The Chicken Legend's Game Becomes Reality - Chapter 38

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Chapter 38
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The hunters stole glances at Baek Hee-an.
‘They say he’s 187 centimeters tall, but seeing him in person, he really is massive.’
‘I should post about this on the Hunter Site when I get home.’
‘But why on earth would Baek Hee-an show up at a D-Rank Gate? He doesn’t look like he was dragged here against his will—he actually seems to be in a good mood.’
Baek Hee-an was typically sharp and cutting, or quietly melancholic.
The hunters in his guild knew well that while he was competent, his walls were so high that working alongside him was pleasant enough, but becoming close to him was extraordinarily difficult.
But today was different.
With an unusually bright and composed demeanor, several hunters found themselves staring at Baek Hee-an quite openly.
However, his side was completely monopolized by one person.
Lee Do-jin.
‘His height really is incredible.’
‘No wonder they call him Baek Hee-an’s shadow.’
Standing at an astounding 192 centimeters—even taller than Baek Hee-an, who was known to be around 187—with a stoic face unmarred by double eyelids.
A hunter who had awakened early and become a ranker at a young age through exceptional abilities and swordsmanship.
Despite his tanned skin and charismatic appearance, Lee Do-jin was known to possess a docile and unflappable temperament, never clashing with anyone.
The reason Lee Do-jin—equally out of place in a D-Rank Gate as Baek Hee-an—was here was naturally because of Baek Hee-an.
Do-jin asked Baek Hee-an the moment they entered the gate.
“What brings you here?”
“I was bored.”
“?”
Faced with such an incomprehensible answer, Do-jin stared at Baek Hee-an’s side with a puzzled expression.
Having only recently returned to the country after a long-term overseas mission, it seemed unlikely that Baek Hee-an—who was typically most stressed during this period—would have come out simply because he was bored.
Yet unlike usual, he genuinely seemed to be in an excellent mood.
Baek Hee-an was lost in thought, paying no mind to Do-jin’s gaze, when something seemed to occur to him and he suddenly spoke.
“Didn’t you say you were participating in the God Opal Preliminary Tournament today?”
“I’ll participate next time.”
Do-jin had originally planned to participate in today’s tournament, but postponed it when Baek Hee-an said he had a mission.
Besides, the God Opal Preliminary Tournament runs all week long.
Do-jin lowered his voice.
“Hyung.”
“What.”
“Do you know Chicken Bulssdagu?”
“…No.”
“So it’s really just sponsorship?”
“…Yeah.”
Though something felt off, Do-jin simply nodded in acceptance.
It was the first time he’d ever seen Baek Hee-an take a positive interest in anyone other than Hwang Beom-young, his sworn rival.
If that person was Chicken Bulssdagu, who was currently skyrocketing in popularity, it made perfect sense.
Do-jin was also keeping up with Chicken Seat’s broadcast.
‘Quite an impressive person, indeed.’
After satisfying his curiosity about the relationship between Baek Hee-an and Chicken Bulssdagu through their brief exchange, Do-jin focused on closing the Gate.
As Do-jin circled the Gate to draw aggro, Baek Hee-an unleashed an area-of-effect skill.
Boom-boom-boom-crash—!
The remaining hunters watched the spectacle unfold, whispering amongst themselves.
“Why did they call us here anyway?”
“Who knows. Let’s just watch and collect our pay.”
“That reminds me. You know those veterans in games who show up at low-level hunting grounds and just clear out all the monsters?”
“That comparison is spot-on.”
“Wow, efficient.”
“So satisfying to watch.”
“Once the two of them defeat the boss monster, we’ll all applaud together.”
Clap, clap, clap, clap.
Before long, the sound of applause echoed from within the Gate.
With two top-ranked hunters of exceptional caliber on a single team, clearing a lower-rank Gate was truly over in a flash.
It was like they’d come on a picnic.
When Baek Hee-an and Lee Do-jin, along with the other hunters, emerged from the Gate, the people gathered outside were each holding their phones, laughing and chattering away.
They soon noticed the hunters.
“The hunters are coming out!”
“Ah, it’s already finished. The ranked hunters really do make it fast. The God Opal Preliminary Tournament is in full swing right now, you know. Haha.”
“Want to watch the livestream with us? Chicken really fights amazingly.”
Intrigued.
Baek Hee-an, who had grown slightly bored with the mundane raid, turned his head.
Baek Hee-an moved closer to the Female Coworker nearby and peered at her phone, while from the other side, Do-jin approached and leaned in.
“…!”
The Female Coworker’s face, sandwiched between the two handsome men, turned bright red.
She hastily pulled the earbuds from her ears and, with trembling hands, frantically clicked-clicked-clicked, raising the phone’s volume in a flustered manner.
On the screen, the God Opal Preliminary Tournament was in full swing.
“Chicken Seat is sweeping through.”
“Wow. There’s literally no Player in this bracket who can match Chicken.”
“It’s the same on all the other arenas. It seems they’re trying to prevent ranked hunters from facing each other and being eliminated.”
“Ah, so that’s it.”
“Chicken really does fight well. Constellation is also Diamond Crown.”
