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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: All Master's Game Broadcast 19
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In the saturated internet streaming market, reactions were bound to become a dime a dozen.
In a world where the same reactions were being done by every other streamer, having a unique one that only you could pull off was pretty important.
It let you promote yourself through your reactions while establishing your own identity.
From that perspective, every reaction Comet did was bizarre yet uniquely his own.
Whirrr!
"For now, just one."
-...insane
-More than 3 spins tho
-Boss's service is too much
Roughly three and a half spins.
No, maybe closer to four.
A perfect stationary forward somersault.
Forward spins were considered harder than backward ones.
But Comet had kept half his promise and broken the other half.
Whirrr! Thud!
"Like this, two in a row. How's that? Satisfied?"
Comet grinned, waving at the camera after his consecutive double flip.
He hadn't managed three spins, but he'd nailed the two in a row perfectly.
Seeing this, both his fans and haters were united for once.
-Wow....
-Losing it, spinning out, going crazy!!!
-Haha, you idiots. Should've worn diapers like me!
-...Reactions are top-tier.
There was nothing to mock, even if they wanted to.
It was a somersault so clean that even a gymnast would've applauded.
Everyone was stunned by a skill far beyond what a mere Trica streamer should have.
But only for a moment.
-So when's the game start??
-Chickening out? Stalling with reactions?
-Just play already ㅡㅡ
The malicious chats pouring cold water on the hyped reaction crowd made their faces sour.
People who couldn't enjoy the fun and only chased what they wanted got side-eye in real life too.
The internet was no different.
No matter how much the target disliked it, splashing cold water on everyone's good time was enough to furrow brows.
But Comet, the one in question, didn't pay their reactions much mind.
"Alright, then. Let's jump right into the remaining five placement matches for today."
As if he'd been waiting for them to demand a game, Comet smoothly lay back in the capsule.
The haters who'd been badmouthing him shut their mouths.
-You begged for game, now he plays and you got nothing to say~
-Malcontents BTFO!
-If you're uncomfortable, fix your posture, haters~
Naturally, Comet's fans were riding high.
He'd moved as they wanted, but it was the haters who'd shot themselves in the foot.
Vrrr—
With the hum of the machine, the capsule activated.
Comet connected to VR, casually switching his stream settings to the game and appearing in Iron Fist's lobby.
"Heh. Doesn't take long anymore, huh?"
-Fr fr like my nephew's house now?
-Praise or diss lol
-Obviously diss lol where's the praise in that lol
After a quick joke and greeting, Comet went to queue for ranked.
That's when it happened.
[White Snow has posted a mission.]
-100,000 won for 5-win streak.
└ +10,000 won per Perfect Win.
"Oh, thanks for the mission, White Snow. 100,000 won for five wins. Plus 10,000 per Perfect Win. So if I Perfect Win all five, that's 200,000 won total."
Comet lit up at the familiar name and instant mission.
He couldn't forget the one who'd missioned him on his first stream.
Especially since it was just a few days ago.
Comet etched the name Snow White—who'd put up a whopping 200,000 won(?—into his mind again.
Then more missions flooded in.
-10,000 won per win
-Ban the haters for 10,000 won
-30,000 won for 5 wins
-Wink for 10,000 won
He turned down few, even the weird ones.
Twitch! Wink!
"...Ah, my wink sucks. Anyway, mission cleared?"
-Lol Comet can't wink either lol
-Comet's kryptonite is winking(?)
Like that weird wink mission—he accepted it.
10,000 won for one wink.
Per second, not even per minute—turning it down would've been weirder.
Sure, his wink turned out comically bad, but viewers loved it.
Human touch.
It made them feel like Comet was just a regular guy like them.
But there was one mission he skipped.
"No thanks on the ban-the-haters mission."
-Booo, boot the haters!
-Tell 'em to fix their posture and kick 'em!
-Fr fr
Ban the haters.
The mission to boot the so-called malicious types or haters—Comet rejected it outright.
Most regular viewers felt bad.
They figured these types only lowered stream quality and nitpicked everything uselessly.
But Comet stayed chill.
"Haters are viewers too. And this is only my second day streaming. Aren't haters precious at this stage?"
-...aha
-True, Comet's day 2 today
-Lol I thought it'd been like 100 days
-Fr viewer count feels like more than that for day 2
-Not day 2, stream 2 lol
On just his second day, the line between fans and haters was blurry anyway.
He knew how he acted could turn current fans into haters or vice versa.
That's why he nixed the ban-haters mission.
Of course—
-10,000 won if you're handsome
[Mission succeeded.]
"Ah, thanks. No fail condition, so I'll take it."
-Lmao
-True that~
-Yep handsome~
-Handsome! Kim Comet!
That didn't mean he rejected other weird ones.
With a straight-faced, shameless grin, Haesung cleared the "10,000 won if handsome" mission at lightning speed.
"Adding that to Snow White's, total success is 280,000 won. Any more missions?"
A cool 280,000 won.
Considering the difficulty, it was basically free money.
But viewers who'd watched his first stream just smirked at the question.
-Obvious it'll get cleared, why bother missioning?!
-Fr fr
-Lol no black sheep thinking these are hard?
-In front of Comet, only hard mission is winking lol
So-called safe bets were like viewers teasing the streamer—high difficulty to watch them sweat.
Teasing if they'd make it or not.
