Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Let's Hit Enter Again
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Saturday, 3:30 AM.
Even after those who'd reveled through Friday night had sweetly slipped into bed, my 200-strong suicide squad and I were still grinding away at Solo Queue.
Current win rate: 90%.
In the middle, due to viewer uproar, I went mid as a support champion, and everyone except me trolled, so we lost.
I got solo kills in lane, but with a champ whose kit fundamentally can't carry, what can you do?
"Queue's starting to take forever now."
Anyway, winning this game means total victory over the viewers.
After waiting forever, the final queue popped.
"Not sleeping?"
Mom, who'd stayed up, poked her head into my room.
The chat, which had slowed down at dawn, lit up again.
But contrary to worries, out came unexpected words from Mrs. Jang.
"Daughter, how high's your tier now?"
"...Huh?"
"You were Silver last time. Seeing you grind till dawn, you hit Gold, right?"
Dad might talk tiers, but Mom fluently dropping them mixed with dawn brain fog caused cognitive dissonance. At least she wasn't stopping the game.
Separate from the fire-attribute good daughter's whining, she seemed to have quietly supported her daughter's passion.
"Uh... Win this and it's Diamond tier."
"Already? I searched online—some folks stay Silver or Gold for a year..."
"I'm just that good."
"But Mom, this is live..."
Final game, so I picked Bruiser after seeing enemy picks—all squishy damage dealers.
Anyway, I angled the cam to show just the keyboard briefly.
But Mom said it's fine and reset the cam.
"Don't worry. Mom doesn't know LOC but knows streaming."
"...Huh?"
"Why do you think we had pro streaming gear?"
"......"
Figures the top-tier setup was hers.
I thought parents bought it when I said I was streaming—not LOC specifically.
Turns out it was inherited.
"Show me chat?"
Chat auto-censored instantly.
Seeing them act all sweet was kinda cute.
"Chat's so clean?"
"All good people."
"Still, watch your words. Got it?"
"Yes. Yes."
"Mom knows you're good, so hit Diamond promo and tell me at dinner tomorrow."
After that commonplace yet rare motherly concern, my door closed firmly again.
"You held back so well, here's 10 seconds of the real chat."
I smacked 3-day bans on line-crossers after scanning chat.
"Oops. I might not know, but Mom says no."
How'd she know after going to bed? Parents always know.
Anyway, with cleaner chat now, I started the final game before ending stream.
The moment ten portraits loaded, I checked nicknames.
"Familiar faces again."
Masters on main bullying a middle schooler with smurfs till 3 AM—what kinda life? No need to dwell.
"...Fucking."
But support not buying support items and stealing mid CS crosses the line.
"You shameless bastards!"
Tried clean living post-new life, no swearing to avoid bans, but they're dragging me back.
No point talking to them, so I pretended rage and recalled.
Just barely in XP range, of course.
Right before minions burned, I dove the grinning enemy pushing wave.
Support had no time to assist—solo kill in a flash.
Both about to hit 3.
When HPs were still squishy, flash kill.
"Duo, so if I hang back, they'll push up obviously?"
Me home-Teleporting, they'd excitedly voice/text but no counter thought.
Result: that.
I precisely last-hit next wave considering support skill/AD, took minion gold, Teleported bot.
"Support dickhead, farm mid."
My champ's an assassin wall-hopping no-CD.
Early, but play to purpose.
Luckily ADC normal, struggled sans support, rotated happily, our support sent theirs packing—easy kill gift while mindlessly pushing.
"Top next."
Ban phase or whatever, irrelevant.
What matters: secure kills.
Overwhelmingly, no late-game for them.
Chat showed surrender—I hit saved Flash.
Camera zipped to enemy nexus—boom.
Hit confirm—Platinum frame shifted to gleaming Diamond.
—Clank!
"F...u...c...k...!"
Did it.
Before champ expired, broke enemy spirit sans 2 trolls—forcing surrender.
They were about to rally with value, but nah.
I beat the trolls.
"So much happened..."
Tier aside, sense of accomplishment hits.
But before more joy, one last thing.
You started it.
Self-defense.