The Villain is Too Good at Broadcasting

Chapter 167 To Throw or Not to Throw (2)

PADO, known as the strongest amateur mid-laner.

He looked at the hellish scene unfolding and muttered a single word.

“Truly horrifying.”

Both sides’ abusers were shaking up the game’s atmosphere.

However, he was quite relaxed since he had already secured his challenger rank.

There was just one thing that bothered him.

“The mid-laner should be ranked number one…”

That was the presence of ‘Tricker’ on his team.

Due to overlapping lanes, PADO had to play as the ADC, but even so, he hoped to win this match.

For him, the top rank in solo queue should be held by a mid-laner.

And he thought it was somewhat achievable.

The opposing abuser was feeding him kills, and he was growing strong enough to carry the game.

Of course, the allied abuser was giving kills to the enemy mid-laner, but was managing to hold on despite being behind in items.

If time passed like this, he thought they would eventually seize victory.

But his plan quickly fell apart.

[The enemy has slain an ally!]

[The enemy has slain an ally…]

The once balanced top lane started to fall apart with countless defeat reports.

“Sung-shin, are you struggling?”

PADO called out to the top-laner he was familiar with, and the top-laner replied with an awkward smile.

“Facing Shia is really tough…”

“Even just holding on is hard?”

“He dives me at full health, and it works every time. I can’t dodge his skills. You know how good Shia plays, right?”

“Yeah, they’re amazing. Cerberus was really good in China, and Shia… they’re just crazy.”

PADO was a streamer who mainly broadcasted on China’s Heya TV.

Until the appearance of the streamer Shia, he had been the villain of this scene.

To him, Shia was an intriguing figure.

Once, he had faced him in a lane match.

And he was captivated by his overwhelming physical skill.

PADO’s gaming style involved analyzing the situation and playing accordingly, while Shia focused on a flashy physical gameplay style.

Even though mid wasn’t his main lane, PADO had an intense experience in their lane match.

A man who dodged even basic attacks.

In a high-tier environment where the standards were elevated, dodging most of the enemy’s attacks proved the significant difference in their hardware.

-Why is he so insanely good every time?

-We lost, GG

-Seriously, how can we lose to Bora City guys?

-Old PADO

PADO’s casual streaming platform, .

A place where more extreme and intense viewers gathered than typical ones, making the chat quite harsh.

After glancing at the chat, PADO spoke, feeling frustrated.

“You guys haven’t faced that person. Even pro gamers can’t find a strategy against him. Didn’t I rank the top-laners before?”

Once, he had used a simple program called to pick the best player for each lane.

At that time, the enemy top-laner had taken the top spot by a wide margin.

“That person instinctively knows how to win. I don’t think we can win this game.”

The most reliable person when teamed up.

But the most infuriating person when faced as an enemy.

That was PADO’s assessment of Shia.

On top of that, with Cerberus, who had skills surpassing pro junglers, the game that was balanced by abusers began to tilt rapidly.

“Support, can you please play the game properly? Even without trolling, we might lose…”

Summoner Woojin, the man who would drop from challenger if they lost this game, spoke tearfully to the allied trolling support.

But the trolling support showed no mercy.

“What’s the point of disgracefully hitting challenger with a 4v5? If we lose this game, just accept it as fate.”

“Ah…”

“I’d also drop from challenger if we lose, so stop whining.”

“But if you play properly, we can win…”

Then the trolling support proudly declared.

“This is my smurf.”

“Excuse me?”

“And you should win honorably. Isn’t that right?”

The team showed signs of division, and even the usually silent Tricker sighed deeply.

Watching this, PADO muttered softly.

“This is the end of the world.”

A period tangled with various interests and emotions.

The most intense and dirty time in .

Even though the world had changed, the wild feeling of the end times remained the same.

He looked at the deteriorating game situation and laughed bitterly.

4.

-This guy’s crazy for money

-Why didn’t he play properly before if he could do this?

-No, he just started taking the game seriously after chatting with Sung-shin and teaming up with Husu

-Money makes a difference

-LOL, someone put up a trolling mission!

‘Nugubong Mission Man’ sponsored 10,000 won!

[100,000 won if you lose this game?]

“Haha, sir. 100,000 won is a bit… In the next room, there’s a bet over 1,000,000 won… The price is a bit low. Right, Husu?”

“I’ve never seen anyone as evil as you in this world.”

“Oh, if you talk like that, I’ll really throw mid.”

This feeling, it was too good.

A momentary chance to be the superior to Husu, who usually dealt heavy damage to me.

I nodded with satisfaction, looking at Husu, who couldn’t say a word to my single remark.

Then I brought up a ladder program and teased Husu.

“Deciding whether to throw or not with a ladder game sounds fun. Don’t you think?”

