The Villain is Too Good at Broadcasting

Chapter 192 Class is Eternal. (2)

Nickname: Greatsword Killer.

He was an old-timer who specifically targeted streamers playing .

An old-timer among old-timers.

Using the berserker class with a greatsword, he would slaughter his opponents and derive pleasure from it—a perverted style of play.

It was especially thrilling when his opponents were streamers.

He had built a considerable reputation by sniping streamers until now.

Upon hearing that Shia, the most famous streamer in Korea, was playing , he impulsively applied to join.

He thought they might not accept his application due to his fame, but that was his mistake.

Shia, seemingly unaware of his name, accepted his application, and he luckily got into the first match through a random draw.

Everything was perfect until then.

He was excited at the thought of showcasing his skills in front of over 100,000 viewers.

The opponents included some streamers, but most were older guys who hadn’t played the game for long.

He thought it would be really easy to attract attention.

However,

“Hey, guys, can you do it right? How can you not beat those old guys?”

“Why don’t you do better? You’re just a damn bubble. Can’t even beat people who haven’t played for years?”

“Shut your mouth?”

“You shut up. If you’re so cocky, meet me in real life.”

The scenario the Greatsword Killer had imagined did not unfold at all.

The team consisted of all 40 viewers.

More than half had experience with , and some were even quite famous.

The battle proceeded one-sidedly, as he expected.

But it wasn’t in the expected direction.

He thought the viewers had the upper hand, but when the match began, it was the opposite.

BOOOOM!

“Kyaaahahaha!”

“It’s fun playing tank again after a long time! Chan-sik! How am I? Still got my skills, right?”

“Pretty good, hyung.”

“Just trust me!”

The pressure from the heavy infantry holding shields was immense.

Their shield skills weren’t extraordinary, but the coordination among the heavy infantry was unbelievable.

As if they were one body, the heavy infantry moved forward with their shields perfectly aligned.

The viewer team’s heavy infantry tried to coordinate, but it didn’t go as they wanted.

This was because Shia and Cerberus, holding claymores, kept exploiting the gaps.

Moreover, the long-range support was flawless.

Crossbowmen and archers focused their fire where the infantry was gathered, and arrows mercilessly struck berserkers who left the front lines to make reckless plays.

At this point, it wasn’t about individual physical skills.

The enemy was already one team, while this side was just a disorderly mob.

The Greatsword Killer frowned as he watched the scene.

“Stupid bastards.”

The only chance of victory was to disrupt their formation through chaos, but the opponent didn’t allow even a small gap for such chaos.

The suffocating pressure.

In such a large-scale battle, a team moving as one created an insurmountable difference.

In , the difference one player could make wasn’t that significant.

With 40 vs. 40.

As someone who had played this game more than anyone, the Greatsword Killer knew how amazing their play was.

‘Was it a Western tournament?’

A Western tournament he had seen once.

A private tournament hosted by a Western streamer, where teams of 40 clashed.

Their performance was somewhat similar to what he saw there.

However, even those skilled players weren’t at this level.

It felt as if one person was controlling everyone.

The heavy infantry naturally blocked the arrows aimed at berserkers with their shields, and medics immediately healed the heavy infantry.

There was no overlapping movement.

Everything proceeded as naturally as if it was expected.

The Greatsword Killer watched the battle for a while, then clenched his fist tightly.

The chance of winning had hit rock bottom.

There was only one thing he could take away from here.

‘At least I’ll take down Shia.’

Beheading Shia, the hottest streamer, and dying would still be an achievement worth boasting about.

After quickly making his calculation, he immediately checked Shia’s position.

Shia was at the front, cutting through allies with his greatsword.

Even though it was his first time playing today, he was slicing through the old-timers like cutting tofu.

“Hup!”

He held his breath and ran forward, slashing his greatsword diagonally.

Since he swung from behind Shia, he didn’t think it would miss.

But soon after,

An unbelievable thing happened.

Clang!

Shia tilted his greatsword at an angle, turned his body, and the Greatsword Killer’s sword slipped down powerlessly.

A perfect parry.

To successfully parry in , timing and posture were crucial, and Shia, despite not being taught, succeeded in a perfect parry.

It was a beast-like reaction speed.

It felt like he had eyes on the back of his head.

“Are you the Greatsword Killer?”

“Y-yes.”

“You said you’re an old-timer.”

When he thought he would undoubtedly die, Shia lowered his sword and spoke to the Greatsword Killer.

The Greatsword Killer, flustered by Shia’s sudden voice, nodded his head.

‘When he lets his guard down….’

Judging by his talk, he didn’t seem to intend to kill immediately.

If he timed it well, he might get another chance to kill.

Thinking that, he looked at Shia.

“How’s our team?”

“V-very good, all of you.”

“Right?”

“Yes.”

‘Good. Just catch my breath for two seconds and then….’

Thud-

But the Greatsword Killer was not given a chance.

