Fenrir Translations
"…Right after the livestream ended, we each received a 500,000 won department store gift card. At first, I just thought, 'Oh, that’s a bit enviable,' but then suddenly, Eugene invited me, Dice, and Michael into a group chat. Turned out they were treating us to dinner. So yeah, I’ll be heading out soon."
It was the second Monday of the month, 4:30 PM.
The stream had already surpassed 45,000 viewers. Gambit, one of the participants in the recent event match, glanced over the streamer lineup—none of them had started broadcasting.
This was to be expected. The team’s official streams were on hold, and even the individual streamers who doubled as national representatives hadn’t gone live since Saturday.
It wasn’t just a break day; everyone was tight-lipped due to the embargo on Eugene’s identity. The management likely summoned streamers to enforce their silence. Gambit’s team, Clear Sky, was no exception.
In fact, Gambit’s stream was effectively him “taking one for the team.”
'It’s still absurd when I think about it...'
His broadcast had been a virtual reality livestream, running for about four and a half hours in VR time, but only from 1:00 PM to 2:30 PM in real time. He thought he could relax for the evening after the show, but then came a message.
To summarize: the fan communities were buzzing with rumors, and the management asked if Gambit could go live to “calm things down.” After all, he had just appeared on Starry Night Stories with Eugene. They figured all he had to do was share a few anecdotes.
So, having built a bit of rapport with Eugene through the joint appearance, Gambit asked if it would be okay to discuss some light topics. Eugene gave the green light, provided he didn’t reveal anything too important.
Gambit started the stream, thinking he could just chat a bit before heading to the dinner.
Then he realized:
-[ClearSkyGambit // ON AIR // Current viewers: 47,559]
This wasn’t just a casual storytime stream—it was a firing squad.
"…Hey, everyone, it’s not like I’m purposely withholding anything. Besides, some of what you guys have guessed is pretty close, so don’t make me spell it out. I have my career to think about."
There was a reason Dice and the others were being so secretive.
If anything slipped about Eugene, the consequences would be even worse than when people had spilled on Dice. It was safer to just speak in vague terms, and it seemed the viewers understood that, at least partially.
Still, seeing the viewer count shoot up like this was terrifying. Normally, Gambit streamed maybe once or twice a week to an audience of around 500. Now, with nearly 100 times that many watching, no wonder the other streamers were hesitant to go live.
This was why Gambit had referred to himself as the "bullet catcher."
"Anyway, just so you know, Eugene’s a really fun person in private too. I’d love to tell you guys more, but now I understand why the others haven’t gone live. It’s frustrating, I know."
The viewership soon crossed 50,000, yet all they were getting was, “I can’t reveal Eugene’s identity.”
Of course, this in itself was a critical hint. It implied that Eugene’s identity was too significant to disclose. Combined with a previous Q&A where it was subtly hinted that Eugene was an “awakened” individual, the puzzle pieces were coming together.
But that raised another issue. If Eugene was indeed awakened, then any attempts to dig into her identity could be seen as doxxing. It all depended on how she would react, but there was no denying the sensitivity of the situation.
This strange, convoluted state of affairs was now the norm in the community.
'Hmm...'
Time was passing quickly.
Unlike his usual casual streams where he could say anything that came to mind, Gambit had to choose his words carefully, which naturally slowed things down.
And even with all that caution, he still couldn’t reveal anything important. It was a never-ending cycle. Truly, he was a human shield in this situation.
The longer this dragged on, the more it would work against him.
As the clock ticked to 5:30 PM…
"Anyway, all I can say is... be patient for three months. I’m allowed to say that much, so something should come out before the finals. That’s all I can tell you."
But unfortunately, Gambit’s escape plan was already in motion.
Clearing his throat, he added:
"Ah, I better get going before I’m late. See you all next time! I’m off to have dinner with Eugene!"
And with that, the stream cut off.