“What do you want?”

“I mean, I want to change my phone. Of course, I’m not asking you to buy it for me…”

“I’ll come to your house after this game, okay? So stop talking nonsense and keep playing!”

It was very satisfying to hear such a desperate tone from Husu, who usually didn’t even pay attention to me.

“You promised.”

“Yeah, you bastard! Ugh!”

Husu, seemingly excited, cursed freely in the game.

Naturally, the voice censorship system detected it and soon banned him from using voice chat for five minutes.

I watched Husu with a pleased smile and said in a lazy voice.

“What’s the point of good friends? You help each other in times like this… that’s how everyone lives.”

The game, which had been neck and neck, had already crumbled.

Sung-shin had only recorded two deaths, but the growth gap between the top-laners was severe.

With Husu’s full support, I had finished growing and pushed up to the second top tower before quickly heading down.

-Conquering the South ON

-Do you think Sung-shin was also abusing?

-Didn’t you see Sung-shin’s play earlier? He was farming from the back to avoid giving kills.

-Sung-shin was playing so hard.

-Ha, still, Sung-shin… It’s so nice to see him again.

-Looks like Shia’s team won the game.

-Nyanggae must be smiling thinking about the promotion.

Despite all the teasing, I had no intention of losing this game either.

For a streamer, missions are a very valuable source of income.

Moreover, with the amount of money on Husu’s mission, he could really treat us big.

It was the perfect game to mark the last day of .

Deciding the challengers with my own hands and getting a generous reward from Husu.

Isn’t this the epitome of a creative economy?

As soon as I returned home, I teleported to the bottom lane.

The enemy jungler was attempting a dive.

[An ally has slain an enemy!]

[ is rampaging!]

Thanks to the timely use of teleport, I countered the enemy team’s reckless dive and soon secured a double kill, virtually deciding the outcome of the game.

“Seriously… why are you doing this to me?”

Summoner Woojin, who had just died to me, said in a gloomy voice.

I had met him a few times before, and I remember he also streamed on Twipod.

I flashed him a broad smile and said in the most cheerful voice possible.

“Don’t be so disheartened.”

“…Excuse me?”

“Because you’re up against me.”

“Ah…”

-LOL

-Because you’re up against me~~

-When will that mouse’s suspension end?

-It’s so disgusting when Shia uses that line.

-The game’s over.

-LOL, even in this hell with abusers, the better player wins.

-To be honest, the lineup already decided the match.

-No matter how good Tricker is, this was tough.

The kill score, which had been relatively close, had widened to 20:12, and the enemy’s morale had hit rock bottom.

The enemy team hadn’t managed to take a single tower, but we had already pushed up to their mid inhibitor.

A while later.

Sensing the inevitable defeat, the enemy team finally surrendered.

[Summoner Woojin: Did you really have to win like this to feel satisfied?]

[TwipodStreamerCerberus: LOL Challenger, FUUUUCK!]

[DonburgaDa: Ah, damn it. I needed to lose this game to earn some rice money. Fucking Shia.]

[GuardianOfBalance: LOL these abusing bastards living off rice should all be taught a lesson. Seriously LOL, feels so good to have this spicy end to the final game of the end times. See ya.]

As expected from , the final game of the season ended with a spicy taste, and I exited the game with a satisfied smile.

The last game to wrap up the season.

But I managed to gather unexpected gains and clips.

I couldn’t help but be pleased.

As soon as the game ended, I immediately launched Husu’s stream and saw him receiving a 15 million won donation.

Nicknames written in Chinese were continuously donating in 1 million won increments.

They were showing off something that even Seongsu-hyung couldn’t easily demonstrate on my stream.

“So jealous…”

-They say Chinese guys donate different amounts, and it’s true.

-How about Shia enters the Chinese market too?

-LOL if Shia enters the Chinese market, Chinese hackers will hack his account immediately.

-After all this, the Chinese dream? Oh shit LOL, dreaming only to die in your dream LOL.

-How much is that? T.T

-If I have a kid, I’ll definitely make them a streamer LOL.

-Ha, can you even have a kid?

It seemed I wasn’t the only one feeling envious.

The viewers, who were also watching the endless donations, were drooling over it.

“Alright, shall I start collecting?”

I waited until the donations quieted down and then subtly revealed my presence.

‘TwipodStreamerShia’ has donated 10,000 won!

[Haha;; Husu, you have to keep your promise since I carried you hard, right?]

Did he see my donation?

Husu, who had been reacting vigorously just a moment ago, curled his lips in a displeasing way.

This didn’t feel right. When that guy made that expression, it was never a good sign for me.

And then, at Husu’s next words, I couldn’t help but clench my fist and shout.

“Hey! You bastard!”