But safe bets meant nothing against Comet.
"Too bad. Let's get started."
Comet smacked his lips, disappointed as viewers started shying away from missions after seeing his dominance.
He kicked off his first ranked match of the day.
No way was he sandbagging to farm more missions.
'Full throttle from the start.'
No need to give critics ammo—that was lesson one after a century of this for Comet.
Weakness for missions? Unthinkable.
And—
Thud!
With a heavy heartbeat thump, Haesung warped into the dim back alley map.
* * *
Dim back alley.
One of Iron Fist's maps, unlike the open Colosseum arena, it was littered with obstacles and objects.
You could use them to block foes or restrict movement.
Street fight, plain and simple.
Naturally, you needed wide vision to scan surroundings and quick wits to use terrain.
"Nice to meet you! New streamer Marusik here!"
"...What the hell is this?"
Even Comet had to tilt his head at an opponent promoting their own stream in the arena.
But his viewers knew.
-Low-tier sniper.
-Yep sniper. Picks high-viewer streams to snipe prob.
-Yeah pro wannabe. Real skill blue rank, smurfing green.
-Got matched somehow.
Sniping.
Intentionally queuing with similar rank targets to force matches.
It annoyed normal viewers.
But sniper fans ate it up.
No good words for a shameless one sniping openly and shilling their stream, though.
-Rip him apart!
-Marusik! Sit!
-Tsk! Sit!
Viewers dogpiling the self-proclaimed newbie Marusik—Comet got the picture and nodded.
"So, not one of my viewers. Another streamer using me as bait for his own stream?"
-Nailed it
-Show him the ropes, Comet bro!
-Haesung punch! Comet punch! Haesung punch! Comet punch!
Piecing it together from scraps, Comet smirked coldly.
"Guess I'll open a lecture today."
-Lecture?
-What lecture?
Ignoring the confused chat, Comet eyed the countdown hitting zero and stomped in place.
"How to eat Perfect Wins like cake. And how to dismantle snipers. Two lectures. Free, so don't worry."
-Lol
-How to eat snipers like cake
-Marusik donezo~
Declaring Marusik his stepping stone.
* * *
Dim back alley.
Marusik was a demon race with superior physique, class swordsman.
Longer reach but slightly lower damage mods—still stronger than human setups, demon-style.
"Alright, folks! Hit like, follow, and donate big!"
Blue rank.
Pro hopeful level.
Silly as it sounded, top 1-3% in Iron Fist.
-But who's the opponent?
-Dunno? Snipe so prob some name.
-Green rank to match Marusik... casual streamer? Non-main-game one?
100-200 viewers tuned in.
Not your average crowd—there for snipes—but Marusik didn't care.
-Comet? Looked up record 5-0. Placement.
-Fr? Placement matching green? Bug?
"...What? Say that again?"
To be precise, he tried not to care.
Viewers were just his wallets, and they didn't mind as long as they got their kicks.
But that chat made Marusik freak right before game start.
Placement opponent.
5-0 meant five-win streak already.
'No way I picked wrong?'
If it was a vet's smurf reroll, he'd be the punchline.
'No, a 500-viewer stream can't be a vet. To crush me needs purple-gold, those pull way more than 500.'
Recalling the viewer count from back-scrolling targets, Marusik calmed down.
Purple-gold pro hopeful streams didn't pull just 500.
But composure was short-lived.
"Newbie, you said?"
"Y-Yes! New streamer Marusik, senpai!"
Marusik flashed a friendly smile at the basic character dude calmly echoing his words.
Opponent was clearly a veteran streamer.
And for a sniper like him, better not give ammo for drama.
No needless controversy.
But—
"Day one streamer?"
"...? Been about half a year."
"Then I'm the senior. Day two for me."
"...What kinda crazy..."
Comet casually claiming day two made Marusik curse involuntarily.
"Shoot."
Marusik winced at his slip.
[FIGHT!]
Countdown ended, fight buzzer blared.
The translucent barrier between Comet and Marusik vanished.
Crack!
"...Gahk!"
"Alright, folks. First rule against demons: Smash the horn right at start to seize game flow easy. Take notes."
Marusik's tough horn shattered in one hit as he panicked.
Comet's calm stream voice drilled into his ears.
"What... insane..."
Horn broken at kickoff.
From endless demon games, Marusik knew wins after that were rare as hell.
His face went ghost-white.
"Next, target the legs. Horn break doesn't weaken right away, so cripple mobility while they're off-balance. Got it so far?"
"...!!!"
Comet approached swiftly, lecturing like a prof.
'...The Elbow-approved monster.'
Gallery post from yesterday flashed by.
Elbow's certified monster, scheduled to fight Elbow in two months.
Name: Comet.
One thing left.
"Leg. Leg. Gut. Head. Head. Arm."
"...Urk!"
Powerless, he got pummeled like mad.
Twin Finger Winds fractured his legs—mobility tanked.
Palm Wind to gut: organ rupture, rib cracks—HP draining fast.
Temple Finger Winds: stunned.
He tried drawing sword for one hit, but anticipating Finger Wind smacked his arm—sword dropped.
Result.
[PERFECT WIN!]
"See? Easy, right?"
Marusik handed over the win—Perfect Win too—to Comet, who evoked a wild-haired, bearded painter uncle spouting cheesy lines.
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