Episode 15
Seojun, eyes closed, stepped forward and dominated the space as he slowly drew his sword downward.
Among those watching, no one could discern what technique was embedded in that single step.
Screech.
The tip of Seojun’s sword touched the shield. Then it began scraping the surface.
It wasn’t exactly slow—it seemed fast enough for the AI to react. Yet, for some reason, the AI failed to respond properly.
Screech-screech.
The sword traced a line across the shield’s surface before suddenly accelerating—
Whoosh!
Seojun retrieved his now-useless sword and opened his eyes.
And then—
Crash!
The shield shattered into flying fragments.
All of this happened in just two seconds.
“Whoa! Insane!” Alpaca screamed.
-??????
-That actually worked?
-In one go?
-What did I just witness? OMG
“He found it! Eyes closed too! What is he? An alien?!” Alpaca clapped reflexively, his mouth stretched so wide it couldn’t open further.
-FR lol
-Wait, what’s he seeing?
-This guy’s a genius!
-Now he looks like a true master lol
-Cap. Didn’t we check this yesterday?
“It’s not cap! Absolutely not. Until now, I thought Seojun was bluffing. But nope. Wow. What’s he seeing? I’ve got no clue.”
-LMAO the safe-betters are fuming
-Why’d you bet on safe?! Why’d you bet on safe?! Why’d you bet on safe?!
-Y’all awake?! Y’all awake?! Y’all awake?!
By the time Seojun destroyed the shield, it was confirmed: 55% of bets lost all their points.
The chat descended into chaos.
-Give back my life savings! x3
-This is fraud! x4
-Mod! That’s my college tuition! Have mercy...
-Our memories together are getting deleted!!!!!!!!!
From unhinged viewers to—
-Safe-betters got owned lololol
-Safe-bet = cowards
-Should’ve trusted the dark horse!
—a chaotic mix of viewers mocking the safe-betters. A common sight, part of the fun with channel-point predictions.
Soon, Seojun approached Alpaca, who noticed the groggy guards behind him and understood: Seojun had temporarily neutralized them to communicate here.
But the moment he arrived, Seojun unleashed a mass taunt:
“Ahem. See, folks? Why’d you bet on safe? Wow, someone bet 250k points—username ‘KingSafeAssets.’ Not living up to your username, huh?” (Note: The prediction system displays the top better’s nickname and amount. 250k was the max bet.)
-LOLOLOLOL
-Bro lost 250k in one go ☠️
-How’s this guy named ‘SafeAssets’ when he’s bankrupt lol
“And weird—why so many likes? This isn’t just risky for safe-betters.” Seojun recited the betting stats: “Let’s see. Only 1% bet I’d find 4+. Are all of you chatting now that 1%?” Translation: You feeling safe too?
-Gasp!
-True?
-LMAO after that one-shot success, he clearly knows something! 99% are screwed ☠️
-At least we all failed together.
Seojun’s words revived the raging safe-betters. Even their mockers joined the festive mood—They failed too? Even better!
“Told you to trust me.”
-You said it too late T_T
[‘HopeCircuit’ donated ₩10,000! A kingly sum!]
[Could be a fluke tho? He might only find 1 more.]
-Nah, I’m already doomed.
-You think that was a fluke? Lol
-Dude did it eyes closed—imagine him eyes open. FR.
Seojun chuckled at the donation and returned to the guards, sword in hand. “Haha. Could be luck. Sure.”
Alpaca watched it all unfold, impressed. Seojun had mocked viewers without earning their ire—and kept things moving smoothly.
“Damn.”
It seemed he had talent not just for gaming but also for streaming.
Honestly, Alpaca thought he should be leading this joint broadcast.
But that wasn’t the case.
[30,000 Viewers]
A lot of people were watching.
This was Seo-joon’s chance to prove himself.
"You bastard! Not only did you invade the manor, but you even broke my shield—a soldier of House Neville!"
The dazed soldier stood up and pointed his sword at Seo-joon.
Another fallen soldier rose and stood beside him.
They seemed ready for a coordinated strike—a behavior Seo-joon recognized from the tutorial.
'Come to think of it, they didn’t combo-attack when I took down Drake.'
Probably the difference between chaotic gang members and elite soldiers.
The more Seo-joon played, the more he fell for the game’s charm.
'The details are insane.'
The devs had clearly put thought into systems like parrying and weak points, making it enjoyable even for skilled fighters like him.
The absurd assassination methods he’d seen on forums? Proof of limitless freedom.
The shieldless soldier repositioned behind his shielded ally.
'I could easily parry this...'
But viewers wanted spectacle—destroying both shield and sword in one go.
