The Man Who Kills Them All Appears
The voice chat had ended, leaving only the monitor screen sitting there alone.
The conversation with Cha Jinyeong… honestly, it had felt close to a full-on verbal thrashing.
He had poured out everything—every last burden—and her answer had been, basically, that he had nothing left to lose so he might as well go for it…
"Easy for you to say…"
She was a complete stranger.
Not someone who could find him a job after retirement, and certainly not someone who would cover his living expenses. It felt more like she had just thrown a few casual remarks at him while watching a stream.
Even if he went crashing down into the abyss again, she would probably just feel a little disappointed and keep right on broadcasting the next match.
"Talks a big game without doing a damn thing for me."
He would give her this much: her silver tongue was ridiculous.
It had been awkward at first, but once the words started flowing she never seemed to tire. This must be what it felt like to get scammed by pure eloquence.
Grumbling, he pushed himself up from the chair.
Fwoomph.
Even after collapsing onto the bed, sleep refused to come.
They had been thoroughly irresponsible words, yet Cha Jinyeong’s voice kept circling through his head.
Do you really think your family wants to see you like that? Head bowed, taking all that abuse?
"…"
He unlocked his phone and opened the family group chat.
He had read them but never replied. They were probably all deep in dreamland by now anyway.
Every message floating in that chat only strengthened Cha Jinyeong’s point.
Even so, he still had to stay with the team. That was the realistic solution to a realistic problem.
And the next match was already scheduled for a youth player to take his place.
…He was slowly turning into dead weight.
Even if he scraped by a few more months as an active player, could he really call that the right answer?
A dry laugh slipped out.
Show some real temper for once? They weren’t even old friends or anything…
Her words had a talent for dragging a person back up onto their feet.
The organization didn’t have anyone ready to replace him right this second, either. They called up youth players now and then just to keep him on edge, but if he actually walked away the fallout would be massive.
Just a cycle of innocent kids getting their spirits broken and sent right back to square one.
"…"
He opened the coach’s message window.
Haa… he still wasn’t sure this was the right call, but one thing was certain.
Once he made up his mind, the depression strangely lifted.
"CRASHEEEER!!"
The official broadcast caster’s roar thundered through the speakers.
Ugh, the official broadcast’s echo chamber!
"Another sudden dive attempt!! Even his own teammates look like they had no idea—they’re scrambling to join late!!"
"What on earth is this player doing today?! It’s like the second he makes eye contact he’s out for blood!!"
"Shadow Assassin has no retreat skill—either you kill them fast or you die fast!!"
"Aaaah! A violent 3-on-1 setup!"
The first skirmish angle of the game.
Crasher’s Shadow Assassin had already slipped deep into enemy territory, a considerable distance from his allies.
Anyone could see it was a situation he should have backed out of.
And Blue Bird? With him strolling in alone like “come catch me,” they didn’t even need to discuss it.
They pretended not to notice for a beat, then once they judged the angle safe they all charged him at once.
"Uh…!"
Hold on—you said you were going to win! This is just diving into a death trap and committing suicide!
Just as the thought hit me that I might have steered him completely wrong, Crasher’s Shadow Assassin moved.
He dodged the first skill from the charging opponent.
How…?
What was that just now? From the visible attack range that should have been a guaranteed hit.
The chat started accelerating.
Movement bordering on the divine. A sensory dodge that theory alone couldn’t explain.
"Crasher isn’t the one who got surrounded."
"He gathered the enemies in one place."
Blue Bird’s second wave of attacks came immediately after.
And Crasher’s next choice was… an attack skill!?
He timed a leaping strike perfectly with the opponent’s ranged attack and slipped right through it.
Then came his own skill damage.
In a 3-on-1, the first one to land real damage was actually Crasher!
Blue Bird’s three players froze for a second, clearly rattled.
But the situation was still against him. Once they snapped out of it, even a couple of auto-attacks each would triple the damage going into Crasher.
That was when the alert ping flashed on the minimap.
"…! Spatial Leap! Eternal Fox’s Patriot hit an insane level spike and unlocked his ultimate way ahead of schedule!"
While everyone was fixated on Crasher, Patriot had leisurely vacuumed up every epic monster and wave on the map.
His Dimension Traveler carried an ultimate that could open a short-lived wormhole to any point on the map. Once used, the cooldown was brutal—he basically turned into a vegetable afterward.
Even so, people kept calling the character a broken abomination, because teammates could use that wormhole too.
An all-in high-roller character.
And Patriot had leveled up faster than the enemy’s expected timing window.
The result:
Boom.
The broadcast cut to the new formation: Eternal Fox’s four players now surrounding the three Blue Bird players who had surrounded Crasher.
What followed was pure slaughter.
Blue Bird’s remaining two players had been zoning out, figuring they could casually clean up Crasher and then join, only to arrive far too late…
Triple kill!
All that remained was Eternal Fox’s victory fanfare and a pile of ally corpses.
Crasher had taken critical damage so severe it looked like his limbs had been hacked off… but he lived!
Zero-loss advantage.
Eternal Fox’s early-game skirmish was a complete stomp.
"I told you he’s always been a good player."
I leaned in closer to the mic.
"He’s not the type who waits for opportunities to come to him."
