The Chicken Legend's Game Becomes Reality - Chapter 73

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Chapter 73
It wasn’t even a horror film, yet something about it felt unsettling.
I’d helped earnestly enough, but my stomach churned at what would undoubtedly be a horrific scene if this were reality.
I shook my head.
‘It’s just a game.’
I didn’t understand why I was projecting emotions onto graphics.
‘Get a grip.’
I hadn’t expected much from the Battle Royale event, but unexpectedly, my ranking had climbed quite high from the start.
Things were going remarkably well.
8th place: Chicken Bulssdagu
Thinking of my promise with Kkolkkalpi, I might actually be able to fix my legs after this round ended.
Then.
A low, arrogant voice reached my ears.
【I never expected you to make such a choice. I’m displeased, but this incident will certainly secure you the patronage of a certain faction.】
Red Star.
【It may be fortunate for you.】
I was about to ask what he meant when my gaze suddenly caught on something in the corner.
“?”
The Broadcast Chat Window.
The game broadcast’s chat window, pushed to the side of my screen, was churning chaotically.
‘…What is this.’
It was usually quite crowded during peak hours.
But this was insane.
To exaggerate slightly, it was as if the entire nation had flooded in and was typing like madmen.
For some reason, the moment I looked at it, it seemed to scroll even faster.
“Why is the chat like this? Is there lag?”
The moment I spoke, a flood of censored messages poured in.
[■■■■■■■■ 1,000■■ ■■■■■■■■
I cannot provide a translation because the text contains censored or corrupted characters (represented by ■ symbols). Please provide the complete, uncensored Korean text.
[■■■■■■ 1,000■■ ■■■■■■■■
: ■■ ■■ ■■ ■■■]
[■■■■■■■■■ 1,000■■ ■■■■■■■■
I cannot provide a translation for this text as it appears to contain redacted or censored content (indicated by the black squares/■ symbols). The original Korean text is not fully visible or readable.
Donations.
‘Oh.’
That was interesting.
“You know the chat’s censored so nothing shows up, right? But the donation amounts and some message text occasionally peek through. At most, maybe one character here and there.”
Anyway, it didn’t seem like the chat itself was lagging.
Suddenly, donations began pouring in.
[■■■■■■■■ donated 1,000 won.
: [■■■■ ■■■ ■■ ■■■■]
[■■■■■ donated 2,000 won.]
: [■lamb■ ■■■■ ■■■■■]
[■■■■■■ donated 1,000 won.]
: [■■■■■■■]
[■■■■■■■■■ donated 10,000 won.]
: [■■■■ alive■■■■]
[■■■■ donated 5,000 won.]
: [■■■■ ■■ dead■■■■]
[■■■■■■■■■■ donated 1,000 won.]
: [■■Station ■■■ ■■■■■]
….
Unlike the frenzied chat, the sparse donation messages suddenly flooded in.
“Wow….”
The firepower was absolutely insane.
The sheer volume was so abnormal that I felt overwhelmed by it.
Everyone’s messages were small amounts, probably just trying to get their names out there, but as the saying goes, little drops make a mighty ocean—at this rate, the donations would add up to a substantial sum.
‘Wow. How much is all this?’
I was momentarily distracted by the cascade of donations pouring in.
“What are you doing!”
It was Hwang Beom-young’s voice.
I didn’t understand why he was calling me as if it were obvious that I should follow him alone.
“Why aren’t you coming faster?!”
Either way, we were still in Fair state, so I had to go.
But just as I turned to move.
[Urgent Sudden Quest Triggered!]
[⚠Dimensional Rift Detected — A magical wave stronger than before has been observed!]
[A Gate has opened in the 3rd Floor Restaurant Area of Seoul Station. Close the Gate.
—Number of Gates: 2
—Rank: C]
I froze.
Hwang Beom-young, who had been calling me, quickly turned back.
“Go up!”
I had to head to the 3rd Floor.
‘Gates appearing one after another. But again, I’m first from the 2nd Floor.’
I couldn’t arrive before the Players already on the upper floors, but even this advantage was enormous.
Tap tap.
I ran up the empty escalator alongside Hwang Beom-young, scanning my surroundings.
Aside from the NPCs lying scattered about, everyone had fled.
‘Running away is only natural, but….’
Several NPCs hadn’t fled but cowered behind pillars and in shop corners, trembling visibly.
Their eyes glancing toward us were digital, yet somehow felt unnervingly vivid.
A deep sense of wrongness.
‘Was this setting always here?’
Scattered debris littered the Map that the Gate had swept through.
A single abandoned shoe, a forgotten bag, a smartphone left behind—these details created an oddly grotesque atmosphere.
Hwang Beom-young muttered from behind.
“Damn it. Those Game Company bastards. They made the system absolutely terrible.”
“Psychological warfare, I’d guess?”
“Obviously! You think that’s real?!”
Why was he irritated with me?
