I Have a Reason to Hate Streamers

Oops.

I should have finished this sooner.

A sinister energy spreads around Camelian’s body.

In an instant, the difference in strength widens, and the dagger meant to stab the heart is pushed back.

Naturally, my body, which was above, is also shoved back.

No way. If things go on like this, I’ll be crushed underneath.

If a close-quarters brawl breaks out, the assassin’s weak body won’t withstand it.

Just as I rolled away, Camelian shouted.

“Don’t run away and fight!”

Shut up. Before I tear your mouth apart.

It’s not like I wanted to run away.

“I have no argument there, but I’ve watched your matches quite a lot. Really a lot.”

“So?”

“I thought you wanted to go pro.”

“That’s insane. That’s delusional, so you should see a doctor. Mental health meds work wonders.”

“You’re surprisingly bad at lying. You use tricks well, though. It’s fascinating.”

“……”

Now that I think about it, Elderin said the same thing.

She said I couldn’t lie as well as I thought.

I had no words to counter that kind of poke.

Should I say it’s obvious?

I had seen my own match videos, after all.

Analyzing the opponent is important, but reviewing my own matches is crucial too.

At times, I had a good expression on my face.

It looked a bit like envy toward others and enjoyment at the same time.

Was I just happy to receive attention?

I don’t think so.

I’m a patient with affection deficiency, craving the love of others and thirsting for victory, feeling a strong desire for recognition.

A greedy person dreaming of two things I can’t have. That’s me.

So maybe it showed a little?

Perhaps a lot. I’d know it if we exchanged blades directly.

“You have it all. You were born with talents that can’t even be compared to someone like me. You have everything……”

“Ah, I probably should’ve kept my mouth shut about that.”

“At first, I thought you were underestimating my dream. But……”

“I can’t do it.”

“Yes, you can. You could go anywhere.”

“I hope you’re done soon.”

My head feels hot.

I know it in my head. I shouldn’t get excited over such words.

As long as I keep running until that desperate fighter is done, victory will be mine.

But I just can’t hold back.

Unintentionally, my steps are moving forward. I blocked the thrusting spear head-on.

My wrist throbbed, but the parry was flawless.

I kicked the side I had just separated from with my foot— it felt a bit refreshing.

“Ugh-! Answer me……!”

“I said I can’t! Don’t just babble without knowing anything! Do you have any idea how long I’ve flailed around like an idiot in that goddamn tank?”

“Tank……?”

“Until the taste of blood appeared in my mouth. Until my head got hot and dizzy! I held on desperately while they told me just to give up!”

I yelled as if in a frenzy.

I didn’t know I could shout this loudly.

The time I spent grinding my teeth at the rehab center felt like it was constricting me.

They say I have it all. What the hell do I have?

I don’t need any of it. I never wanted this girl’s body, I wish someone would just take it.

Instead, return what I’ve lost.

My peaceful home. Return my healthy body.

Let me hold a bamboo sword again.

Not some goddamn crutch, just let me walk on my own legs.

Let me wield a sword in reality, not this kind of game.

Let me see others without an inferiority complex.

─Return my warmth, my dreams to me.

I bit my lip wrong.

I bit too hard and now it’s bleeding and hurting.

“Don’t mess with someone else’s wounds!”

It stings.

Clearly, I had the upper hand.

I’m the one stomping on Camelian’s knees, pushing away her spear, and stabbing the knife into her nape.

It hurt as if a blade had plunged into my neck.

But my anger wasn’t all released.

I stomped on the fallen Camelian’s head repeatedly.

Only after her health bar hit rock bottom did I realize she had died a while ago.

All my lost anger had nowhere to go but the battlefield.

I turned on my communication, which I had briefly turned off.

“Gang Yuhan. Are you there?”

– Oh, what? Are you done over there?

“Where should I go now? Just tell me that.”

– Still at the east gate. But wait, is something happening……?

“I’m coming.”

—

[Title: Ancient Kingdom Region Siege Broadcast]

[‘Yulang’ is currently broadcasting.]

Yulang thought he had wrongly named the broadcast.

It seemed more like a Gawol broadcast than a siege war commentary.

It couldn’t be helped.

The defending side, with dwindling strength, opted for a disgraceful stalling strategy, making the main battlefield a dull sight.

The saying “no food at a famous feast” perfectly described the situation.