"He’s the type who creates opportunities that didn’t exist."
Current Viewers: 1,500
Whether it was the cast itself or something else, the viewer count kept climbing.
Every so often the chat mentioned someone “coming over from some gallery”—what even was that place?
Well, it was proof that word of my stream was spreading fast.
Of course there were still plenty of people sniping in chat, hoping to watch me screw up another prediction like the first broadcast…
The people actually enjoying the stream far outnumbered them.
Enough checking the numbers—back to the game.
After winning the first fight, Crasher didn’t stop.
Rewards from eliminating enemies let him upgrade his character’s parts piece by piece. Now that he had pulled slightly ahead, the killing intent rolling off him only intensified.
The second a Blue Bird player stepped out from a concealing debris pile to secure vision, their eyes met Crasher’s.
Become Darkness!
Crasher slammed his ultimate without hesitation.
A skill that spawned multiple clones inside a set radius and focused them on the target. Get caught in the center and escape was nearly impossible—you were basically already dead.
Butcher!
The opponent was a utility character to begin with; they never stood a chance.
Crasher grew even stronger.
Blue Bird’s play became visibly timid. Roaming the map must have felt like a horror game to them now.
"Blue Bird’s pathing has gotten weird, right?"
"That’s exactly what’s weird."
The standard strategy was five players spreading out to control vision and resources. One person spots the enemy’s movement, the others take advantages on the opposite side of the map.
They had abandoned that entirely.
"Blue Bird isn’t fighting Crasher."
"They’re fighting the possibility that Crasher might be somewhere—fighting it until their heads explode."
Shadow Assassin vanished from vision.
Immediately Blue Bird’s players backed away from a high-value epic monster sitting right in front of them.
At that same moment Crasher was leisurely upgrading his character parts.
"You don’t have to get kills to exert influence. You make the enemy abandon the choices they should be making."
"It’s basically a 5-on-1 right now."
In truth the scales had tipped long ago.
But Blue Bird was still five seasoned pros. They weren’t going to collapse that easily.
Moving as a tight pack, they stopped giving up free kills the way they had early. Even when Crasher dove in, they managed one-for-one trades.
"Exactly."
"But the moment Crasher started fighting again, it wasn’t just his individual skill that changed."
"His teammates changed too."
"No. In previous games they were all looking for different paths because no one was leading them."
"Now Crasher is back."
Blue Bird held their positions, wary of a side entry from the center.
That was when Crasher appeared!!
Shadow Assassin left a black trail as he carved straight between all five of them.
Every enemy skill locked onto Crasher at once. His health dropped below half in an instant.
"Crasher dies."
"But the enemy all die."
Their front-line tank broke formation to finish off low-health Crasher. The two damage dealers in the center dumped every major skill they had. The remaining two were still burning theirs as well.
"Alright—now the enemy has nothing left and their formation is completely shattered, right?"
"He carved out space for his teammates with his own life."
Crasher died.
But the well-fed Eternal Fox characters pouring in right behind him crushed everything.
Ace.
"But if they had been even a second later, Crasher might have just died alone and that would have been it."
"Well, it is a dangerous play."
Gulp, gulp.
Water never tasted better.
"Khh… Eternal Fox has been waiting for someone to lead them."
Tsk. Read the room and shut up, will you.
After the fight, Eternal Fox’s movements looked determined to drive the final nail into the coffin.
Whenever they showed themselves in enemy vision, teammates pressured the opposite side. Even when an engage failed and someone died, the team never stopped.
"…I don’t think he’s going to hold back."
The camera cut to Crasher’s character.
Observer, so you’re thinking the same thing I am.
Shadow Assassin stood one step ahead of his teammates.
"He’s going in again."
"Any pro knows this."
When you completely dominate the other side, there is a ceremony you can put on.
Commonly known as teabagging.
Under the excuse of “giving it everything until the end,” Crasher openly toyed with them.
Try and kill me. But I’m not going down easy.
"Wow… this is beyond just a person changing."
Even knowing he had his reasons, it almost hurt to think how long he must have been holding all of this in.
Every Blue Bird player was down. Eternal Fox’s squad closed in on the central building.
A dopamine-soaked match packed with more fight highlights than almost any game in recent memory.
And Eternal Fox was the one delivering it.
"He went through so many setbacks."
"His own decisions cost him victories."
"Under a storm of criticism he started doubting his own talent."
The labels that had clung to him.
"People said he was finished."
"That his prime was over."
"That he no longer deserved to stand on that stage."
Eternal Fox’s final assault slammed into the Warp Gate.
"And yet."
"He’s still alive."
Cracks spiderwebbed across the Warp Gate.
"He collapsed countless times, but in the end he proved it."
The Warp Gate exploded and collapsed.
"Crasher is back."
Current Viewers: 2,700
New peak!
The chat was scrolling so fast it was making me dizzy!!
Crasher revived, Eternal Fox won, and Cha Jinyeong’s stream exploded.
A day completely stuffed with dopamine.
500,000 Won
Thanks for the great cast. You’ll keep watching over us, right?
"Five hun…"
I rubbed my eyes and checked again.
Zero, one, two, three…
"Five hundred thousand?"
The donor’s nickname was… Crasher???
The dopamine still refused to end.