I spun around quickly, and there was the cute tiger-eared girl avatar glaring up at me indignantly.
‘I’ll let it slide.’
Honestly, she was too cute for me to stay angry.
Hwang Beom-young was probably just as unsettled as I was, which is why he was acting this way.
More pressing was the Broadcast Chat Window I’d pulled up earlier—why was it still there, or had things gotten even more chaotic in the meantime?
‘They’re probably cursing Hwang Beom-young.’
Even if the donations were modest amounts, they were pouring in like a storm, which I found genuinely gratifying.
“Thank you for the donations. With your support, I’ll sweep through the 3rd Floor as well.”
Loyalty.
I was in the middle of reacting when a voice came from behind.
“Hey, are you seriously broadcasting?”
“Not really broadcasting, just have it on.”
“That’s broadcasting! What the hell, doing a broadcast during a Tournament!”
“….”
Instead of responding, I quietly closed the window.
I couldn’t lose the broadcast.
‘It’s a Fair, so I’ll tolerate it.’
Better to endure now than to cause unnecessary conflict—I could always backstab him later.
We arrived at the 3rd Floor in an instant.
Hwang Beom-young, who had been glued to my heels, suddenly cursed loudly.
“Shit!”
The situation here was absolutely catastrophic.
It seemed the NPCs who had fled from the devastation on the 2nd Floor had gathered here.
Crash and clatter!
Various food items, dishes, and NPCs who appeared to have been eating scattered across the floor.
Terrified NPCs were fleeing for their lives.
‘It’s strange without any sound.’
The silence made the scene feel even more eerie and grotesque.
‘Red in the face, white in the heart.’
A monster with corpse-pale skin stretched taut over an emaciated frame.
Its blood-red face, raw as if human skin had been flayed away, exposed the grotesque striations of muscle beneath.
‘Whoever designed this was clever.’
Even Sword Dragon, who had been relatively quiet until now, finally spoke up.
【It’s perfect for the 3rd Floor.】
The reason the 3rd Floor had descended into greater chaos than the 2nd was abundantly clear.
The Red-Faced Demons were intelligent monsters slightly larger than humans, capable of seeping into the cramped spaces between the restaurant stalls.
Screech. Screeeech.
Some wielded forks with their elongated arms, scraping empty plates, while others brandished steak knives stolen from the restaurants, slashing wildly.
The Red-Faced Demons twisted their joints at impossible angles as they hunted the NPCs.
Thwack! Squelch—!
‘Ugh.’
A Red-Faced Demon’s razor-sharp fingers pierced through an NPC’s body.
Pixel fragments scattered and crackled as they dispersed.
‘Did they render the blood as a solid form?’
Despite being game graphics, the palpable terror radiating from the NPCs felt viscerally real.
I lunged forward immediately, but Hwang Beom-young was faster.
[Sovereign Fang]
Hwang Beom-young’s Constellation’s area-of-effect skill.
Boom—!
As the effect cascaded across the area, every monster in sight turned to face Hwang Beom-young.
He charged recklessly forward, decimating the monsters in his path.
Boom! Boom! Boom—!
Not to be outdone, I pursued close behind, sweeping up the weakened monsters with my own area damage and advancing rapidly.
“Ch-Chicken!”
“Why are you suddenly going on about chicken?!”
“Chicken’s here!”
“Eek?!”
The players who had been attacked by Hwang Beom-young and me on the 2nd Floor immediately scattered the moment they spotted us.
I deliberately averted my gaze and focused on eliminating the monsters.
‘Not yet.’
The players who had been watching my expression quickly refocused on the battle.
“Don’t get distracted—kill them faster!”
Crash!
The sound of shattering glass echoed loudly from multiple directions.
The Red-Faced Demons leaped between tables, across chair backs, scattering in all directions throughout the restaurant.
[Depthwaltz]
Thud! Slash, Boom—!
Hwang Beom-young and I frantically focused on protecting the fleeing NPCs while dispatching the monsters.
The Red-Faced Demons were relentlessly pursuing the NPCs.
‘There are two Gates.’
I could see one Gate not far away, so there was likely another one deeper inside the 3rd Floor.
There was no doubt that many Rankers were gathered at that other Gate.
13th place. Chicken Bulssdagu.
My ranking, which had climbed into single digits, was plummeting in real time.
Crash!
The masked demon, who had been rampaging through the NPCs inside the restaurant, must have discovered the utensil holder—it began hurling chopsticks and spoons everywhere.
Clang! Clink-clang!
I swung my sword to block the chopsticks pouring down like daggers.
‘It’s using those as weapons?’
I had no idea how the Tournament system was structured, but this data fragment was wielding objects from the Map as weapons.
An NPC passing by was struck in the leg by a chopstick and collapsed.
I instinctively tried to catch it.
“…Ah.”
True to its nature as a data fragment, the NPC slipped through my hands like a ghost and fell regardless.

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