The only one providing any entertainment was Gawol, executing a solo high-risk operation.

“Wow, Camelian is still being pressured. Being the top of the arena means something, huh? The Black Moon buff is still on cooldown, right?”

– Camelian really knows how to fight.

– They’re talking about something over there, aren’t they?

– Can you turn up the volume a bit?

“That won’t do. If I broadcast every sound during the siege, my channel will be taken down. There are several guilds here with built-up emotions.”

Though he said that, sweat dripped from Yulang’s forehead.

The conversation between the two was anything but light.

He felt a strange guilt for eavesdropping.

If it weren’t for the broadcast, he would have left the area.

Pointing a camera at a fight like that would result in his channel’s demise.

He adjusted the audio to be soundless and took an anxious stance.

“If the Ripper or Kelberos saw this, they’d probably find it ridiculous. They’ve absorbed their own skills to that extent.”

Yulang’s strength was his keen eye.

He could see who Gawol was mimicking.

In fact, it seemed that Kelberos’ techniques had been significantly rearranged, but it was clear they formed the foundation.

The fierce battle was gradually reaching its climax.

Camelian’s struggling. Gawol’s bold re-entry.

And…… Gawol’s furious kicks at the peak of her rage.

It looked a bit emotional, so he shifted the camera.

Luckily, it wasn’t too late.

“The expected outcome…… Would it be right to say I saw this coming? Camelian should be doing quite well even in the first team. Anyway, once again, it’s proven that one-on-one fights are different. Shall we take a quick look at the east gate?”

It couldn’t be helped.

If he aired that scene, it would stir up a hornet’s nest.

Yulang’s broadcasting motto was to be mild and long-lasting. The people just didn’t believe it.

Of the four gates, the most intense battlefield was undoubtedly the east gate.

It was the place where the alliance’s firepower was concentrated at maximum.

At the same time, it was also the area where the defending side was faring the worst.

The gate had long been breached.

They were merely holding on by pushing in whatever they had prepared in a desperate attempt.

“Wow, at this rate, they’re losing, right? What time is it……? There’s still quite a bit of time left. Considering the main continent’s castle, we’re looking at about 20 minutes? It looks like they’ll fall well before then. Right now, the siege side seems to have a higher chance of victory.”

Just as Yulang coldly evaluated the situation, a shadow suddenly peeked out from behind the east gate.

The fluttering hem of clothing was a testament to the Black Moon buff.

A deep black line split the battlefield.

Every move carried no hesitance.

It made sense. The enemy’s main force was pushing in, having given up on cannons or shaking things up.

The siege side had admitted defeat in the assassin fight, and at that moment, Gawol had essentially completed her mission.

So now, even if Gawol were to die, it wouldn’t be a significant loss.

In fact, at this point, it would be advantageous to give away a mage rather than die.

‘No, wait. It seems a bit different.’

That movement wasn’t calculated.

It was a more rough and aggressive demeanor than usual.

Rather than trying to take down as many as possible, it looked like she was a doom-seeker jumping blindly into the flame.

The pinnacle of her skills was just concealing that fact.

Darting in and out of the shadows, using the enemy’s body as cover, her movements seemed instinctual.

The evidence was in her lack of neat damage calculation as she usually had.

In contrast to precisely dealing the necessary damage, there were moments when needless damage was dealt.

So, from Yulang’s perspective, it looked more like an outlet for frustration.

Gawol’s outlet for frustration didn’t stop until the siege war came to a close.

When the defending side narrowly won the war, Gawol logged out with a vacant expression as if all her lingering attachments had vanished.

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[Author: Anonymous Cross]

[Title: Guild is Breaking Apart]

[Writer: ㅇㅇ(810.11)]

[Title: So why hasn’t Gawol been seen lately?]

Has anyone seen her after the siege?

Every time she appeared, there were people posting screenshots in the gallery,

but it’s been quiet lately.

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[Comments]

– Seems like she just isn’t logging on?

└ How would you know that?

└ Gawol was a mercenary in our guild a while back, so we’re friends.

└ What? Damn, I want to do that too.

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[Writer: Gawol]

[Title: I’ll be taking a break from the game for a while.]

I think I’ll join my sister on her broadcast as a guest.

Not sure how long the break will last.

It was fun while it lasted.

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[Comments]

– Out of the blue?

– ?

– What is it?

– This isn’t a fake account.

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