FVN Chapter 57
Chapter 57
"It feels like I just twisted a child's wrist, and I don’t feel that great about it."@@@@
Maybe it was because I made the perfect counter and played the game like that, but I didn’t feel particularly good about it.
It was, after all, a matchup I was supposed to win.
[????️All-Knowing Cthulhu: As expected, twisting a child's wrist, Dama, lol]
[Kang Hoo-min here: But haven’t you all twisted a kid’s wrist at some point?]
[Such a blunt assessment, lol]
[This is seriously harsh, though]
[Who the hell twists a kid's wrist?]
[But looking at how kids act, it feels like twisting is fine, lol]
[Damn, this is why the country’s like this, sigh]
[Harin: The chat’s already messed up here, huh?]
[Harin: I’m used to it**]
[Hahahahaha]
"Harin, it’s not usually like this. What do you mean, 'used to it'?"
The chat in my stream isn’t usually like this.
It’s... well, not high-class, but at least the people here talk about the game and are generally good-natured.
[????️All-Knowing Cthulhu: Hmm]
[Hmm]
[Hmm]
[Hmm]
[Hwanhee: Hmm]
[Harin: Hmm]
[Kang Hoo-min here: Hmm]
"Don’t make strange assumptions, I’m going to bed now. The 32nd round starts tomorrow anyway."
It was getting late, and I needed to rest.
The 32nd round tomorrow wasn’t the reason, though.
I had to work part-time, after all.
I knew the 32nd round would start at 4 PM tomorrow.
So, I could work, get home, and stream, all in good time.
[????️All-Knowing Cthulhu: Wow, you’re just doing the competition and leaving, huh]
[Die already]
[The broadcast vibe is dead]
[Ugh, Dama, die already, ugh]
[Hwanhee: What’s with the direct attacks, lol**]
[Dama’s viewers, average, lol]
[Harin: See you tomorrow, bye bye**]
[What’s up with you, 128th round dropout, lol]
[Damn, lol]
[Such rude words, geez]
"Don’t bash other people."
With that, I ended the broadcast.
[The broadcast has ended!]
"Ugh, this is exhausting."
Sitting all day playing League of Legends, I was a bit tired.
The fatigue had been slowly accumulating.
I think it was a good call to end the broadcast here.
If I pushed myself too hard, it could affect my chances of winning.
"Oppa, sleep quickly. You have to win tomorrow."
"What? Were you watching my broadcast?"
"Huh, why would I watch your stream? Ugh."
"You don’t need to hate it so much."
I chatted with Lee Ye-ram about trivial things and then fell asleep.
"Good morning."
"You’re working today?"
"I had something to take care of yesterday. I told you about it."
"Just kidding, just kidding."
Shin Ye-hwa greeted me warmly, and after a brief exchange, I immediately put on my apron.
Many people don’t wear aprons while working in cafes, but that’s a big mistake.
Coffee grounds can get everywhere, naturally staining clothes.
It’s especially bad if you wear white clothes.
Thinking about that, I hurriedly started making coffee.
"One iced tea, please."
"...Tea?"
"Takeout, please. I’d like it packaged."
"Oh, sure."
What?
Am I an idiot?
The thought just popped into my head.
Who calls takeout 'tea'?
I just wanted to slap the guy right then and there.
"There are a lot of customers like that these days. They shorten words unnecessarily... honestly, I still don’t get why people shorten 'iced Americano.'"
"Yeah, I don’t get it either. I never understood why people do that."
"I heard MingMing’s opponent is Gold rank."
I had heard a lot of rumors about MingMing’s opponent while playing in the Ifrit gallery.
I think they were Gold 2 or 3.
[MingMing: It was tough, they’re a pro with their legs.]
[????️All-Knowing Cthulhu: A master getting owned by a Gold player, and they’re still talking.]
[Hahahaha]
[Is this the elegance of a loser?]
[Harin: Tsk tsk**]
[Hwanhee: I just got here, hasn’t started yet, thank god**]
Hwanhee arrived a bit late today.
Something must have happened, since normally they’d join right after the broadcast started.
"You might lose to a Gold player. I understand."
I said, passing time as I waited.
Then, suddenly, I received a message in Discord.
[Next match. Please enter the private room.]
I immediately typed in the password and entered the private room.
My opponent was already there.
[Fabru: Hello]
[LondonIsDangerous: Hello]
After exchanging brief greetings with Fabru, the 32nd round began.
I knew that the official interviews would start from the quarterfinals, so I didn’t need to worry about that yet.
‘Interviews are such a hassle.’
I didn’t want to think about what I’d say.
Just annoyed at the thought, I clicked on the random champion selection.
A moment later—
"Wait a second."
A champion appeared that I hadn’t expected.
A male character with pink-dyed hair.
He was standing on floating platforms in mid-air.
[????️All-Knowing Cthulhu: Whoa]
[Whoa]
[Whoa]
[Hwanhee: Whoa**]
[Kang Hoo-min here: Whoa**]
[Harin: Whoa**]
[MingMing: Whoa**]
This was a champion that would be instantly banned if mispronounced.
[Sejinpin]
"..."
I couldn’t speak.