Chapter 112
Chapter 112
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 112
Chapter Title: Got Caught
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No warning signs at all before the broadcast ended. And before that, the words Yuseong spat out: "Got caught."
That alone was enough to flip the situation once more for those glued to this turf war.
-Got caught? Did he just say "got caught" right now?
-Was that really not a Necronomicon copy?
-What the hell has that guy up top been watching? It came out ages ago that it wasn't a Necronomicon copy.
-The real question now is whether Yuseong baited them or not. But it sure looks like he did.
-Wow, a twist like this here?
-This party's full of reversals.
Posts flooded every community about this latest bombshell. And with the situation overturned, public opinion flipped right along with it.
-Lmao, I knew those idiots were full of it.
-Strutting around like that all the time.
-Acting all smartass lol.
-Making fun of people—why brag about that crap?
-Look at them throwing a fit now that it's their turn.
-Bunch of toddler bed rejects, as expected.
-Lmao, didn't we just say that to Yuseong earlier?
-Look at these clowns switch gears lololol.
Just moments ago, Halloween Pumpkin and Method had been hailed for their brilliant strategy, pulling off the near-impossible. Now they were mocked as brainless fishheads bragging about the bait without even realizing they'd been hooked.
-Who's the one who called Yuseong a dumb beast?
-Lmao, turns out they were the dumb beasts.
-Beasts at least have physical prowess. These are just brain-dead somethings. Even cockroaches have survival instincts—hey, did Yuseong fall that easy? -Skilled and quick on the uptake too. Meanwhile, they get treated like beasts with brawn but no brains. Yuseong, who'd seemed to rack up a top-tier black mark in Ark history, instead rose in fame as the guy who'd punked the infamous Method.
Some folks even debated what Yuseong's intent had been in casting Death Cry.
-First off, he definitely meant to fool them. Otherwise, why would he have Death Cry, the closest thing to a Necronomicon copy? The real question is who he was trying to fool. -Method? Maybe he got a whisper from Western Flower Garden and figured it out.-Or like Halloween Pumpkin said, maybe to confuse his targets.-Turning on the broadcast right after it got snatched—gotta mean something.
-Just ask Yuseong directly; it'd be quickest and most accurate. Think he'll go live again?
* * *
Got caught. Leaving those words behind, Yuseong ended his broadcast. That action reached Halloween Pumpkin and Method in real time via their quick-fingered viewers' chats.
They'd already suspected Yuseong had played them, but getting direct confirmation was another matter.
"That goddamn bastard...!"
Method kicked the ground in a fit of rage. Curses poured from her mouth.
But no matter how menacing she tried to act, to the viewers, she was just a dumb dog that had lost.
[Lololol look at this hypocrite]
[The one who always tricks and mocks people is losing it now that she's the one tricked lolol]
"Shut up, you punks!"
Just moments ago, she'd been joking around with viewers, trading barbs and laughs. Now it felt like a dream from another world as she bared her teeth at them.
But her threats fell flat.
Just like in Yuseong's stream, her chat was flooded not just with regulars but newcomers drawn by the drama.
She'd known that and amped up her energy more than usual.
With a crowd this big coming to gawk at her triumph, of course she was thrilled.
But now that things flipped, the crowd turned into knives stabbing at her. And since they weren't her loyal fans, her pleas or threats meant nothing.
A few diehard fans tried to defend her, but they couldn't stem the tide of mockery in chat.
[She screws up and now takes it out on us]
[Laughing her ass off earlier, now attitude flip—check it]
[Shows her true colors]
[This is... a top toddler bed ranker?]
"You bastards!"
She swung her fist at the chat window. Pointless, obviously. Viewers just spammed lololol and kept roasting Method.
While Method half-lost her mind, brawling stupidly with chat, Pumpkin Halloween pondered next moves.
'Headache.'
He rubbed his temple.
'Start from scratch.'
Everything was already a mess, but Halloween Pumpkin racked his brain. He wasn't giving up yet.
'The game ends when Beauty Art uses the Necronomicon copy.'
Until then, he had to try everything.
That's the value of a promotion item.
'Probability Beauty Art's sitting pretty in the gorge... zero.'
So she was probably somewhere in the Blandel Wasteland right now.
'Yuseong too, in the Blandel Wasteland.'
Viewers had relayed that from his stream—solid info.
'Did they meet?'
They'd run into each other, and timing-wise, plenty of opportunity.
'But he said he was wandering the wasteland, so probably not moving as fast as Method.'
