[ON AIR] [Outlaw111]
-Hey guys, top-ranked no-streaming.
Hmm.
So, I really was streaming.
But judging by the preview screen not being Legends of League, it seems like I’m doing something else…
‘Well, pressing it first will tell me.’
And then…
-Fast-absorbing protein! The easily digestible whey protein everyone can enjoy!
What greeted him was an incredibly familiar protein supplement commercial.
“…What the?”
[“Did it start?”]
“Are you doing an ad? You caused all this just to recommend this product? I already have it at home.”
A moment of silence passed.
[“…What are you talking about? Oh, did I just turn it off? Wait a sec!”]
“If you have nothing to say, I’m hanging up. I’m almost home and going to shower.”
[“No, hey! Check the replay! Look at the replay!”]
“Too bothersome.”
Kim Ji-hoon ended the call.
I was curious what he’d say after such a long time without contact… but he was just rambling nonsense.
Of course, Kim Ji-hoon had an inkling as to why Park Chan-yong was so obsessed with Outlaw.
‘He definitely performed well.’
With a Jungler like that, even if we start from the second division, we might actually make it to the first division.
Stepping onto the stage everyone dreams of—the first division.
But Kim Ji-hoon couldn’t find a reason to start from such a new team.
To be exact, he couldn’t find a reason to become a pro by doing all that.
‘Pro… I’m done with that now.’
Change always requires a lot of courage.
Once, Kim Ji-hoon started exercising for such courage, but essentially, nothing had changed.
He still wanted to stay here.
As he always had, just like always.
‘What’s the point of trying to be a pro? I’ll just wear myself out. What am I even thinking?’
So, he added all kinds of reasons to rationalize himself.
“I can’t be a pro because of this.”
“That’s why I won’t make it.”
He made unfounded assumptions and gave up on a dream he had once seriously pursued.
‘Let’s go home.’
Today was annoyingly bothersome in many ways.
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“Hmm…”
How long did I sleep?
With my eyes half-opened, awkwardly peering at my smartphone, I realized the sun was already high in the sky.
Well, I did game a bit too much yesterday…
No matter how different it was back then, the fatigue from yesterday clearly crossed a certain line.
How long had I been sitting dumbly, scrolling through my smartphone?
Knock knock—
My mother opened the door.
“Where’s the food?”
“I’ll eat something casually.”
“Alright.”
If it were the old days, she would have given me a long lecture, but now, she didn’t really nag about this kind of thing.
Gotta stay somewhat healthy.
In reality, I’d met a doctor since my body changed, but I hadn’t actually gone to a hospital.
‘Ah, the broadcast.’
Ruffling my unkempt hair with my hands, I sat down in front of the computer.
I turned off the monitor because it was too bright… but it felt like I had a Pandora’s Box in front of me.
“Phew…”
Deep breath, deep breath.
I needed to check the broadcasting situation first before officially resuming the stream, as there was a big responsibility that came with a lot of viewers.
It didn’t take me long to realize that ancient truth.
-I’ll hold my breath until the host arrives, heh!
-Rest in peace to the deceased’s action beam!
-I’m here.
-When is noon called? When is noon called? When is noon called? When is noon called? When is noon called? When is noon called? When is noon called?
-This stream is already dead. This stream is already dead. This stream is already dead.
-Lock.
-I’m here.
-Stop spamming, damn it!
-Lock.
-I feel like I’m going insane, going insane, going insane, going insane, going insane, going insane….
『‘wdfoqwtkwq’ sent 10 Balloons.』
『“When is the host coming, when is the host coming?”』
-Stop spamming, damn it! It’s so noisy, I’m dying!
-Then leave, idiot.
-LOL.
This place… is it… hell?
The chat was filled with all sorts of trolling and spamming, proving what the hell of the internet truly looked like.
‘Speaking of which… there’s not a single manager around.’
When broadcasting on Red TV, having a manager is almost essential.
You can’t manage that many viewers alone, and even if you could, the breaks in the stream would be unavoidable.
‘I need to find one… but first, how do I deal with this…’
Originally, I planned to take my time showering and eat breakfast before starting the broadcast, but looking at this situation, that wouldn’t work.
[Current viewer count: 1,123]
Even though a plain advertisement was the only thing showing, nearly a thousand viewers were still watching.
Something… something feels off.
Thinking I needed to tackle this situation first, I switched the broadcasting screen.
“Uh… um. Hello everyone.”
-Hey!
-Oh!
-I’m here.
-Yayyy~~
-Why are you so late, why are you so late, why are you so late, why are you so late, why are you so late, why are you so late…
-Ailu~~
-Now I’ll start breathing, heh!
-Do you want to see me go crazy? Do you want to see me go crazy? Do you want to see me go crazy? Do you want to see me go crazy?
It’s dizzying…
I should have been familiar with this by now, but it seems I’m still a streaming rookie.
“I woke up and turned it on, so please excuse me…”
-?
-Wow.
-?
-Seriously?
-Did you just wake up?
-Why is her bare face prettier?
-Seriously, is that really your bare face? Stop lying.
-Ah, you’re trying to go for a concept again.
-What the?
-My girlfriend is no joke in the morning, haha.
-Don’t pretend you have a girlfriend, you loser.
-LOL.
Honestly, I was nearly bare-faced yesterday too…
『‘Strict Confucian Boy’ sent 10 Balloons.』
『“Host, everything is great, but please tell us when you’re coming back before going to sleep. It’s hard waiting.”』
“Ah, yes… I’m sorry. I was really tired yesterday.”
『‘[Out]Outlaw Fan 1’ sent 10 Balloons.』
『“Who are you to say anything to the host?”』
-Seriously, haha.
-So rude?????
-Get that guy.
-Sweet losers, damn it, haha.
-So cringe.
Ah…
I’m feeling dizzy.
“…So, I’ll quickly wash my face and be right back.”
I thought I needed to get out of this spot, but in reality, I looked too shabby, so I thought I had to wash up first.
-????
-Not just bare-faced, did you just turn it on?
-Don’t fall for the concept. I’m definitely watching a full makeup girl.
-Don’t say what you’ve seen, loser.
-LOL.
I turned off the cam and mic, proceeded to shower like always, then went to the living room to grab cereal and milk before sitting back down at the computer.
What I did was pretty normal for me, but apparently, it wasn’t for the viewers at all.
-?????
-Drenched hair, wow…
-I’m dying for you! I’m dying for you! I’m dying for you! I’m dying for you! I’m dying for you! I’m dying for you!
“…”
I ignored the chat.
Once seated in front of the computer, I habitually logged onto my record searching site with a spoon in my mouth.
[P…….]
Maybe I was still drowsy.
I almost searched for Prisoner out of habit but quickly came to my senses and searched correctly.
I’m not sure if it’s because the O and P keys are next to each other on the keyboard, but the viewers didn’t seem to care too much either.
If they’d persistently hounded me about it, something would have shown on my face due to my personality… so, that was a relief.
‘Gotta be careful.’
If these trivial habits outed me one by one, it would not bode well for me.
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[Outlaw]
Ranked 394th
Solo Rank
– Grandmaster
– 643 LP / 64 wins 0 losses
– 100% win rate
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The current challenger cutoff is around 750 to 800 points.
So, if I just hang in there a bit longer, I might hit Challenger.
-Seriously, even looking again, it’s astonishing. I haven’t lost a single normal game, haha.
-I’m holding my breath until I see this girl lose.
-But isn’t this purely solo rank? It’s ridiculously insane.
-Am I the only one thinking of ‘that guy’?
-Uh-huh.
-But the host said he was going pro, right? When that happens…
-Yeah, haha. This girl wouldn’t stand a chance against SY.
-That’s true too.
-There’s a clear difference between pro and amateur, haha.
When ‘that guy’ was mentioned in the chat, I involuntarily flinched my shoulders, but no viewer took particular notice.
Just a thief feeling guilty, I suppose.
‘So… are they still around?’
I quickly launched the Legends of League client.
Coincidentally, the time was roughly the same as when Timid Person 190 logged on yesterday.
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[Timid Person 190]
Online.
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‘Found him!’
A sense of triumph welled up within me.
But even with Timid Person 190 right in front of me, for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.
‘What should I do? Should I try talking again?’
But what if he turns me down?
If he turns me down… is that it?
I’ve hardly experienced being turned down in my life.
Of course, I’ve always felt like the world was rejecting me, but that’s a different matter…
Anyway, it brought me a fear of the unknown.
‘Gotta be cautious.’
If Timid Person 190 found this bothersome and maybe even deleted me, it would all be over.
Of course, there’s a chance I could find another person, but at least, in my view… they probably had a high likelihood of being active pros already.
I found myself hesitating.
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[Timid Person 190]
Searching for a game…
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Timid Person 190’s status changed.
Is this what they mean when instinct moves your body?
The moment I saw that,
[Searching for a game…]
Without realizing, I matched with him,
[Game found!]
[Accept / Decline]
And just like that, the match was made.