I Have Returned, but I Cannot Lay down My Gun
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"Good work, everyone!"

"You all did great!"

With applause, the second day was coming to an end.

The cheers that had filled the room were gradually dying down, and the participants—over a hundred of them—began to disappear one by one, leaving behind faint glowing fragments of light. To be precise, they logged out of the session.

It was now less than a week until the qualifying ranks opened. The scrims were becoming increasingly intense, and only the top 100 out of the thousands participating would earn a ticket to the Korea Selection Match.

Given the large number of people, their destinations converged in a few directions, though they were not identical. Those who weren’t selected or were uninterested quickly left the room, while those picked up by the professional gamers—about fifteen on average per session—headed to newly created private sessions.

And among them, today’s session—hosted by SSM.

Yujin, who had received numerous questions from the professional gamers in that room, as always, used Dice, an SSM pro gamer she had recently met by chance, as a shield to execute a flawless defensive maneuver.

In short, as usual—she managed to escape, leaving behind a flood of curiosity from others about how the two had become so close and when they had even met.

And so, once again, back in Dice’s private booth.

The two had grown quite comfortable talking with each other by now.

"…I’m not doing this tomorrow, no way. My head was pounding all day during today’s scrim. Yujin, how on earth do you have so much stamina?"

"You need to push yourself harder. Try to find time for some cardio."

"It’s easy to say…."

Thud.

Her golden hair splayed out across the desk as she slumped down, face first.

The scrim that followed the three-hour long hardest difficulty mission was a grueling marathon. Dice had expected it to be just a regular practice session, but things didn’t go the way she had hoped.

Of course, saying things didn’t go as planned is an understatement—the entire session was a desperate struggle for survival.

No one but Dice knew this, but that player, Yujin, had carried the entire hardest difficulty mission, and then, in the SSM scrim that followed, she didn’t miss first place in nearly 17 out of 25 matches, just like she had done at Xi the previous day.

Is she even human?

That question was on the tip of Dice’s tongue, but she held it back—partly because of what they had been through together, and partly because it would be impolite.

Moreover, considering the possibility, Yujin might actually be one of those "Awakened" individuals often rumored about. Given her seemingly endless stamina and superhuman strength, that explanation seemed more plausible.

But that wasn’t important right now.

This was a kind of… personal debriefing time.

"So, do you think that training method worked?"

"Well… I think it helped somewhat today. It’s not that my reaction speed improved, but it was a brutal fight…."

"Survivors are the strong ones."

"You know, I think I heard something like that in my head during the match."

"Oh dear, you should see a doctor."

Whose fault do you think that is… Dice couldn’t bring herself to say it. She was the type to shrink into a corner and sulk like a scolded pet rather than complain outright.

But aside from that, Yujin was an absolute enigma. What had she done to gain such skills? What kind of training did she go through to deliver these consistent results without any fluctuations?

The fact that she revealed none of this was what made it so frustrating.

And of course, there was one more headache-inducing issue with her.

"Ah, about that short-term contract proposal you mentioned last time. I think I can give a positive response. If possible, could you pass the message to the AP division? I don’t have any other way to contact them."

"…Yujin, you’re truly unpredictable in every way."

"Just think of it as a personal interest."

It was hard to say, but she was utterly unpredictable.

Maybe she was right—if not driven by personal interest, her actions were inexplicable. From Dice’s perspective, it was a good outcome, but whether Yujin would feel the same way was uncertain.

Several screens floated into view.

What was displayed was a part of the day’s gameplay video that wouldn’t be released to the public until later—this was a privilege close to being a perk of being a professional gamer.

On the screen, Yujin and Dice’s gameplay was shown. One side was relatively composed, while the other struggled more than usual today, but still, their skills were undeniable.

Even when Yujin self-destructed, becoming a storm that annihilated everyone nearby and eliminated herself from the session, she still consistently ranked at the top.

In the end, her reputation as a professional gamer was well-deserved.

It’s just that Yujin, who had appeared out of nowhere, was exceptionally abnormal.

"…Well, anyway, that’s good news. Today’s scrim proved that you’re not just a one-day wonder, so everyone will be eager to work with you now. Our side will be thrilled."

"That’s a relief."

