Sena's Solo Healing Server (2)
At 10 p.m., Himaru logged into the Mark server. The moment she finished the tutorial and reached the plaza, the first person she spotted was none other than Sena.
Sena froze the instant she saw Himaru.
“Ma, Maru-unnie. H, hello!”
She greets me like an excited kid. And there's a good reason for it. The diamond gear Sena's wearing? It's all stuff she's gonna give me when I show up. She's been waiting forever for me to log in.
“Oh, hey. When'd you get here?”
“Since 6! I worked super hard.”
“Whoa, no wonder…”
“Ah, right. Maru-unnie, here…”
Sena starts stripping off her diamond set. She drops the diamond chestplate from her right hand first, then the helmet, pants, boots, diamond sword, diamond pickaxe—one by one right in front of me.
“Just made these, so durability's maxed out…! Put 'em to good use.”
“Wait, you can really just give these to me?”
“Yup! Made 'em specially to give you. Got my own set.”
I'm touched. Straight-up moved. Heart goes all warm and fuzzy. Like getting your first paycheck and buying your parents those red long johns. Exactly that vibe. But the moment shatters in a flash.
Did they really see the same scene? Absolutely. It was pure filial piety from a kid's heart. Right? So I just took it. What's the issue?
I glance at the chat window, and my blood pressure spikes. My face is burning red. These randos I don't even know are just piling on the hate. I ignore the chat and reply in my brightest voice.
“Thanks a ton. You must've worked so hard, huh?”
“N-no, not really. Picked 'em up while mining ores. There were tons, super easy!”
“For real? So what're you gonna use now, Sena? Got backups? Enchanted any yet?”
“I… got some…!”
Sena's character starts gleaming silver. Full iron set.
“No. No hahahaha. No way.”
Laughter explodes. She said it so confidently, I figured it was another diamond set. But nope—suddenly full iron armor, iron sword in hand. And she beams like it's no big deal.
“Iron's awesome too…! Monsters drop super fast.”
“No. No, for real… hahahaha. You'll be so squishy.”
“I-I'm fine…! Just mine more, easy peasy. Can grab new ones.”
“I'll pay you back later.”
She sounds straight-up panicked at my words.
“No, no, no need! Seriously. For real, just… yeah. No need at all.”
“You sure?”
“Yes…!! Don't let my looks fool you—I got a pro offer from Microsoft. Turned it down for streaming. I'll recover my Mark gear in no time!!”
“No way!! From MS? For what?”
“Ah~ Can I explain?”
“Please do. I'm dying to know—pro offer from Microsoft?”
I sound amazed, and Sena's character starts bouncing like crazy.
“Yes!! Not totally sure, since I refused. But viewers said MS scouted my jump map skills and fast tunneling for an official pro offer… But I said no.”
“Why? Why turn it down?”
“Ah~ Gotta train more. This skill level on the world stage… no national pride high. I love that national pride rush.”
“Huh? Okay, tell me more later.”
“Yup! Maru-unnie, get to work. I'm off!”
I couldn't stop laughing for the longest time, just hiccuping away.
Three days since the server opened. All I've done is mine. Mine. Mine. Mine mine mine. Infinite mining grind. Iron sets already fill a small chest tight, and I've got like five diamond sets.
Viewers are calling me Mark pro confirmed. I dunno, but they say overseas OK signals are in… tons of positive chats hyping Olympic dreams. I clearly refused. Big corp fake news almost got me. I made my refusal crystal clear, though.
Today's the usual—heading out to mine. And boom, run into Himaru-unnie in the plaza.
“Sena, aren't you mining a bit too hard?”
“I… I'm that pro-offer-refuser pro now! Viewers say so!”
“Uhahahaha. Yeah, that's gotta be good, right?”
“Totally! I've grown even more. Before, no national pride fill-up, but now they say I'm Olympic gold material…!! Was lined up for official Mark sponsor swag but refused. Uhaha.”
“No, no… ahahaha.”
Himaru-unnie's cracking up hard. Her laughing makes me happy. I'm having a blast.
“Ah, gold medal expectations then?”
