol Master cosplayed too? Is it Cheonma?! Is it Kael?!!

‘Strictly speaking it’s the Orthofaction, but… well, no, I was simply Orthofaction.’
Anyway.
Chat messages about how it really was cosplay started flooding in like crazy.
But as the chat flowed that way, strange people started appearing too.
Though the chat moved quickly, Seo Jun caught the related messages with his excellent Dynamic Visual Acuity.

-Kael! Kael! Kael!
-Brothers, when was Cheonma popular? Are you idiots?
-Only kids with middle school syndrome do that Judge thing
-The true veteran spirit of this channel is the true master
-Get lost
-Are you in front of me?
-lol right now both groups are focused and typing in chat lolol put your phones down!

Thanks to the chat content, Seo Jun naturally inferred what was happening.
Could it be?
“Are the people doing Kael cosplay and Cheonma cosplay actually fighting?”
If it had escalated to an actual brawl, the news would’ve reached his ears through another gateway, so it probably wasn’t that serious.

-Yep that’s right
-We’re waiting in the Parking Lot right now but meeting up here lol
-So Master! Are you a heretic? Or are you a Judge like us from Astheros!
-The heretics are you guys. Cheonma reborn! Ten thousand demons bow down!

His curiosity was piqued.
“Haha. Who’s winning? Oh, you said the broadcast started right before they fought? Hmm.”
He couldn’t resist watching people fight.
Regardless of the cause.

[‘YouKnowIt’ donated 300,000 won!]
[Master’s the kind of guy who doesn’t stop fights, he instigates them lol and harasses the fighters while doing it]

“That’s slander, and it’s a one-hour ban, but since something interesting happened, I’ll give you a pass this time. So, this pride match between the two cosplay factions will be decided by what I choose, right? But that’s not what I want.”
Seo Jun wondered what would be interesting about simply declaring one side the winner.
“I’m not a dictator.”
Countless question marks flooded the chat immediately after.
Seo Jun didn’t understand why, but he didn’t change the subject right away.
“So here’s what we’ll do! Whichever team gathers more people—Cheonma or Kael—and whichever passes the First Round Test more, we’ll decide my final costume based on that!”
Seo Jun told cosplayers to come to his Booth and add their nicknames to the roster directly.

-Awesome!
-Whichever side gathers more people decides the Master’s costume! Can’t resist this
-Isn’t the Cheonma faction at a huge disadvantage?
-But wait… then?

“Right, some of you already caught on—I had prepared a Geomsin costume. Unfortunately, I’m changing out of it now.”
Wouldn’t the cosplay outfit need to be revealed later?
“I’m going with normal clothes today.”
Thanks to Seo Jun’s statement, the people in Cheonma and Kael cosplay instantly became traitors.
It was the exact moment the donation from earlier—about how Seo Jun would harass fighting people—came true.

* * *

“Booooo!”
“What’s Kael? Kael!”
“Cheonma too! It’s just Geomsin!”
“That’s why you shouldn’t fight—now we can’t see the Master’s cosplay.”
Those waiting in line jokingly booed.
But such jeers wouldn’t reach the cosplay groups.
“If the brothers gather in greater numbers…”
“We true masters can teach them a lesson. Obviously Cheonma will gather more.”
“Lose to Cheonma? When were we ever subordinate?
“Ha, and Geomsin is itself a title for Cheonma.”
“Brother? Let’s go!”
The ones caught in their own wishful thinking were corrected by none other than the viewers right next to them.
“Get in line. Back.”
Everyone burst out laughing.

* * *

“Three!”

-33333
-Let’s go! (from my room)
-Some of you typing right now must be in the waiting line too? I’m jealous.

“Two!”

-22222
-ii
-eeeeee

“One! Enter!”
People began scanning QR Codes one by one and filing into the Building.
A massive exhibition hall.
People immediately searched for one place.
“Master! Where’s the Master’s Booth?”
Currently, Seo Jun still had his broadcast screen on the waiting state.
So there was no way to know where he was.
But the reason they headed to the Booth was simple.
“We gotta grab Merchandise first. Run! Find it!”
“The Cheonma and Kael kids can’t even buy any, haha.”
“That one? There’s already a line.”
It was because of the Merchandise.
They had found what they believed to be Seo Jun’s Booth.
True to Seo Jun’s glance, it was near the center of the Event Hall, but at first glance it didn’t look like Seo Jun’s Booth at all.
However, since it was the only Booth in the center without a game company banner,
“Wow! Is this it?”
“Can you only buy one piece of Merchandise? But what’s that?”
“What is?”
“That banner above the Merchandise products.”
“Hmm?”

[All products bear 100% hand-signed autographs by the streamer.]

“Why are there four of those banners? And they’re banners too?”
“If you can’t figure that out, it’s definitely the Master’s Booth!”
“R, really?”
“Let’s line up here. That line over there must be something else.”
The viewers who’d found Seo Jun’s Booth lined up while looking around.
Hoping to catch even a glimpse of Seo Jun.
They’d get to see him in the afternoon time slot, but a fan’s heart always wants to see more.
“Are they challengers?”
What the two male and female fans spotted was, as they’d guessed, a line of challengers.
The challengers, unable to contain their excitement, were speaking to the people in front and behind them—strangers until now—and having conversations.
“Hello.”
Since everyone assumed they were fellow viewers, the barrier to conversation was low.
“Hello.”
“Is there maybe equipment hidden in that bag to beat the Master and claim the prize?”
“There is equipment, but I’m not sure if I can claim the prize.”
“Right, but if you pass the First Round Test, you get to meet the Master One-on-One. On that Stage.”
“Sigh… The Master takes way too many hiatuses, but I really want to see him.”
“Same. That’s why I’m here.”
“Think I can pass the First Round?”
“Yeah. The Master actually likes viewers, and I think he designed it so you only need a certain level of qualification to see him.”
That was the current public opinion.
That’s partly why the line was already getting long.
If you have a certain level of qualification, getting a One-on-One meeting is generous for someone like Seo Jun, isn’t it?
“Haha. And if you do well, you might even win 30 million won? There’s gotta be something the Master can’t do.”
“Really?”
“But you only get three chances anyway, so… still the Master, I guess?”
“Oh, starts in three minutes.”
“You think half of us will survive?”
“Let’s prepare to meet him. He’s a villain, but occasionally he’s actually kind.”
And then, First Round Judges began appearing on the Stage.
Along with the Wall of Grief.
“Huh?”

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