After a brief silence, Yujin added,

"I read through the contract, and there didn’t seem to be any major issues… I won’t always have a lot of free time, but I’ll do what I can. I can’t say I’m confident in teaching others, though."

"You say that, but I bet you’ll do just fine."

"Haha…."

All that followed was an awkward laugh.

[General Chat] Yujin is streaming now!!!

<Excited GIF>

Let’s goooo!!!

[All Comments][In Order of Posting]

"…Ah, hello, everyone. Long time no see. If it were possible, I would’ve streamed the scrim, but unfortunately, I’m only able to come back now. How has everyone been?"

<LemonJuiceInMyEyes donated 10,000 won.>

-How do you think we’ve been? It’s been three days without a stream, and we’ve been waiting like crazy for you. Please, stream, play Dark Zone, and talk to us!!

-Teacher, we are not associated with this crazy person.

-Lol, she’s gonna run away as soon as she sees the donations coming in.

-Fact: We’re all going through withdrawal.

-The chat is like 20% people and 80% crazed dogs. LOL

-Oh, come on, stop whining. We’re here to have fun~~~

….

Uh….

The chat is an absolute mess. It’s not like my streams have been anything special so far, and I haven’t even interacted with viewers much… so why are nearly 7,000 people going wild?

I did say three days ago that I’d be taking a break to prepare for the scrim and do other things, but I didn’t expect this kind of chaos.

Honestly, I was a little, just a little, taken aback.

The reason I turned on the stream today wasn’t to do anything special, but rather to announce that I’d be setting up a personal community on Tricky for more effective updates.

But the moment I started the stream, the chat exploded with questions about the scrim. After taking some time to go through the messages, most of them were about how I managed to win 15 matches in a scrim with pro players.

To be blunt, this was it:

"I knew you were good, but I didn’t know you were this good."

That’s what most of the comments and donations were saying.

Since things had already escalated to this point, I figured it wouldn’t be wise to downplay it—of course, that didn’t mean I was going to start bragging either.

I decided to just keep it simple and say what I could.

"Looks like there are a lot of questions about the scrim… To be honest, it just happened that way. I didn’t expect to win 15 matches either. But I did die about eight times. There were a lot of really skilled players."

The exaggeration… is way too much.

I don’t know when it started, but to them, I was no longer just another player—I was now being treated like some kind of walking tank.

As I was trying to figure out how to best describe the skills of the other players who participated in the scrim, everyone just seemed to accept the fact that I got killed a few times.

Of course, it wasn’t exactly something I could argue against.

So I decided to let it slide, even if it left me feeling a bit awkward.

"…Anyway, that’s how it went. And I’ve received a lot of offers after this scrim, but I’ve declined them since I don’t have any plans to go pro. I can still participate in tournaments as long as I meet the requirements. So I guess I’ll show up as an independent…."

<LilacOffice donated 1,000 won.>

"Yes. But as I said, I turned them down."

And naturally, this led to a huge uproar.

But what could I do? After all, this was a personal choice.

To prevent the conversation from getting stuck on this topic, I quickly changed the subject.

"But since I’ve started streaming, I’d like to take a break from Dark Zone for today and have a lighter chat. Also, I have some news for you all."

"It’s nothing major… But I’m planning to set up a personal board on Tricky where I can post updates when I’m not streaming. There will also be a Q&A section, so if you have any questions about me, feel free to use it."

But then…

<ForsythiaNewYorkBurgerChip donated 4,000 won.>

"…Is there a problem?"

I didn’t even say you could expect anything big.

Anyway, the chat was going crazy by itself—predicting the behavior of viewers and actually steering it are two different things, and frankly, it was chaos.

The chat was already flooded with people metaphorically lying down in surrender.

I kind of get it. I can’t say much because of personal reasons, but from their perspective, it probably feels like they’re constantly being… well, let’s say "teased."

But that’s that, and this is this.

I don’t forgive those who disregard the streamer’s perspective.

I decided to try out a technique Harmony had taught me.

"…Since there are so many heartfelt comments today, let’s cool things down a bit with a relaxing game. Once things calm down, we can talk more."

Slide.

And the screen that appeared before me───

<MadForYujin donated 1,000 won.>

"It’s just my way of helping you let go of your obsession and find some peace of mind."

Jump Master.

Sometimes, one topic needs to be quelled with an even bigger one.

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