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"[General Chat] Harmony has finally lost it LOL"
A meme of Harmony giving a speech to eleven people.
She made them raise their hands naturally, then took a photo, plastering it as "those who are serious about this" LOL.
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"Honestly, she made it look so natural that I was wondering what was happening. Insane…"
"She's getting more devious with each step LOL"
"Fact: She then pushed the trainer role onto her teammates."
"This looks sloppy, but it somehow seems like it'll work LOL"
"Mad people are usually freakishly talented. Why is this actually happening?"
"As haters increase, Harmony bulldozes all obstacles in her path."
"At least she doesn’t have to worry about surpassing her teacher."
[General Chat] Summary of today's… Harmony's stream… jpg
An image of Harmony, with a red hat on squad members' heads, spinning them around at the shooting range.
Do whatever you want, seriously LOL.
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"??? : Get to Grandmaster if you’re mad LOL"
"She’s becoming one with the shooting range LOL"
"The shooting range drills work, but this… LOL"
"Even the trainers are starting to enjoy it as they go."
"At this point, wouldn’t it be better to focus on team play rather than shooting drills?"
"Yujin’s influence extends everywhere."
"‘Get to Grandmaster if you’re mad’ is a legendary line."
"I had something to say, but I forgot it as soon as I saw the instructor hats."
"Looks insane, but it somehow produces results."
"Is she trying to show the perils of outcome-focused thinking?"
"You're doing well enough, so what's with the fuss?"
Sip.
Harmony leaned back and glanced at the various pop-ups on her screen. Video clips, text, and images—every form of media imaginable covered the recent happenings.
Her concern wasn’t so much about how Harmony was doing, though she was relieved Harmony wasn't taking any reckless risks. Whether the shooting range or team play, there were insights to be gained either way.
After all, nothing else pressing demanded her attention.
"Is it so surprising that Harmony’s skill improved so much?"
From her perspective, it was inevitable. Unlike exceptions like herself, Harmony’s path to becoming a redefined operator didn’t involve the fundamental hurdles of physical stamina due to VR's nature. The biggest obstacle was gone.
Now, it was just a matter of building muscle memory. If she were training Special Forces recruits, they'd achieve notable results in three weeks under VR conditions. Mastery in navigation, shooting, and situational awareness—those were the essentials.
The Dark Zone had flattened gender disparities under the guise of adjustments, opening up a world not limited by gender. Dice was proof of that.
Personal musings aside, she swiped away the windows, then checked her task list. Passport renewal… she could apply for an American passport as well. Her citizenship was established, thanks to MAVNI, which granted her U.S. citizenship in exchange for military service.
Harmony’s chat message caught her eye:
-[Harmony: I’m coming to the U.S. in December with you, teacher. Please don’t leave me behind. T-T]
The brat.
This December, Harmony would join her on the trip. Icarus had cleared it, and the final championship booking was straightforward. The odds of landing a ticket were one in three thousand, but as a team entourage, they’d secured spots easily.
The more concerning issue lay elsewhere:
-[…Senator Henry M. Brayton plans to attend the AP Final Championship to meet the athletes, with Eugene representing Korea….]
"That old man…"
He wouldn’t have attended if not for her. Now he feigned interest, as expected for a seasoned politician. Whether this would be an ordinary meeting or not was unclear.
As she pondered, a message from Anchorite buzzed in:
-[A: The public announcement has begun. They used a method even I didn't expect.] -[A: https://www.yourspace.com/watchv=GmlQVS3dAM&list=RDH] -[A: LOL]
"What's so funny?"
She opened the link, watching the video load. The thumbnail had just over 100,000 views, a fresh upload from an hour ago titled Dark Zone Final Championship: North American Participant Interview.
Then, on screen—
"Logan?"
Before she could process why Logan was there, the image burned into her retinas: alabaster skin, clear blue eyes, and those unmistakable polar bear ears. The familiar voice completed the scene.
They looked straight into the camera, almost as if exchanging glances.
"I haven’t reviewed all the final championship participants yet, but I do know some."
"That’s intriguing. It sounds like you know someone specific."
"Yes, I’m quite familiar with Korea’s Eugene. We crossed paths a lot in military service."
The interviewer’s eyes widened at the revelation, but Logan continued, unfazed.
"Wow, I never expected that. Could you elaborate?"
"I can’t disclose much, but suffice to say, a lot of people, including me, are acquainted with them. I hope you can infer why that’s all I can say."
"Ah, I see. Let’s move on to the next question—"
It was Logan leading this bombshell.
On the surface, it seemed trivial, but it would cause massive ripples. Only an hour in, it had amassed 100,000 views. Having become familiar with YourSpace, she could predict the storm ahead.
This must be the “specific public announcement method” hinted at before. She never expected such a direct approach.
Then again, it was hard to imagine a more effective method. While subtly implying her background, the video’s reach was undeniable.
Though she had another thought.
-[Eugene: Is Logan competing in AP too?] -[A: Not that I know of] -[Eugene: ?] -[A: ?]
Wasn’t he supposed to be intelligence? What did he even know?
She chuckled, shaking her head, and continued, "Have you developed a new hobby of going out just to get smacked?"
"Oh, please, would it kill you to speak nicely?"
"Whether I’m kind or not won’t change the outcome. You might as well practice coffin fittings—ugh."
"Oh, shut up. I was just doing a favor."
thump
The Delta Force veteran Owens flinched as he took a punch to the side from Yujin. Despite his 19 years of service, even he struggled against Yujin’s inhumanly strong strikes.
Perfect CQC defense wasn’t enough to stop the numbing sensation, so he shook it off, both heading to a park with food trucks nearby.
Weekday lunchtime filled the park with office workers grabbing a quick bite.
"What will it be? Panini? Hot dog? Hamburger or lobster roll… or fried mac and cheese bites? My arteries are screaming."
"That’s the idea. Let’s grab one of each and swap."
"I see 80% of the food bill on my end."
"Ha."
They wandered for 30 minutes, sampling every truck, before returning with a variety of foods. Owens popped open a soda, while Logan devoured a taco and wiped her mouth.
"A few days ago, DARPA was a mess. Royden told me. I can guess who was responsible."
"Looks like things are moving."
"Exactly."
She took another bite and continued, "I was asked by some former superiors. Christopher is still at Gold Squadron in Virginia, so he can’t move much… he might come in December. I’m here to speak on his behalf."
"Thanks. He ended up where he suited best. I wonder if he’s still instructing underwater ops."
"If I went by looks, I'd be JTF-2."
"The unit that fires maple syrup instead of bullets?"
"Ugh."
Brief silence.
"So, if you’ve anything to say to Yujin, now’s the time. Will you join the year-end deployment rotation?"
"Unclear, but wasn’t the championship at Madison Square Garden?"
"Yes."
As he chewed his burger, he added, "Guess I’ll spend New Year’s at Times Square."
"Huh…"
Realizing his intention, she flashed a huge smile.
"If that’s the case, I’ll book a ticket in my name. Just let me know later. Got it?"
"..."
"I’ll take that as a yes."
She resumed eating with a cheerful expression.
It was six hours before Eugene would shiver in realization from her interview’s ripple effect.