Chapter 6
Chapter 6
It Wasn’t Fun
Those small little soldiers—
or as Yeram and her friends called them,
“minions”—
I was busy killing them.
In most games, there’s always a way to earn resources.
In this one, it seemed the main goal was to last-hit these minions to gain gold.
Otherwise, there’d be no reason to keep doing this over and over.
“Ha!”
“No, oppa, what are you doing? Why are you so good at taking last hits with Soraka?”
“I just right-click and it works.”
“You’re not supposed to right-click them! Ugh…”
“Aka.”
“Aka? Are you trying to die?”
“Nope.”
It seemed Yeram’s friends were deep into online communities, judging by the way they talked.
Not that I thought it was a bad thing.
Everyone has their own freedom.
As long as they’re not stuck in some extreme echo chamber, there’s no reason to criticize it.
“Yeram, so do I just keep farming minions like this?”
From what I’d seen in short clips online, players usually ran around killing enemies.
That looked fun.
But—
“You can’t do that with Soraka. Just stay back and heal me.”
“Isn’t that a bit of a stereotype?”
“It’s not a stereotype. It’s a fact. If you want, try making a big play yourself.”
“Hm.”
Since I was new, she probably handed me the easiest role possible.
Still—
the character itself wasn’t that boring.
“Yap.”
“Yap my ass… why are you taking minions?”
“Are you insulting your older brother right now?”
“Why are you taking them?”
“Because I want to.”
“…Fine, just take them.”
“I already am.”
Time passed—
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Repeated sounds.
Looking at the screen, it seemed teammates were coming toward us.
“What are they doing?”
“Usually, the jungle role moves around and kills enemies to help win.”
I didn’t fully understand, but Yeram sounded urgent, so I moved toward the enemy.
Then—
a strange-looking champion threw an anchor at me and rooted me in place.
“Oh, that looks fun.”
My character didn’t have anything like that.
Maybe I’d try it next time.
Just then—
“Nice shot, oppa.”
At the same time, another player attacked with chains.
Soon after—
the enemy champions collapsed.
[Double Kill!]
“Oppa, how was that? Pretty insane, right?”
“Yeah, that was good.”
I didn’t fully understand the game, but killing enemies had to be a good thing.
“Why are you asking for validation in a normal game?”
“Says the one losing CS to Soraka.”
“Try it yourself then.”
“No thanks.”
Most of the talking came from the jungle player and Yeram.
The others stayed quiet.
“I got mid.”
A moment later—
[An ally has been slain.]
“You said you got them.”
“I got killed.”
“Oh.”
‘What?’
Why was she so calm about dying?
I made a note to ask later and kept playing.
“Alright, let’s stop here for today. Oppa, how was it?”
“…More fun than I expected.”
Honestly, it was.
I had heard horror stories about the game—
but there wasn’t much toxicity.
Sure, there was some trash talk, but it was just between friends.
‘People exaggerated.’
I drank some water.
Then Yeram walked over.
“You said this game looked boring. Why are you enjoying it so much?”
She hit the mark.
I had said that before.
“What’s fun about people yelling at each other? Might as well play something else.”
Now I regretted saying that.
After actually playing—
it was really fun.
“Oppa, I’m going to sleep. I’m tired.”
She turned off the lights and lay down.
Usually she naps after school, but today she played games instead.
“Wake me up tomorrow.”
“Same time?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
She put in her earphones and fell asleep.
The room was dark except for my monitor.
“…Maybe just one more game.”
I wasn’t planning to play much.
Just a little more.
That’s what I thought—
as I clicked “Create Account.”
Chirp chirp—
“Ah, damn…”
It was morning.
I hadn’t even noticed time passing.
Work started at 9.
Even if I slept now, I’d only get three hours.
“Ha…”
I usually try to maintain a routine.
But—
it was fun.
So I wasn’t even that upset.
I shook Yeram awake like I was rinsing utensils.
“I’m up… I’m up…”
“I’ll believe it when you’re standing and stretching.”
“…Seriously…”
She frowned but got up and started stretching.
“You need this if you’re going to the military someday.”
“Why are you like this in the morning…”
I smacked her lightly when she talked back.
She immediately quieted down.
“Go shower.”
“Okay…”
She had time, but went early for self-study.
Watching her, I remembered my own school days.
Long hours.
Strict routines.
Even then, some students always found ways to escape.
Climbing windows.
Changing clothes and sneaking out.
One of my friends once said—
“I’ll show you the limits of speed.”
Then tripped and got tackled by a teacher.
That was the first time I saw someone spin in midair.
“…I wonder what he’s doing now.”
He had talent.
Maybe he should’ve played soccer.
While lost in thought—
“Turn on the hair dryer.”
“Alright.”
I’d let her rely on me for now.
After graduation, I’d make her do everything.
The dryer hummed.
“Sit. I’ll dry your hair.”
“Thanks.”
Then—
“When did you play this game?”
She looked at my screen.
“Just… out of boredom.”
I tried to sound casual.
Didn’t want to admit I enjoyed it.
But—
“You played all night?”
She checked my record and smirked.
I felt my face heat up, but responded calmly.
“So I can play with you guys later.”
“We can just lend you an account.”
“Still. Better to be prepared.”
“Pfft.”
“Dear sister, could you please shut up?”
“Yes!”
…I might need to retrain her soon.