As the chat exploded with furious messages, the viewers caught a last glimpse of Gambit’s long silver-haired avatar before the screen went black. But by then, Gambit had already put on his shoes, ready to head out.
Amid the chaos, one particular chat stood out:
It was true.
After three years of pro gaming and six months of streaming, Gambit had finally experienced the sweet thrill of a sudden stream shutdown.
It was the middle of autumn.
[Tricky’s Personal Site - Eugene]
[Notice] Today’s stream will be an unboxing and a sponsored segment.
I’ve bought motion capture equipment for this stream. I’ll be able to capture my movements onto my avatar. There’s also a floating drone, so the stream quality shouldn’t be a problem.
Although this is technically a sponsored stream, I’ll be giving away most of the products to my viewers via a raffle. I’ve already kept a few things for myself. But I can’t guarantee that these products will actually be useful in daily life.
See you at 8 PM. I’ll be feeding some poor lambs their dinner then.
Click, click.
Meanwhile, Eugene was busy writing the notice.
“...Ah, ah. Hello, everyone. As some of you may have seen in the notice, today’s stream is going to be a bit special. It’s been a while.”
The stream went live.
In an instant, the viewer count jumped from four digits to five, all within a few breaths. The anticipation from the sparse rumors floating around KSM and other schedules had turned into a frenzy.
The number stabilized at around 25,000.
However, what they saw wasn’t the familiar desolate world of the Dark Zone, but rather a clean, modern home. The stylish interior had 25,000 pairs of eyes glued to the screen.
Behind the living room, the balcony was piled high with packages. And not just there—the bedroom was stacked with boxes too, from all sorts of deliveries.
As the floating drone camera hovered, Eugene’s avatar appeared on the screen, fully rendered in real-time, her snake-like tail moving fluidly.
<GreenMountainApples donated 10,000 won.>
“Of course, I didn’t order all this. Like I said, today’s stream is an unboxing. And you’ll get a little tour of my home as well.”
It was a masterclass in misdirection.
The chat showered Eugene with praise for understanding her audience so well in just two months. But in truth, as always, Eugene was just winging it.
Her hand reached for a black object.
The chat was immediately filled with shock.
With a casual motion, Eugene picked up the tomahawk and placed a box on the floor.
The motion capture equipment and drone camera perfectly captured her voice and movements as she explained:
“…By the way, this tomahawk is also sponsored. It’s from a company that specializes in survival kits. Somehow, I’ve ended up with a few axes at home, but I don’t really mind. Want to buy one too?”
<MintChocoCat donated 4,000 won.>
“Well, I’m not great at advertising, so I have no choice but to be blunt about it.”
Rustle, rustle.
Eugene dragged the box closer and continued.
“This is today’s delivery… it’s all food products. Good thing I have a second fridge for kimchi; otherwise, these would’ve gone bad. Let’s open it up.”
Smash!
Despite her light touch, the box made a tremendous noise as she split it open. The tape on the sides was quickly peeled off as she tore through the package with surgical precision.
A styrofoam cooler was snugly packed inside the cardboard box.
Unfazed, Eugene used the tomahawk to swiftly dismantle the outer box. What seemed like clumsy movements were actually deft and efficient.
The viewers gasped in awe.
“Wow, look at that! A premium beef set. Fancy stuff. I’ll grill this later at home. The link will pop up on the stream. Should I do a mukbang for you guys?”
The screen split into two.
Eugene’s main broadcast remained on the left, while the drone cam automatically detected the ad product, placing a smaller window on the right with links for purchasing.
She started neatly organizing the premium beef in her fridge, casually filling it with individually packed portions. The audience watched in stunned silence as she meticulously arranged the food.
One after another, more packages followed. Meal kits, fruits, everything was successfully stored away. Eugene checked her list of deliveries for the day.
“All right, that’s all the food put away. Now we can take our time with the rest of the unboxing.”
Eugene picked up her axe and began walking toward the next box.
And thus, the nickname “Box Slayer” was born.