Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Get Plentiful Rewards from the Viewer Participation Event!
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Late afternoon.
"Uh, uh. Everyone, can you hear my voice okay?"
I subtly turned on the stream.
Just your typical chat spam.
I've gotten pretty used to it by now.
"No, you can see for yourselves. I'm home, like I said."
True to my word, I'd bought some pricey beef yesterday and gone back to my actual house instead of the team dorm.
Partly because my parents advised staying home for a day or two, and partly because home is just more comfortable than the dorm anyway.
"Of course I didn't stream 'cause I was wiped out."
No one would have perfect muscles if a couple months of workouts did the trick for everybody.
Not full sets, but keeping focus through two or three was still a bit much for my underdeveloped body.
Plus the late dinner—having normal condition after all that would be weirder.
"But I'm on now, so isn't that what matters?"
"Fine, if you're that pressed, should I skip yesterday's review stream?"
My stream's audience had grown, sure, but the core viewers were still the same folks from my Challenger climb days—mostly Rock fans.
Thanks to that, the complaints fizzled out quick.
"Alright, let's review set 1 then?"
I pulled up the full match video on screen.
"Set 1's key was shutting down their twin-carry comp, right?"
"Exactly. Shroud's value spiked hard against their projectiles, and most importantly, they had no champs that could actually stop me diving them."
One big issue when a mid laner plays ADC? You lose an initiator.
Sure, some poke CC or knockback ults exist, but compared to those utility mids clocking in like civil servants every game, it's a clear weakness.
"Next up... we did well?"
As I skipped ahead, chat speed picked up at one spot.
"Ah, here?"
"Angle wasn't bad honestly. Dash skill whiffed, no passive proc, so damage calc off."
Mood was even lighter now.
Reviewing a win probably helped.
Anyway, Strike's play bombed in the end, so yeah, suboptimal.
Especially since it wasn't desperate—just sit and we'd win anyway. No need for that risk.
But we'd already talked it out, no point dwelling.
"When behind, you gotta pray for a clutch play like that, right? Gotta practice the angle beforehand to nail it."
Strike's an ADC who debuted last season round 2—no full season under his belt yet.
Stuff like that improves with team synergy and personal reps. No point nitpicking one death.
I spotted the chat and instantly jumped the timeline to my highlight reel.
"Okay, full vision here shows all four, but ours only spots two?"
"Basis? Strike chunked both their twin carries before popping off."
The ADC he focused was basically send-home levels of low.
"Support's respawning, my HP's solid, so for back-to-back big monsters, they're turn-deficient."
Hence, stick a real damage dealer on Hunter to snag big monsters fast.
"So at worst two stick to me. And I win."
"Ah, learned it from YouTube. Yasho master said no time."
"Feels like this: Tap key, instant screen flip, thrust out again while fake-pressing finger—two flips and wind's already cloaking you."
"Honestly, after figuring this out, I was like why TF isn't everyone spamming this champ."
Airborne or wind cloak in under a second.
If that's not busted, what is?
Whatever.
Review went smooth after that.
"Set 2? Game's done the second their mid flashes no-flash to kill me."
Kinslayer emblem snowball, farm fiesta, win.
One-liner summary—no more to say.
Yeah, stuff I wanna rant about—but
'Then it'd be a lament stream, not review.'
Handle stress healthy. Venting to viewers? Worst move.
Gauged the vibe, shut the replay, switched to LOC main screen.
"Alright, review's done-ish. Solo queue while I make one announcement."
Queued Solo Rank on my Rock screen and kept going.
"Day after tomorrow, heading to ST match."
LOCK—Tier 1 league—clash vs Master League? Whole different beast.
Biggest rivalry, huge fanbases—even the massive arena sells out.
"So here's the thing. Got one invite ticket, no name on it?"
I taped the ticket huge right by the cam light for max visibility.
"1v1 me, winner takes it."
"Ahem. Legit ST exclusive invite."
Flashed the anti-counterfeit hologram logo nice and clear.
And dangled a sliver of hope.
"I'll stick to mouse only. Champ? Yunyang."
As hype chat flew, I opened a public room.
"Come on in, anyone."
And so...
The first sacrifice of the day arrived.