Victory.
I won the first match, which had become quite tangled due to my mistake, and easily won the second match without any further errors.
The scores reflected the rules of best-of-five rather poorly, ending at a surprising 2-0.
The organizers seemed to have expected a close match, starting at 1-1 and ending at 2-1, but that expectation went unmet.
Having won the first match by a nail-biting difference, perhaps that was enough.
In the winner’s interview that followed the match, most of the discussion centered around the closely contested first round.
MVP, or as it’s called nowadays, GOAT.
In any case, I was bombarded with questions after being selected.
“There were many questions about the Barbarian Warrior pick, including from our commentary team. Was it a prepared strategy?”
“The Barbarian Warrior wasn’t planned; I accidentally failed to pick, and it was a randomly chosen agent.”
[Legend;]
[The Sister accidentally spilled water, lol]
[She probably knocked it over because of her big chest]
[It was the water bottle’s fault]
[Not designed ergonomically]
[With those big br*asts, you’d need to buy a separate water bottle]
[She made a mess and now she’s cleaning it up, lol]
[You weren’t even prepared, and you played like that? Hahaha, seriously a monster]
[That was amazing GOAT]
“Oh, so it was purely spontaneous then?”
“Due to tournament rules, if we started over because of a bad pick, we would have had a disadvantage, so we reluctantly agreed to go with the Barbarian Warrior pick. Also, it was when the game started that I logged in.”
“You didn’t prepare any connections with the Iron Man during the game either.”
“Yes, I just thought of the Barbarian Warrior and Iron Man combination that came up occasionally during Season 1 and tried it on the spot; and it worked well.”
[Wow]
[Sister is so sexy]
[Oh my god, she did it, oh my god, she did it, oh my god, she did it, oh my god, she did it, oh my god, she did it, oh my god, she did it]
[She says it like it’s obvious]
[The quick-thinking and the drive to execute it right away… If I lost, that would have been a weird match]
[Seriously a monster]
[Mollu seems overbalanced; definitely going to be banned from next tournament]
[Well, if you wanted to win, you should have picked a Teacher; you guys couldn’t even bid]
[Is this the loser team Jackie, who got criticized for losing the bidding? My chest feels grand…”]
[Grand chest, wow]
[Is the conclusion that big br*asts are grand?]
[Yes]
“Yes, the viewers are showing passionate reactions. The unplanned Barbarian Warrior displayed such great plays, it was nearly a scene straight out of a mad movie. Is there a secret to your Barbarian Warrior play?”
Listening to the commentator firing questions as if they were rap lyrics, I thought about it.
Well, I had played the Barbarian Warrior a lot in the past, and there’s certainly a bit of luck involved.
I also couldn’t leave out the fact that my teammates performed even better than I expected.
However, those answers somehow didn’t satisfy me.
I felt like they were just boring answers that didn’t quite fit the nature of such a tournament.
So, I spoke words that differed from the many answers popping into my head.
“Actually, I’m a Barbarian in real life. I guess because I behave that way in reality, I understood the Barbarian Warrior better.”
“Really?”
[There was a reason for the big chest]
[That’s quite barbaric, Sister]
[Mollu’s riding, wow]
[But your skin is too white to be a barbarian]
[Can’t a barbarian have white skin? Does it have to be nicely tanned brown skin? Are you a racist?]
[Oh dear]
[Stop being stingy]
“Thanks for the witty answer. This was an interview that didn’t disappoint the expectations set by the broadcast.”
Thus, my interview concluded, and we wrapped up the tournament while hearing each team member’s thoughts on our victory.
“Great job, everyone!”
“Oh, thank you all for your hard work.”
“We won, but it still doesn’t feel real…”
“I feel like I only rode a bus; thank you.”
The jubilant atmosphere emerged after our victory.
Everyone, including Director Jackie, chatted excitedly.
And when we successfully wrapped up the event in good spirits, a phrase inevitably came up.
“Shall we have a company dinner?”
“Oh, a company dinner sounds good.”
“Is the Director covering the cost?”
“Usually, the one who brings it up pays. Of course, I will.”
“You’re awesome, Director!”