Earlier, he’d gotten lucky.
He hadn’t narrowed down the shield’s weak point to one spot, so he’d guessed among three lines—and hit the jackpot.
Same with the sword.
In his mind, four curved lines marked the guard’s longsword blade.
Tracing just one would break it.
His intuition screamed this.
Intuition was just another sense—the subconscious processing data silently.
Experience honed its accuracy.
People often entered flow states: studying, gaming, or playing instruments with such focus they surpassed their limits.
This was the subconscious taking over—not a flaw, but a tool.
Especially in chaotic combat.
'Only two soldiers now, but...'
Seo-joon focused on his blade’s tip—and moved.
"Block and atta—!"
As the shielded soldier closed in, Seo-joon exploited a split-second opening to trace the weak point he’d memorized.
A clean strike.
CRACK!
The wooden shield split apart, splinters hanging midair.
Easy so far.
The disarmed soldier panicked; his comrade lunged at Seo-joon’s exposed side.
'No.'
Seo-joon aimed to trace all four curves at once.
The descending blade came at a tricky angle—no clean finish possible.
So he deflected it.
No parry prompt—intentional.
The recoil sent his own sword rebounding as the shieldless soldier thrust at his waist from the right.
'Now.'
Seo-joon hyper-focused, raising his blade to meet the enemy’s straight thrust edge-to-edge.
"Hup."
He pressed his edge flush against theirs, connecting the curves like constellations.
No relying on luck this time—this was a trick only he could pull off.
First line: Missed.
Second: Same.
Third: Unlucky.
The soldier’s blade tip nearly grazed him.
But Seo-joon had calculated this far—he kept moving calmly.
At the last possible moment before impact:
SHING!
The soldier’s sword shattered along its fault line.
Clatter.
Shards fell like glass onto the grass.
'Last one... Luck wasn’t great.'
Whoosh.
Seo-joon exhaled deeply. Even for him, such precise inefficiency demanded extreme focus.
Chat exploded:
● HOLY CRAP!
● ????
● FOR REAL???
● Bruh how did he even DO that???
● Another one-shot kill!
● That was like a movie scene lololol.
-This one looks really tough, doesn't it?
-Damn, that was cool oppa! I'm totally smitten! (flustered)
Seojun parried the second soldier's descending sword as effortlessly as swatting a mid-air fly, then swiftly eliminated both soldiers.
-His control skills are next-level insane lol
-Alpaca's current face = my face
-Nope, OUR face
"Wow! Seojun! I'm head over heels too!"
Alpaca rushed toward Seojun, who was steadying his breathing.
"Seriously, how do you even process and react to that?"
Alpaca buzzed with excitement after witnessing such a spectacle—the insane difficulty paired with cinematic execution.
'This is what it takes to beat Shin Hayeon!'
Alpaca nearly spilled the secret thought verbatim.
"That's a trade secret~"
Seojun smirked slyly.
-But seriously, how tho? lol
-Okay, maybe aliens can read attack patterns, but how'd you grind those skills?
-LMAOOOO
He snorted while reading chat.
Since when does being an alien explain any of this?
-P.S. Only been gaming for 3 days
-What do you even DO in real life?
-Deadass wanna know his actual job lol
"My real life? Uh... just a regular guy in his twenties..."
"Nope! Far from regular!"
Alpaca interjected sharply.
"Huh? Why?"
"Claiming you're average with that face? That's fraud."
-?
-Seojun's handsome?
-Probably just streamer lip service lol
-Deadass tho lmao
-Can't exactly call your coworker ugly
"Everyone, his current avatar? That's his real face."
-????
-??
-Bruh LMAO
-Skilled AND hot? Devs need to nerf this OP shit;;;
-Balance patch when?
-Earth mods asleep at the wheel...
-Still, they probably tweaked it a bit...
"No edits. I've seen him IRL."
-Nah, not buying it
-Coping with the edit theory
-Total cap
"We're doing a studio after-party later—why would I lie? See for yourself."
-Oh?
-Aight, might be legit LMAO
-After-party's gonna be wild
Seojun marveled at how naturally they dangled reasons to keep viewers hooked till the end.
[Donation: $10 from 'ThatGuy']
["Small"?! I saw that!]
"Tch."
As Alpaca's hand hovered over chat, another notification blared:
[Donation: $100 from 'ThatGuy']
[Pfft. Sure.]
Alpaca glanced at Seojun, who shrugged permission to let it go. With a nod, Alpaca relented:
"Just this once."
-Mods literally grabbing ban hammers RN LMAOOOO
-Almost got insta-banned
-That quick bailout tho
-You should go pro too LOL