“The opening was absolutely spectacular. Right when the Game started, everyone got possessed by Constellation at once, and then the Constellations just started fighting each other—man, you’ve got to rewatch it when you get home.”
“Do we really have to wait until we get home? Let’s go to an after-work gathering place that has the broadcast on!”
“That’s a great idea!”
As the hunters joined in, the atmosphere became much more lively.
Chicken Bulssdagu, also known as Chicken Seat.
The battles of the ranked hunters alternated on screen, but Chicken Seat received the most screen time.
The Game organizers had apparently made Chicken Seat’s combat footage—where he swept through the arena with overwhelming force—the highlight of this preliminary tournament.
The atmosphere among the Hunters watching the preliminaries ignited with excitement.
“You’ll be going too, won’t you, Baek Hee-an?”
A Hunter who had recently joined the Guild asked in an excited voice, and everyone flinched, turning their gaze toward Baek Hee-an.
The office workers might not have known, but Baek Hee-an disliked drinking outings with Hunters he didn’t know.
However.
“Perhaps I will.”
At Baek Hee-an’s rare acceptance, everyone’s eyes widened in surprise.
Do-jin looked at Baek Hee-an.
“?”
Though Do-jin was on the duller side, he couldn’t help but sense something was off this time.
Baek Hee-an, who would typically return from overseas missions and suffer from immense stress, shutting himself away for a while, was now staring at his phone with a face free of dark circles.
‘He seems remarkably at ease lately.’
Do-jin had truly never seen Baek Hee-an make such an expression before.
Who exactly was Chicken Bulssdagu that Baek Hee-an looked so comfortable and joyful, as if he’d become a different person?
‘An incredibly devoted fan?’
That was the best Do-jin could manage to think.
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Damn it.
I’d thought it would be easy since it was called a survival match, but it’s not survival—it’s a coordinated assault.
“Why would they obviously do a coordinated assault?!”
【Tsk. If you were in my position, wouldn’t you focus fire? We’ve got a viper mixed in with all these swarming rats.】
“Shut up!”
I’m killing them quickly enough.
But even as I kill and kill and kill in a frenzy, it doesn’t end.
I hadn’t thought much about it while playing the Game before, but now I’m experiencing firsthand that there’s a limit to the mental stamina required for this kind of work.
‘Am I the boss mob?!’
It feels like I’m being raided by a group of Players.
I wanted to see how the live chat was going right now, but I didn’t have a moment to spare looking away.
—Don’t fear death, comrades!!! You’re passing anyway!! Charge!!!!
—hahahaha
Before getting sliced up, I ate 5000 of Chicken Seat’s blood, isn’t that crazy?
—6k and up is tier 1
—Ah, too bad
—Oh, I’m lost ㅠㅠ
Lmao Chicken seems absolutely pissed off hahahaha
—The boss mob of this arena: Chicken Seat
Chicken raid lol
—Hahaha
—Ah, so fun
—In battle royale, the fact that Chicken Seat has no ranking at all is what’s broken
—One-on-one rankers = ecological disaster species
—Tried it and this preliminary tournament isn’t battle royale or survival lol it’s a group raid to hunt down the boss player
—For real lol
—Let’s see who wins
I’m dead.
—Looking at other arenas, there’s no case of famous rankers being on the same map
—Chicken Seat is the top dog on this map
—I’m watching the live combat footage from another broadcast channel right now, but this is way more entertaining
—How is he blocking that??
—Why did you kill my sister?ㅠㅠ
—Just shut up and rush in, a chance to fight Chicken Seat doesn’t come around often
—I can’t even tell anymore if this is the God Opal Preliminary Tournament game chat or Chicken Seat’s broadcast chat
—Is Chicken live right now?
—Yeah lol
For some reason, I had an overwhelming sense that every other player had teamed up except me.
Kwaa—ang!
【Eight left.】
Without rankers, the players were manageable, but the Constellations were relentless.
Every time enemies used incarnation or descent skills, the gods of war would possess them and rush at me with absolute chaos.
With eight of them taking turns using such skills, it was absolutely hellish.
Though there were no rankers on this map who could match me, there’s no defense against a coordinated assault—I was constantly surviving crisis after crisis by chugging potions.
—Why isn’t he dead
—If you look closely, it’s not even a crisis but he just lets it go until he’s about to die. True to his one-on-one specialist nature, his item timing is always slow.
—How did he set up his inventory
—Obviously a mess lol
—Looking at other rooms, there aren’t many rankers who can endure a coordinated assault
—No matter how low the users’ Constellation grades are, if they take turns using Constellation skills, no one can survive
—Why isn’t Chicken Seat dead?
—Wow he absolutely won’t die
—Truly the overpowered Chicken Seat, a PVP genius
Something absurd was happening.
‘…What the hell?’
Those players seemed to recognize me as a boss monster, and now they were actually attempting a coordinated raid.
—No lol the DPS-healer-tank composition is insane lol
—Is this really a raid lol
—lololol
—【!Warning!】 Chicken Seat roars
—lol isn’t it about time Chicken Seat unleashes a Constellation skill lol
As everyone joined in, the competition format suddenly changed.
A Ranker Raid.
That Ranker was, naturally, me.

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