Chapter 257
Chapter 257
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 257
Chapter Title: Hiding a House in the Apocalypse
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In fact, I could do anything. Anything at all.
Using the replay function, I could savor the ecstatic reactions from back then. Or I could have Viva Bot lay the groundwork before the true emperor of Viva! Apocalypse! made his return.
But in the end, nothing would hit quite as hard as doing it myself.
The protagonist who created that historic live had returned to the board.
Thunderous cheers and a flood of handshake requests were surely waiting.
Sipping a coffee-scented caffeine drink, I let it sit for a moment to allow comments to roll in.
Alright, time to check the replies.
Let's see what reaction the Viva! Apocalypse! board friends had for this Park Gyu.
Probably more foreigners than Koreans.
Viva! Apocalypse! featured an auto-translation system that even supported Maya, but machines being machines, it wasn't flawless.
It bungled double entendres or phrases loaded with national symbolism.
Well, those rough spots could be sorted out from context.
Sitting before the monitor, I checked the Skeleton's monumental return post.
"?"
I tilted my head.
Had Viva! Apocalypse! glitched out?
Or was I dreaming right now?
I wasn't dreaming.
My heartbeat thrummed clear as day.
"......"
No way my post got buried.
The regen rate didn't seem that fierce.
Maybe our board buddies were wiped out, so I kindly dropped another comeback post with the same vibe.
"......"
This time, I hammered refresh every second, tracking the comment count.
Click click click click click...
After roughly three hundred refreshes, I realized my post still had zero comments.
"?"
What was this?
What the hell had happened?
I'd been the star of that live. Everyone had lost their minds over it.
Did the unicorn lie to me?
No chance.
If they'd planned to deceive me, they wouldn't have handed over the internet satellite rig.
Just then, a familiar face popped up on the board.
m9, slinking around the board like a drenched mutt.
I shot him a message.
(Captain m9 baffled)
m9: Help with what?
Even I didn't trust myself saying it.
What magic spark would come from m9, the guy half-treated like an idiot?
Wrong address entirely.
The one to ask was the eyewitness to my live—our board admin, Viva Bot.
Talking with m9 drove home how terrifying habits are.
Even in a straight talk, my fingers and eyes hunted for emoticons on screen.
Even though our board had none.
For the record, Melon Mask was an extreme emoticon hater.
Well, that made the time I spent as "Kel-ton" all the more meaningful.
Short span, but I'd gone from nobody to named on the massive Red Archive board—no, a full-blown superstar, loved and loathed in equal measure.
Superstardom on the kids' board was fun, but our board fit me like a glove.
Brushing off m9, I messaged Viva Bot.
"......"
Tap tap.
When asking a favor, max courtesy.
This Park Gyu wasn't that rigid.
Viva Bot replied around 9 PM Pacific Time.
(Skeleton's Request)
SKELTON2: ...you know.
"!"
Spot on.
Exactly what I wanted.
Ha, Viva Bot.
She knew damn well.
Lazy as a sloth, sly as a fox—I'd clocked that already.
Grinning ear to ear, nodding like she sat right there, I hammered the keys.
Once dubbed Professor, bearer of the golden fleece—this Park Gyu couldn't share a table with Foxgame, Dongtanmom, and their ilk.
Eyes glued to the monitor, face aglow, awaiting the sweet news.
"Huh?"
My vision swam for a split second.
A sensation I'd never felt, not even mid-battle with the Executioner type.
I froze up, reply delayed.
(Viva Bot straight talk)
VIVA_BOT014: The second you're confirmed as Twelvesquare, I can picture exactly what you'll pull.
(Skeleton wronged)
SKELTON2: What?
(Skeleton teary-eyed)
SKELTON2: