The Chicken Legend's Game Becomes Reality - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63
“Honestly, every time I see my sister these days, I’m shocked. The more weight you lose, the more you become a completely different person.”
Of course I should be.
I’d lost over 20 kilograms.
With the tournament approaching and intense training running parallel, I’d shed weight, improved my health, and my skin had become noticeably clearer.
“My old clothes don’t fit anymore, so I bought a completely new wardrobe this time.”
“How are things going with Jeong Si-do?”
Damn it.
“Don’t bring that up.”
“Why not? You haven’t been in contact lately? Jeong Si-do’s going to regret it. Your weight’s dropping beautifully—why not switch to Baek Hee-an instead?”
I’d never been with him in the first place, so I had no idea what she meant by switching.
‘Kim Jung-yeon, I absolutely cannot let this hunter—this woman obsessed with foreign cars—find out that I live above Baek Hee-an’s residence.’
One week before the tournament.
I didn’t know because I had no TV at home, but according to Kim Jung-yeon, cable channels had been running game tournament advertisements for the past two weeks.
That alone wasn’t enough—they’d even taken over the main advertisements on portal sites.
“What are you doing on tournament day, sister?”
“Huh?”
I’m participating in the tournament, obviously.
“I was just curious who you’d be rooting for—Jeong Si-do or Baek Hee-an.”
“….”
I’ll be rooting for myself.
Whoever I face, I’ll crush them and hit the coin jackpot.
But since I’d recently left Kim Jung-yeon as a substitute and gone to meet Jeong Si-do, I rolled my eyes thoughtfully and came up with a plausible excuse.
It seemed Kim Jung-yeon had come earlier than her shift time today specifically because she wanted to talk about the tournament.
“I’m a fan of Chicken Bulssdagu.”
“What? Sister, you became a fan of Chicken Seat?! I watch Chicken Seat’s streams too!”
“I subscribed to the channel right after you showed me Chicken Seat’s video.”
That sounded convincing.
I was privately satisfied with myself when Kim Jung-yeon threw cold water on it.
“Chicken Seat’s swordplay lately is practically divine, but surely they’re not planning to use a sword in the tournament too? This tournament seems like it won’t be easy even with full commitment.”
“?”
Still, my world ranking was 11th—I shouldn’t be hearing such talk from the start of the tournament.
Chicken Seat is me, but I asked casually as if it weren’t.
“Why? What’s going on?”
“You didn’t see the God of War tournament announcement today? Star Oracle must have lost their minds. We should have known when they ran the preliminaries like that.”
Star Oracle was already famous as a gathering place for lunatics, but what was it this time.
I’d been so focused on synchronized training between reality and the game lately that I’d forgotten tournament announcements could be posted.
I immediately turned on my phone and asked Kim Jung-yeon again for details.
“What is it?”
“This battle royale allows 2-person team formation, but the final winner is only one person, not a team. Plus, they’re throwing all participants from each country into a single City Map and finishing the match all at once.”
I froze.
Finishing it all in one go.
“So the battle royale event ends with the first match, and the tournament itself is over?”
“It seems so. Since Star Oracle decided to establish the detailed rules as the tournament progresses, I’m not sure what changes might occur later.”
Wow.
‘So one champion per country?’
Deciding each nation’s champion in a single tournament match wasn’t impossible given the nature of battle royale where only one person survives through mutual elimination.
Setting aside the inevitable backstabbing wars, they’re throwing everyone into a single map.
“…Can that many people even fit?”
“Exactly. How are they even going to run the server?”
That’s exactly what I was thinking.
But now that I thought about it, if those mysterious Constellations who created the Coin Market were involved in game development and tournament management, it seemed entirely possible.
‘Like how we played the game without internet inside the Gate before.’
They were transcendent beings of some kind.
There had been plenty of discussion about how God of Fighters itself was created with so many diverse Constellations.
It was only possible because some of the Constellations weren’t AIs but actual Constellations.
【???】 requested real-time video call instructions to sell items. Do you want to accept?
Speak of the devil.
My Constellation, Park Awkward, had requested a video call, but instead of accepting, I continued my conversation with Kim Jung-yeon.
“But seriously, it’s insane. A battle royale where they cram all participants from each country into one arena and run it. If it actually works, it’ll be entertaining. All those participants fighting like dogs on a single map.”
One match and the battle royale event is finished.
For someone accustomed to tournaments, it was a refreshingly novel approach.
“It’s definitely going to be fun. Everyone’s expecting it, saying the Oracle must be crazy. If this falls through, they’re going to get cursed out like crazy, but what are they thinking?”
That didn’t seem likely.
From the preliminary rounds onward, they kept cramming multiple people into a single map, so it seemed that was the style they preferred.
‘They like it intense and fierce.’
It made sense if you considered the tournament was essentially a gambling arena for the Constellations.
“But what’s that tube? Have you been learning to draw lately, Sister?”
“Huh? Oh, that’s not it.”
It was a tube containing an expensive sword I’d borrowed from Baek Hee-an.
I’d already received the money from the Guild, so I didn’t need to carry it around, but Park Awkward kept nagging about how a swordsman shouldn’t go around without a weapon, so I brought it along.
Park Awkward had been endlessly lecturing me about sword training lately.
[Me: Hey, can I borrow a sword?]
[Baek Hee-an: Yeah]
He said it was an expensive sword, but Baek Hee-an showed no interest whether I borrowed it or not.
“Can I open it?”
“Um….”
At Kim Jung-yeon’s words, I hesitated for a moment before bringing over the tube and opening the lid.
As expected, Kim Jung-yeon immediately recognized what was inside and widened his eyes.
“This, this is Baek Hee-an’s sword!”
“As expected, you recognized it.”
“Wait, when did you manage to get Baek Hee-an to this extent! If he’s willing to lend you his personal sword, he’d probably just hand over a foreign car!”
“….”
That damn foreign car again.
Since I’d never actually pursued Baek Hee-an and had no intention of doing so, this conversation felt completely disconnected from reality.
“Can I touch it?”
“Sure.”
Kim Jung-yeon’s eyes sparkled as he carefully drew out the sword.
He even boldly unsheathed it once.
“Wow!”
Jung-yeon’s thoughts were admittedly materialistic, but seeing him delight in the sword like a child made my shoulders puff up with pride.
Meanwhile, the impatient Park Awkward jabbed my ribs again.
【???】 requested real-time video call instructions to sell items. Do you want to accept?
I’d assume he was just busy, but this bastard really had no patience either.
Anyway, since Kim Jung-yeon was preoccupied admiring Baek Hee-an’s sword, I quietly slipped into the Staff Room and tapped accept.
“What?”
⟦”Did you see the announcement? Things just got really interesting!”⟧
“You’re that excited about a messy bracket?”
⟦”Of course! If we play it right, we can rake in coins like never before!”⟧
My interest piqued.
Now that I thought about it, he had a point.
The fewer matches on the bracket, the less scattered the audience becomes.
Which meant the total amount of coins the Constellations wagered would naturally increase, and if I won that match, I could make serious money.
‘If Kkolkkalpi says we can rake in coins like that, we’re probably talking tens of thousands of coins, right?’
My mouth watered.
Then.
Knock, knock—I heard someone tapping on the Staff Room door.
“I’ll be done soon, so wait.”
⟦”Tch. I’m bored.”⟧
Ignoring the grumbling Kkolkkalpi, I ended the call and the door immediately opened.
As expected, it was Kim Jung-yeon.
Click.
Kim Jung-yeon, who’d placed Baek Hee-an’s sword in its sheath and brought it with him, shut the door firmly and spoke in a hushed voice.
“Sister, we’ve got a problem!”
“What?”
“Jeong Hee-ji came in, and when she saw my sword, her eyes went wide and she started looking for you! The atmosphere is intense! Did something happen between you and Jeong Hee-ji?”
“…What?”
When I opened the Staff Room door, Jeong Hee-ji was indeed standing outside.
Jeong Hee-ji pretended to browse merchandise while glancing over at me, but the moment our eyes met, she quickly turned her head away and quietly slipped out of sight.
Jeong Hee-ji had momentarily disappeared from view, but the fact remained that she was in the Convenience Store.
‘Insane? Seriously?’
When Hee-ji snaps, it’s genuinely terrifying.
I debated whether to pull out my phone and call Baek Hee-an, but thinking a Hunter wouldn’t actually strike a civilian, I stepped out of the Staff Room.
Kim Jung-yeon followed behind me nervously, shuffling along.
Unlike Jeong Si-do, whose thoughts were utterly opaque, Hee-ji radiated her anger openly as she picked out a few items, pretending to deliberate, and headed to the Sales Counter.
“….”
“….”
“….”
Kim Jung-yeon had been right.
I couldn’t fathom why, but the intensity of her gaze fixed on me was overwhelming.
Beep. Beep.
“It’s been a while, Joo Hyun-soo.”
At the sound of her voice, my hands paused mid-transaction.
Hee-ji continued.
“You’ve lost quite a bit of weight. I almost didn’t recognize you.”
It was true I’d shed considerable weight, but she’d seemed to recognize me instantly the moment our eyes met earlier.
I gave a measured response.
“Yes, well. My leg condition being what it is, I’ve been working hard at it.”
“Baek Hee-an’s House has plenty of exercise equipment.”
“…?”
Baek Hee-an’s House.
I wanted to cover Kim Jung-yeon’s ears as he stood beside me, eyes gleaming with a mixture of tension and excitement, but that single remark crystallized something.
There had been hints of this at the restaurant too, but I’d dismissed it as Hee-ji momentarily losing her mind.
Though I could predict the obvious reason behind her behavior toward me, I’d naturally assumed it was absurd.
Yet Baek Hee-an’s name had slipped out regardless.
‘Hee-ji is… jealous of me?’
A woman with such a refreshingly clear face, tall and slender, a Hunter at the absolute peak of her career constantly filming commercials, blessed with a perfect older brother—jealous of me?
‘That makes no sense.’
Even as I blinked repeatedly, wondering if I was delusional, the fierce glare Hee-ji fixed on me was unmistakably real.

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