Deep Sea Dwellers Are Happy Just Seeing Each Other's Faces (1)
The moment the red [Defeat] flashed on screen, I slammed the keyboard like it was about to shatter.
-Thud!
"Ah, fuck! You goddamn hyeji bitch!"
I screamed, but it didn't vent my rage. This game was a sure win. I'd racked up kills in lane, my damage output overwhelming. But that supporter—that useless dugu bitch—abandoned me every teamfight, fleeing solo and dooming us to loss.
And this was a promotion match, no less. From pick-ban onward, I'd been suppressing my fury, now exploding it through the keyboard.
Geogeun Wondil. As the nickname suggests, I'm an ADC main. Tier: Iron 5. The deepest abyss of the deep sea.
But falling into this infernal hell wasn't my fault. Purely bad supporter luck. That's why I was educating supporters again today.
Top laner Dandan Mukjik. A familiar face in playstyle too. My rating's Mariana Trench levels of deep...
Today's full of familiar faces again.
But Dandan Mukjik was the type who never chatted, just silently farmed. Even after my long years in the abyss, this was his first chat I'd seen.
Of course, no mercy. Educating trash hyeji tools is the sacred duty of ADC prince.
In the deep sea, momentum is everything. Lose that, and you're no true resident.
I could see his temper flaring. But his next words caught even me off guard.
This was it. A real-life showdown. Normally, you'd dodge, but...
No way. Then the 'trash' label sticks forever.
Iron 5. I'd rolled in this abyss for 10 years, a named player everyone knew by nick. No backing down—this was do-or-die. Dodging would end my alpha male life as a loudmouth pussy.
It's fine. I got this.
10 years glued to Asgard in my room, but no issue.
Never fought, but I did strength training as a hobby—maybe I can win on physicals?
Plus, chickening out means I'm no better than the hyejis I've roasted.
Don't give address. Still time to negotiate.
Fucked.
Date set. Adrenaline surged, testosterone boiling—this rush. Scary, sure, but as a deep sea native, unavoidable.
"Trash like you dares..."
I shut down the PC and stood. But my voice was weird.
Thin and reedy, like a little girl's. Yet pleasant...
"Huh?"
Vision's off. Stood up, but why's the room huge? My ~5-pyeong one-room suddenly 8-pyeong renovated?
What? Too much male hormones messing with my head?
Sensing wrongness, I headed to the shoe rack, full-body mirror.
"...Huh?"
A girl stared back.
Waist-length pale blonde hair, doll-like huge blue eyes. A tiny, soft-looking body.
"Ah, aaah?"
Trembling hand to chest. Flat, but squishy feel... Texture said real, not dream.
"..."
Impossible.
Need to head out and fight now, but my body's fucked.
"Hic."
*
Nickname Dandan Mukjik. Built like it—solid muscle from gym. He checked his watch in the park.
Geogeun Wondil, that punk...
Dandan recalled him. Years in the abyss, this guy's mouth spewed sex jabs, blame, pad rips without shame—worst of the worst.
So he'd been itching lately.
But no real beatdown planned.
Just warn him lightly.
My size alone would make him tuck tail. Scare and send off—that's top laner's heavy mercy.
-Tap, tap.
Footsteps. This park's gear all broken—no visitors. Timing matched appointment: had to be Geogeun Wondil.
Didn't run.
Nick lived up to it.
Dandan flexed shoulders, lats, turned.
"You're that Geogeun..."
Words halted.
"You...?"
No Geogeun Wondil—just a kid. Not any kid.
Waist-long blonde, doll-face, blue eyes. Foreign child model vibe. Age? Middle-schooler tops.
Lost?
Dandan softened his scowl, asked gently.
"Kid, this place is dangerous..."
"Hey!!!"
The blonde foreign girl yelled. Dandan panicked, glanced around. Empty park, but yell drew distant stares.
But worse confusion followed.
"You Dandan Mukjik? Huh!?"
"Uh...?"
"Deaf, rockhead? I'm Geogeun Wondil..."
The blonde squeezed eyes shut, shouted. Dandan bluescreened.
Her? This tiny cute kid... the one spamming thrust thrust! sex jabs in chat?
No. Glitch for sure.
"Ha, haha... Kid. Don't joke."
"J-joke? Does this look like joking! Huh!"
Fear obvious. From her view, I'm terrifying—adult male, buff weapon of a body.
Yet she burned with fight.
Even sniffling...
"E-eat this! Thrust!"
She charged, yelling. Short arm flopped to gut. Dandan didn't dodge.
-Plop.
Lips straight, awkward face. Expected weak—cat knead might hurt more.
Her fist bounced off abs, recoil staggering her.
"H-how's that!"
Panting hard from tension, she looked up.
...What to do here.
Dandan pondered. Hard to believe, but this her true face... Shock froze him; tears welled in her big eyes.
"W呜..."
Water pooling. Dandan lost bearings.
Meanwhile.
"What? That big guy's... hitting a kid?"
"Oh no, kid's about to cry. Call the cops?"
Bad spot!
Dandan sensed social annihilation via top laner instinct.
And.
"Gaaah!"
Dandan clutched gut, overacted bending.
"Th-this... impossible! S-such destructive power!"
Thud.
Dandan collapsed.