Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Guerrilla Fan Meeting
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The first opponent in the viewer participation event was from Bronze tier.
Considering that if a too-high tier showed up right from the start and we lost, the viewers' excitement would plummet, this level was just right.
"You joined really smoothly."
"Pick whatever champion you want, and I'll go with Yunyangi."
I said that and adjusted the runes that apply additional effects to the champion.
Since I wasn't using skills anyway, I ditched the magic-related ones and picked runes related to auto attacks.
"Time limit is 10 minutes, no health potions allowed, first to get a solo kill or 80 CS wins, got it?"
I didn't need to hear the confirmation, so I waited until the opponent picked their champion.
[Miss Fortune]
One of the representative "click champs"—relatively simple to control—among ranged dealer champions.
"Looks like you did some research. This guy's serious."
I could see they were desperate to win.
And so the first game began.
—Pok.
Right after the minions arrived, as I poked forward a bit, the opponent immediately hit me with an auto attack, showing aggression.
"You can't just mindlessly auto-attack like that here."
Early level minions are gods.
Rather than me taking one or two autos from the opponent, it was worse for them to step up, trade damage, and get their health bar shredded by ranged minions.
Unlike the chat, after hearing me, the opponent showed slightly more timid movements afterward.
Well, truthfully, steadily eating minions and gaining XP to level skills would make them stronger much faster than me, who couldn't use skills, so it wasn't a bad choice.
Of course.
That only held if their positioning was perfect.
"At this rate, I want to give you the ticket, but I can't, viewer."
Thinking they'd lose on CS difference like this, the opponent tried to clear the wave hard and initiate trades with me.
But what they overlooked was that my Yunyangi doesn't use magic or anything.
—Pok. Pok. Pok. Pok. Pok.
The opponent's already worn-down health bar started depleting even faster.
And at the same time, my attack speed ramped up.
If it were a proper ADC, they'd have leveraged Miss Fortune's range advantage over Yunyangi and punished me, but if they could, they wouldn't be Bronze.
In the end, as the Miss Fortune who burned Flash first to escape, I responded with my own Flash and shoved an Ignite proc with an auto attack.
"Next!"
Right as my words ended, Miss Fortune's death log popped up.
I created a new room again, and viewers kept pouring in.
Bronze, Silver, Master—various tiers came, but none solo-killed me.
"This is messing up my plans. So disappointing."
"Viewers, how are you feeling right now?"
"Guess people really need to vent stress to live."
"Oh, this ticket?"
I peeled off the ticket stuck in front of the cam, held it in my hand, and waved it around.
It was an invite ticket, gold and sparkling like a gold bar.
To viewers, it probably wasn't much different.
"They say good things come to those who live kindly, so I'm giving it via lottery to a kind viewer."
The criterion was someone who never got blinded or temp-banned even once.
"And the winner, we'll autopsy their chat history, so only confident ones write 'ticket' in chat for the next 5 minutes."
"Oh, and separately from chat, unhealthy nicknames get cut too."
That halved them again.
With help from the broadcast manager ST assigned me, I ran the lottery, and one nickname appeared on screen.
"Eun-seol's Friend For Real, congrats to you."
Almost no chat history, and what there was, was clean.
They even started watching my stream on the first day I did solo queue climb.
A root of roots among viewers.
"Then, I'll hand it to you personally in front of the stadium on match day."
"Oh, and anyone who wants to come can. I'll be sightseeing around until an hour before the match starts."
To the viewer's chat, I declared confidently.
"I'm not even wearing a hat—how could you not recognize me?"
If they couldn't, they didn't qualify as a viewer.
Anyway, today's stream came to an end like that.
The day of the ST vs. Milky Way S match.
The stadium was bustling with people, and around it were outdoor shops and event zones selling Rock merch everywhere.
The stadium was definitely big, so the side attractions felt much more abundant.
Since I arrived early, I thought I'd look around before viewers showed up, but then I heard someone calling my name from afar.
"Eun-seol!"
Turning around in surprise at the familiar voice, there was Eun-chae, whom I only saw at school.
"How'd you get here?"
"I'm the winner."
Seeing her beaming smile, it seemed Eun-chae really was 'Eun-seol's Friend For Real'.
"...Your nickname is pretty straightforward."
"Hehe."
"But why didn't you contact me first?"
"Wanted to surprise you!"
Yeah.
You succeeded big time.
No wonder her tier rose so fast after I taught her a couple concepts—not just smarts, but she must've watched my streams a lot.
"Award for the passionate, diligent, kind viewer."
Well, Eun-chae was top-tier among viewers anyway.
So I smiled and handed her the golden ticket.
"So, who you cheering for?"
"Me? Obviously ST."
"...But why's the inside of your clothes Milky Way?"
Need ST uniform.
Decision on snatching the ticket or making her wear uniform depends on the answer.
"Only uniform at home was this! Oppa throws the ones he gets from team around."
"...Huh?"
"Oh, you didn't know? That match against Milky Way? The mid you completely crushed was my oppa."
Hmm.
Suddenly feel sorry.