The team members cheered for Jackie, who boldly said he would pay for the dinner.
Feeling shy, he coughed and told them to decide on a menu, and various options were brought up.
Ordinary chicken, pizza. Just pork belly and soju… sushi, sashimi. Beef.
“How about the usual chicken and pizza?”
“I’ve eaten that too much already… Isn’t pork belly and soju the national rule?”
“I want something like sushi or sashimi!”
“Beef is a bit… is that okay?”
“You’ll break the Director’s back with this.”
Hahaha!
The lively atmosphere was naturally leaning toward everyone attending the dinner.
I hadn’t said anything yet.
As if sensing this, Papijoa mentioned my name.
“What does Mollu want to eat?”
“Uh… I’m fine with anything.”
“That’s the hardest thing to say.”
“It means just pick something you like~”
“I’ll choose something with good taste.”
As the discussion continued.
It felt inappropriate to say I would decline in this atmosphere.
Papijoa seemed to hope that I would participate, so perhaps she blocked my exit with her question.
She was sharper than her usual oblivious demeanor suggested.
Well, I could definitely attend a company dinner.
Meeting with acquaintances for a meal wasn’t a hard thing at all.
Of course, I could still see this as merely an online relationship woven through business, having never met anyone in person.
“How about gopchang?”
“Gopchang doesn’t really have much to eat, does it?”
“Gopchang is delicious…”
Having spent time together and matched our rhythms, I understood these people’s personalities.
I knew they were good people.
So I felt inclined to meet them privately and spend time together.
“I’ll be going now.”
“Ah, yes! Thank you for your hard work.”
“See you later.”
I excused myself to the people deciding on the dinner menu and left the Discord room first.
I was tired, and I needed to check if the main unit that spilled water was okay.
The parts might be nearing the end of their lifespan.
There’s no way they’d choose a weird dinner menu just because I wasn’t there.
I generally eat well anyway, so it should be fine.
As long as it’s not some weird food like pineapple pizza.
Speaking of which, didn’t everyone else say they liked pineapple pizza?
Sudden memories from the past surfaced, and I felt a wave of anxiety.
…It’ll be fine, right?
“Oh, it’s broken? Yes, yes. How long will it take?”
To get to the point, I decided to have the computer repaired.
After consulting with various experts, including editors, they advised that if I felt uneasy about something, it was better to resolve it then.
I was introduced to a professional company and had sent my unit there.
It seemed true that it was a cheap and efficient service; not long after I received a message confirming delivery, I was contacted by the company.
Fortunately, there wasn’t a major breakdown, but they informed me that some parts were damaged, causing a decline in the unit’s performance.
They sent me a rough estimate through text, and the detailed estimate that was carefully written made me feel confident enough to decide to upgrade the performance along with the repairs.
Since I was streaming and playing high-spec games, having a good setup would prevent any broadcasting issues.
I viewed it as a sort of investment.
I had decided to continue streaming after all.
Additionally, I had won a prize of ten million won from this tournament, so I was financially quite comfortable at the moment.
Sudden memories of opening Ji-eun’s bank account for my first stream came to mind.
The nostalgic recollection of shaking when I spent a few hundred thousand won…
It seems one should experience some success.
So, with my computer out for repairs until it returns, whether I liked it or not, I couldn’t turn on the stream right now.
With no prior commitments, I returned to the life of a hikki-hakusyuu (reclusive person) for the first time in a while.
Normally, I would have played games or watched broadcasts of other streamers, but perhaps without my computer, I couldn’t really do either.
Out of habit, I found myself at a familiar community.
Even without writing a post, I could naturally grasp recent issues just by reading a few informative posts.
In that space, I saw an unexpected post.
<8 Reasons why Mollu is a delivery driver.> +17
<Honestly, Mollu made the tournament boring, it’s a fact, lol> +11
– Stop beating around the bush. Can’t even reveal my real identity. Tier’s low, but skills oddly match Challenger level. Great at sniping too.
– Isn’t this girl a delivery driver? Lol
– Seems a bit suspicious.
In the gallery I hadn’t visited in a while, a place that proclaimed me as its master,
they were talking about such things that made me want to turn on the stream immediately.