From how things played out, it was acting, not wandering—but either way, his speed was slow. Confirmed.
"Shut it for a sec."
Halloween Pumpkin reined in Method, still tussling with chat.
"Ignore the chat. We need to think about what comes next."
"What kinda stupid question is that? Beat that Yuseong bastard to death!"
Her eyes were wild—clearly half unhinged.
"Kill him over and over, smash him dozens of times!"
Telling her not to go rogue in a pinch wouldn't fly right now.
Halloween Pumpkin gave up cleanly on calming her. Didn't need logic anyway. Long as she moved to his tune.
"Yeah, yeah, do what you want. But the situation ain't over yet."
"What?"
Method looked thrown. Chat exploded with nonsense like "WTF is he saying?" and snarky jabs about not quitting.
He had her kill the stream.
"The real end is when Yuseong hands the Necronomicon copy to Beauty Art. And we don't have confirmation that happened yet."
"...Isn't that stretching it?"
Yuseong and Beauty Art had both slipped their watch—would they just sit?
"Low odds, sure. But until we confirm, it's unknown."
"But..."
"Think about it. They still hold the advantage. If we wreck their plan now, especially Yuseong's mindset—how's that sound?"
"...You're being real obvious about using me."
"But you'll bite?"
"Damn it, yeah!"
Wrecking their plan? Music to her ears.
"Plus, you promised to cooperate. So 'using' ain't the right word."
"Fine, fine. So what exactly?"
"We got few options. Comb the Blandel Wasteland like crazy, find Yuseong or Beauty Art. Kill 'em."
"Keep them from meeting."
"Prep for the worst case."
Current setup: Yuseong has the Necronomicon copy, about to link up with Ark Beauty and hand it off.
Block that first.
Kill Yuseong, he revives in Sillaremit. Kill Beauty Art, she respawns at the front lines. Either way, their deal's stalled.
"Yeah. Best is killing Beauty Art to bounce her back to front lines. If not, kill Yuseong for time. Who knows? Might drop the Necronomicon copy on death."
"But just us two?"
Blandel Wasteland's huge. Desperate times call for measures, but manpower's too thin.
"Then we recruit."
Halloween Pumpkin eyed the wasteland horizon. Dark specks rushed toward them at high speed.
* * *
Viewers buzzed with excitement over the endless twists. Yuseong's foes, the C.O.T.S duo, clung to their last thread of hope, vowing to thrash to the end.
The culprit behind it all, Yuseong, strolled leisurely toward Sillaremit.
Munching a black bread bun like it was a casual walk—if the C.O.T.S duo saw that, blood might shoot to their heads, clutching their necks.
They steel themselves for a last stand, and here's this relaxed vibe.
But was that his problem?
They'd poked Yuseong first, desperate for the Necronomicon copy, dragging things here.
Even if they complained, he'd ignore them stone-cold.
"Over there!"
Sudden shout from behind.
Yuseong turned. A mob of players charged in. Their vibe screamed anything but "share some black bread."
Not that he'd hand any over if asked.
'Guys from Sillaremit tailing me?'
Ever since Yuseong and Method (disguised as Western Flower Garden) left Sillaremit for Moros Gorge, these creeps had slunk after them.
Hoping for scraps, a shot at snagging the Necronomicon copy for a jackpot.
They'd crept near during the white skeleton and Yuseong-vs-Method fight, eyes gleaming for an opening.
When Yuseong seemed to lose the Necronomicon copy (nope, Death Cry) to Method, they'd mobbed after her.
'Lost her midway, huh.'
Method's speed and agility were ranker-tier. No way they kept up. Just a lonely end in the wasteland middle.
Not Yuseong's concern. Last he'd seen: their backs fading from the mountaintop, stared at blankly.
Yet here they charged him now.
Yuseong drew his gun, waiting. As they closed in, he asked.
"What’s the..."
Whoosh!
No answer. Someone hurled a throwing spear; Yuseong shot it down.
Bang!
Spear ricocheted.
Weak throw—embarrassing compared to old patterns.
They didn't care, kept coming.
"Contact—they're saying we found him quick!"
"Doing it! Damn, where the hell is this place!"
"Just describe the terrain roughly!"
"Good luck navigating the wasteland from that."
Signaling someone about his location.
'Method?'
Didn't matter who. Their goal: the Necronomicon copy these attackers wanted.
"Rest of you, kill him!"
"If he drops the Necronomicon copy, jackpot!"
Yup.
'But what to do?'
He eyed them pitifully.
'I don't have the Necronomicon copy right now?'