I Have a Reason to Hate Streamers

Time seemed to flow as if it had wings.

After leaving a greeting with the recording, I hadn’t posted anything more in the community.

There was no need to, as I felt content…

But also, my image among people had become somewhat strange.

[Search Results: Gawol]

[Title + Content]

– Gawol’s voice is lewd from the start.

– Breathing like that is definitely a tail wagging, right?

– I couldn’t hold back and spent a time out.

……

How did it end up like this?

It’s so rude to me.

To say someone’s voice is lewd…

It’s not even a voice I chose, and I’ll have to live with it for the rest of my life.

…… Am I really that lewd?

If everyone says the same thing, I should at least suspect if I’m wrong.

“Hmm, uh-huh. Ahh. Aeiou.”

Still can’t figure it out.

I’ve been speaking with this voice for quite a long time.

There’s no way I would suddenly feel something like that.

Anyway, the reason I haven’t posted more is that the Siege War date has arrived.

And I was close to finding out the result of my connection restriction penalty.

I nervously inquired about it, and it seemed the conclusion would come within two days after the Siege was over.

Only Elderin knows this fact so far.

With the contract period with Sulbbang ended, I didn’t bother to mention it.

There’s no need to cause unnecessary worries before an important war.

If I really need help, I can just talk about it then.

For now, I thought it best to clear my mind, so I started a cold shower.

In the past, I yearned for the warmth of the water, but I no longer feel the need for that.

Even if they were people I’ve never seen before, interest is interest.

The thought of being alone faded, allowing for a lighter heart.

[Alarm ringing soon: Siege War Preparation – 08:00 PM]

[Current Time – 07:32 PM]

Cool water washes away various emotions.

The excitement that had been stirring my heart these past few days and the anxious feelings that came without form.

Even the faint excitement just before a battle settled, clearing my head.

I’m not sure if I’ll remain as Gawol in the future.

But if this is Gawol’s last…

I really don’t want to end it with a loss after gaining the light for the first time.

I dried off my body, which I now washed more thoroughly than before, with a towel.

The lightly rising scent of the body wash.

Dressed in my pajamas, I took a deep breath as I logged into the connection device.

[Loading Infinity Black.]

*

[First Regular Siege War of Jepirion]

[Region: Ancient Kingdom Region]

[Defense: Gamppang and 9 other guilds]

[Attack: Cross and 12 other guilds]

[Guild member “Yoru” has activated “Operator”…]

People moved in perfect harmony around the high castle walls.

Archers and mages filled the sentry towers, and behind the walls gathered knights holding shields.

Infinity Black features a fantasy world filled with dazzling skills.

However, the basic structure of the battlefield is not much different from that of the medieval period.

It’s fundamentally about formation battles.

Arrows carried by the wind soared fiercely.

The moment the arrowhead flying to the sky reflected sunlight.

Sparkle

– With blue light, rain made of wind fell.

Warriors sought shelter behind shields.

Or pressed against the castle wall, searching for blind spots.

– Don’t panic at the front line. You must hold the guard until your HP is at 20%.

– Supporters, please follow San-sae’s orders and match cooldowns.

– Is the enemy cannon firing? Are we responding?

– I left it to Gawol. You don’t need to worry about that.

– Yes. Understood.

They seem to expect a lot from me.

I can’t disappoint them.

As an assassin like me, it’s tough to achieve great things in a battlefield like this.

Leaving the performance at the gates and main battleground to others is the wise choice.

Instead, what I should aim for is the artillery units of the attacking forces.

In the system, cannons cannot deal significant damage to players.

Instead, they cause considerable additional damage to the attached buildings.

If left alone, our squad’s recovery, supply system, and communication would fall apart.

“Have you found the cannon’s location?”

– Yes. It’s at the 7 o’clock direction from your current position.

“I’ll be there shortly.”

The road to slip out beyond the castle walls amidst the chaos.

As if waiting, guests started to follow.

They’re using stealth to chase me, but their footwork is clumsy.

The sound is well muffled, so they’re probably not total newbies.

There are two? No, just now another one appeared, making three.

That’s a daunting number to handle alongside the artillery crew.

I have no choice but to take care of this here.

[You receive the effect of “Whisper of the Black Moon.”]

[All attack power and movement speed, and counterattack judgments receive beneficial effects.]

[Some skills are enhanced…]

The fact that they sought me out directly means these guys are my dedicated squad.