“Uh… well… that's tough…”
“Why? Why so?”
“Refused it. More practice needed if I say yes… pro level might not cut it. Kuh.”
I whisper all mousy. There is a reason I refused.
“Truth is, world's full of people way better than me… Didn't wanna say it. Kuh.”
“Kuh… hohohoho. Better step it up.”
Himaru-unnie just keeps laughing. Finally, through giggles:
“Alright, I'm off…!”
Gotta make that invite worth it—repay with max effort. But every time we meet, she seems thrilled even though I barely did anything. That's good, right?
What invite are they talking about?
“What kinda invite? Inviting what? Bill Gates bro wants an invite? Should I use a slot? But Bill's busy—might not play much. Hmm.”
Maru-unnie invite? Mission? Oh right, totally spaced. There's a housewarming invite mission. Viewers are being sweet, saying it's fine for stream—go for it. If vibe sours, blame mission. Absolute legends. So touched. But I keep forgetting. Timing's passed now—mention later.
“L-later. Diamond mining time now.”
But I need more if I'm giving to others too. Gotta stock 10 sets minimum.
“Ah, no, calm down everyone. No raiding—let's solve this peacefully. Terror ain't the only way!”
Viewers are pissed.
“Okay, what then? Hit me with suggestions. I'll do 'em.”
“Uh, Sena. Sena. Se-se-se-Sena.”
I'm soaking in the serious feedback when a voice calls out. I turn toward it.
A character with a rice cake on her head. Name: Moteok.
“Ah, hello!”
“Sena, no elytra?”
“Elytra? Yeah… true.”
“Wanna come? Heading out to grab some.”
“Uh… uh…”
Elytra. The ultimate flying item. There's a pecking order. Big corp seniors like Himaru-unnie gear up first, leftovers for me. Rush in reckless? Total disaster.
“W-well, um. That is.”
“I'm going too. Let's go. Ah, I'm Moteok. Call me Motteok.”
“Mo-Motteok-unnie, hi.”
“Hi~”
Tricky spot. Motteok-unnie's tier matters big time. Can't just ask—gotta look it up.
“Let's. Then. I'll whisper at 10. See ya.”
I didn't even reply, but somehow I've agreed.
“Uh… sure…”
After Motteok-unnie leaves, I dip out with a bathroom excuse. Pull up my phone—check her Namuwiki, avg viewers, YT subs.
I hate tier-sorting people. Never judge by viewer count.
But collabs need equal footing. One side way lower? It's a sin. Avoid sin with subs or item leech.
Hate's hate either way. Similar tier, nofun talky? Fine. Low tier nofun talky? Execution. Bang bang bang.
Motteok-unnie… from Do-hyeong Kingdom. Age 20,001… creator of all rhombuses. Mother of all rhombuses. Whoa!! Uh, what's a rhombus?
“…”
Not the point. 300k subs. 1.2k avg viewers—solid mid-tier. Elytra run safe? Jackpot. Hihi.
I'm VTuber-savvy now. Got hooked by their lore at first. Thought it was real. Nope.
Not the time. Focus game. Focus stream. I hop back in. Plaza's packed, everyone's chatting in clusters. I mute ingame mic real quick.
Wander like a street cat. Nothing to do.
I mull it over and say:
“Enchant later—build a house first?”
Good reactions, so off I go house-hunting. Can't plop next to Himaru-unnie—too obvious. Viewers aren't idiots. They'll clock me simping hard.
So super far away. Heard something once: back to mountain, face to river. Feng shui prime spot. Scout hard for perfect terrain.
Ten-plus minutes wandering, find a gem: mountain nearby, river flowing. Downside? Run-down area, far from village. No villagers obvs. Just me.
“How's this?”
Peek reactions: loner, asocial, bully bait. Brutal insults flying. Not it.
“Nah, it's fine. Let's pump up our property values. NewNew City.”
Comfort the viewers. Felt so real, no doubts. Anyway, site's locked—YT tutorial time.
Hm. Simple mats. Probably got 'em all? Sweet. Let's build. Thirty minutes flat—done. Copied from YT, but so proud.