Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: I'm Still Hungry
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We all jumped up from our seats and hugged without a second thought.
And seeing the teammates scattering right after made me burst out laughing naturally.
"Why run?"
"Thought you didn't know before."
"You're malicious now that you do."
I giggled at the bottom duo and Hunter's remarks, sharing the joy with Plook who'd bolted early.
"Hug?"
"No."
"FYI, by my standards this ain't hardware."
Did Plook ever hear "no hardware" in his past life 'cause he missed LOCK Cup?
Even if 3rd div counts as official, for players above a certain level, escaping no-hardware means nothing less than LOC Worlds win.
"You'd do the same."
Plook shook his head like he knew it, retreating to the coach.
As the chaotic vibe settled, the casters smoothly rallied fan cheers and encouragement.
Milky Way exited to applause.
Back in LOC's end days, losses drew heavy flames, but 3rd div with young players softens that.
Seeing teary NV, bet Eun-chae's screenshotting to roast him.
Anyway.
Now the stage was ours alone.
"Let's go."
More precisely.
The ornate Master League trophy rising from the floor was the only other thing.
Venue size mattered; trophy absent before now fully risen at perfect grab height.
"Ooh."
Unlike LOCK Cup, handles on both sides, bit smaller.
But size didn't matter now.
"Eun-seol, you got it?"
"How much gym I put her through? Gotta."
"My wrist's snapping."
"Resting months anyway. Fine if it breaks after."
The one who should care most about his body says that—mind-boggling, but who else lifts?
Just modest deflection; no intent not to.
So I gripped both handles firmly, meeting expectations.
"One."
No agreement, but at my count, all ready.
"Two."
Venue heating up.
"Three!"
Lift with all might on cue.
Fan roars rang in my ears.
Always, trophy-lift moment: envy-free.
Announcer on stage kicks off.
"Lemme hold it too."
"Line up. Line."
Players to coach all held and posed plenty, but itching mid-announce means trophy magic.
Amid chaos, announcer presses on.
Cheers swell at "interview"—fans transparent.
"FAM please."
Audience erupted in laughter instantly.
"ST better than Milky Way, so we won. Qualified to lift trophy."
Facts.
Even inconsistent bot solid, G2 carry-worthy.
Top and Hunter? Lips hurt praising.
"Team dinner on me. Might not cover, so personal funds too."
Teammates' faces went weird.
"If not enough, what we eatin'?"
"Dunno."
"She miscount zeros?"
Had to ask announcer.
"Huh?"
Sponsor plug slick; I blanked half.
10 million won.
More than past life LOCK Finals MVP.
"This is 3rd div."
"That's why."
"Team win prize then?"
"3 bil."
"......"
This scene's scale hit home.
"Hey."
"What now."
"This counts as hardware too?"
Even LOC Worlds didn't give that.
I did it twice, know.
Whispering, announcer skips tension, rushes MVP.
I took the plated MVP trophy, beaming.
Golden Master trophy matched perfectly, cute.
"Bite test?"
"Plated—you'll chip tooth."
Couldn't resist.
Grinned at lens, nibbling trophy lightly.