As soon as Shia finished his business, he thrust his greatsword into the Greatsword Killer’s chest.

[Your character has taken a fatal blow.]

As the system message appeared and he was about to be out of the game,

Shia looked at the Greatsword Killer with a sly smile and said,

“Old-timers aren’t much. How do you snipe streamers with this skill? You’re getting cut down by someone who just started today. Hehe.”

“You, you….”

“Yes, can’t hear you.”

As the fire within the Greatsword Killer’s heart flared up,

[You are automatically removed from the game.]

His character died.

The Greatsword Killer looked at the message and shouted.

“You bastard!”

4.

Our raid’s first return match ended very successfully.

All 40 members survived.

There were no severe injuries, only seven minor injuries.

And all the minor injuries occurred among the heavy infantry who formed the tank line.

None of the melee dealers were injured, and none of the ranged dealers got hit by enemy attacks.

A perfect team victory.

I nodded in satisfaction as I wrapped up the first game contentedly.

“Your class hasn’t died out, has it?”

“Hey, our tankers were the best in the world. You know that, right?”

“Of course.”

They were the people who had maintained the top position in the world for nearly three years.

I never thought they couldn’t do it.

They were all amazing people, not to be taken lightly in any game.

They just left gaming for their livelihoods.

Though the results were extremely satisfying, the viewers were even more shocked than I was.

– Is this… a battle?
– I’m seeing this game for the first time, and it’s awesome.
– It really felt like watching a medieval battle.
– Wow…
– Is this the class of former world number ones?
– Incredible.
– I’m going to save this clip and watch it over and over.
– I’m buying Knight and Blade right now.

For the viewers, it was a game they hadn’t expected much from.

It was a return game for people who had been away from gaming for a long time and were playing it for the first time.

But gaming sense doesn’t disappear easily.

Once learned, teamwork can quickly be regained if triggered correctly.

There’s a saying, “muscle memory.”

It’s not the brain but the body that remembers.

Honestly, I was slightly worried too, but the game just now made one thing clear.

Apocalypse Dragon raid, it wasn’t a dream.

I really thought we could capture the Apocalypse Dragon.

“Everyone’s still got it.”

“Sae-rin noona. Your performance was amazing.”

“I’ve been training a lot lately because Gaia Online Classic is about to launch again. How was it? Was it impressive?”

Setting aside Husu and myself, Sae-rin noona’s performance was also incredible.

I hadn’t played many games with Sae-rin noona lately.

Although we’re both part of Chicken Box, the genres of games we played were so different.

We saw each other often at Chicken Box gatherings, but it had been a long time since we played a game together.

Of course, Sae-rin noona had once been the top female gamer during the Gaia Online era.

Her physical skills overwhelmed even many male gamers.

In the game just now, she recorded six kills alone.

For reference, I had nine kills, and Husu had eight kills.

As one of the best dealers our raid boasted, it was to be expected, I suppose?

I smiled and nodded at Sae-rin noona’s subtle question.

“You were amazing.”

“This game is fun. I might use it for content later.”

“It’s definitely a game you’d like, noona.”

“Right?”

– Sae-rin’s physical skills are impressive.
– She really is good.
– Isn’t she the top female gamer?
– It’s hard to talk about this without mentioning Joo-hyun.
– Let’s get Joo-hyun to try this later.
– But among female streamers, Sae-rin is undoubtedly the best.

It’s a game that suits Sae-rin noona well.

Sae-rin noona had always loved these medieval games.

After a brief chat with her, I happily addressed the other raid members.

“Guys.”

“Oh, it’s the youngest.”

“Take it easy, youngest. We need to die a bit to get the feel for it too.”

The only people who call me “youngest” in this world are these guys.

They used to call me that in the past too.

I grinned and nodded.

“If we play a few more matches like this one, I think we’ll get our rhythm back.”

“That’s true.”

“Did you see the slight confusion when we swapped tank positions earlier?”

“Let’s pay attention to that.”

There was no need for me to say anything.

They were already discussing the issues from the last match and were looking forward to the next one.

People who want to play better.

Successfully reviving our coordination to achieve perfect harmony meant that progress was inevitable.

While we were sharing brief feedback on the previous match, a shocking donation from Seong-soo hyung, who had been quietly watching the stream, came in.

‘GukbbongMissionMan’ donated 100,000 won!

[If you win 5 times in a row against the viewer team, 1 million won each. Deal?]

It was also crucial for Seong-soo hyung that our raid’s form returned.

He was practically our current employer.

I quickly relayed the donation to our raid.

“Guys. The chairman of my stream said he’d give 1 million won each if we win five times in a row.”

Money is always the best motivator.

The atmosphere, which had been running smoothly until a moment ago, heated up rapidly at the news of a sudden bonus.

“Our youngest has finally brought us some luck.”

“Five wins in a row? Bring them all in.”

“Youngest! What are you doing! Get the next team ready!”

Fueled by capitalistic adrenaline, our preparations were progressing at an incredibly fast pace.