They probably brought only the best from the alliance.

There’s no need or time to measure the rest.

The nearby branches rustled slightly.

I quickly turned my body and initiated close combat.

“Welcome.”

“……!”

As my knee collided with the enemy’s chin, their stealth was broken.

So they really are assassins.

So cheeky to talk back to a senior.

The opponent isn’t a fool either. Once one is caught, the whole plan is thrown off.

The other two immediately threw their weapons at me.

I had to step back a bit, but I confirmed the positions of all the enemies.

I deflected the shuriken and knife in order, then kicked the assassin’s head again.

The composition seems to be an assassin, a shinobi, and a tracker?

I recognize the tracker’s face quite well.

Not sure if it’s a new costume or what, but the other two are faces I’ve never seen before.

“Having a fan is rather troublesome.”

“Who’s your fan?”

“Forget about it. It’s been a while, so I got my hopes up with the recent increase in numbers.”

I could pretty much guess it.

These guys followed me the moment I came out.

It would be impossible without a decent tracker.

As with any game, you tend to meet people you’ve met before at high levels.

That doesn’t mean we built any special memories.

It’s not the industry for friendly smiles between partners.

The tracker charged at me with fierce momentum, swinging his sword.

Fast and concise. But simple.

Relying only on physical stats when swinging a sword leads to this kind of sword path.

I parried with a dagger from the side.

Striking the blade’s edge and aiming for the neck with a kick.

Unfortunately, I only grazed the collarbone.

“Geh!”

“Looks like nothing has changed, huh?”

“You’ve changed way too much. I barely recognized you.”

“Well, that’s true.”

Especially that guy, I heard he was a pro trainee or something?

It was a common occurrence in these siege battles.

Not everyone who is skilled can become a pro-gamer.

Especially now, the gap between pros and ordinary players has widened.

Defeated players always emerge alongside victors.

Some must sit down because they couldn’t become pros.

Those who fell like that are no different from me.

It’s not easy for those who once aimed for the pros to start something else now.

In the end, they find themselves lurking in the siege battles again.

That’s why many pros despise these siege battles.

They see it as a lair for losers.

It carries quite a bit of infamy and is often viewed as a kind of taboo.

“How many friends are you calling today? You’re not thinking of trying to kill me with just three, right?”

“Would I tell you?”

“Definitely wouldn’t. Just asked for fun.”

“Maybe it would have been better to change that a bit.”

Anyway, they’re on a different level than ordinary players who just meet stats.

Adding reinforcements would be a given.

There wasn’t much time to waste here.

At the very least, I needed to take out the assassin immediately.

Before he regains his stance.

I shook off the tracker and launched myself again.

As I aimed for the throat with my dagger, his body vanished instantly.

He probably slipped into the shadows, but there was one thing he overlooked.

I was the one who deflected the weapon he threw.

Of course, I had prepared for it as well.

“…… How?”

“Good.”

The reason that battles between the same class turn into pure skill fights.

Since they use the same skills, the pattern doesn’t easily change.

Slipping into the shadows with the opponent.

As I emerged once more, the same situation repeated itself.

The difference now is that the opponent has no survival skills left.

The dagger pierced the neck, and crimson blood dripped down.

Mounting while gripping one arm.

Even if I presented my back to the thrown weapons, I ensured a definite kill.

[Gawol has defeated ‘Chain Scythe User.’]

Now, only two are left.

Let’s finish this in two minutes.

*

– I’m sorry. A few assassins entered the inner citadel.

– I couldn’t help much with the support… you’ve already handled it.

– Anyway, I’m here to support you again, Gawol! Please take care of me.

“Don’t worry too much. If things go according to plan, it wouldn’t be too bitter for this field.”

– Thank you.

– Just keep going straight in the direction you’re heading, and you’ll find the cannon.

– There are two enemy units. Just the usual artillery crew setup.

– … But somehow, that fighter looks familiar. Haven’t we met a few times?

“Ah.”

I immediately guessed one.

There was someone who had asked me a lot to fight after so long, but I didn’t oblige.

And lo and behold, standing in front of the cannon was an unwelcome face.

Hundoshimania.

The fighter, dressed in a perverted outfit, charged at me without wasting any words.

[You have entered the influence range of the special area “Nightmare Gathering.”]

[Debuff effects received from all spirit summons increase by 30%.]

[Caster: Imaemangryang.]

With terrible reinforcements at my back.

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