The 1st Gen 1st Anniversary Song Drops November 5th (2)

The MoovGun team cleaned up an entire squad in the blink of an eye, all thanks to the absurd performance of Employee D. The chat that had laughed at her when she declared she’d take first place was now flooded with nothing but gasps of awe.

MoovGun, who had been watching all of this, thought to himself that constantly reading his username out loud was definitely cementing it in people’s minds. Wait… hadn’t he come out here to promote the 1st Gen? Somehow the whole atmosphere felt more like an Employee D showcase. If she suddenly pivoted right now and announced her debut stream, everyone would probably clap and say, “I knew it.”

The slight unease made him quietly ask Mazia, “1stGen1stAnniversarySongNovember5thRelease, you know what comes after this, right?”

But Mazia had apparently sold her soul to the double barrel. She’d been sprinting around like a madwoman looking for enemies ever since the round started. …Looked like there’d be no talking to her until the game was over.

MoovGun followed after her, shifting to a new sniping spot as he spoke. “Wonhyuk. Keep a good eye on her so she doesn’t die.”

[She’s charging in way too recklessly. I can’t even see an angle to follow up…]

“Why? You scared you’ll be the only one who gets cut down if you go in?”

[She’s the one who kicked the door down. I followed her in and it felt like the guys waiting by the door were only going to shoot me.]

It was an incredibly accurate analysis. In reality, Employee D’s attacks were nothing but forward momentum, like a battering ram. Most people trapped in smoke grenades would immediately look for a way to back out, but she simply threw another one in front of her. Her mindset was that she’d rather die than retreat.

That also meant she had absolute confidence in her own shots. Even on a battlefield packed with heavenly-tier players who normally lorded over her.

Maybe it was that sheer confidence, but the former pro MoovGun soon found himself convinced by Mazia’s combat style.

“Don’t follow her in. Just provide covering fire from behind. The person who went inside will handle it.”

[If she dies, we’re the ones who’ll suffer. You make plenty of money just from streaming, so it’s fine for you. I want to eat the prize money!]

“This round’s just a warm-up anyway. And you’ve been watching from behind how 1stGen1stAnniversarySongNovember5thRelease moves the whole time. Can’t you save her by twisting your body a little? As long as that person doesn’t die, we win for sure.”

However, their supporter Park Won-hyuk was already worried about the next round.

[Got it. But… can I say one thing, hyung?]

“Go ahead.”

[Our strategy—well, it’s not even really a strategy at this point—seems completely exposed already. There’s no guarantee the other teams will fall for that same brainless all-in charge next round, is there?]

It was a fair point. It might have looked like Employee D effortlessly smashed through the enemy gates and turned the match into chaos, but everyone here was a heavenly-tier player. In other words, their collapse had been a mistake born from underestimating her. If they had known she could land shots that precise inside a smoke screen, they wouldn’t have been wiped out so pathetically.

Besides, once a strategy had been used against you, it rarely worked a second time. That was exactly why the Moving Crew’s civil wars were so difficult. Any tactic you used once would be countered the very next round.

“Well. 1stGen1stAnniversarySongNovember5thRelease told me not to hold her back. So I’m just going to keep my position. If she runs around brainlessly and dies, that’s on her.”

[…Sigh. Fine. I’ll ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠try my best to keep her alive.]

At that moment, another donation came in.

MoovGun gave a small chuckle and muttered, “Compare apples to apples. Momo’s all bark with no bite. 1stGen1stAnniversarySongNovember5thRelease actually has the skills to back it up. You guys just have no eye for the game.”

Those words properly scratched Mazia while she was running around hunting for prey. Not only had he casually called her “that Momo kid” with clear familiarity, he had even used Mazia as the comparison point while putting down the boss’s skills. How could she not be angry?

Not long after, while MoovGun was scoping the area from atop a cliff, a ting rang out—the sound of a grenade hitting solid stone. Startled, he slid backward in a smooth backdash. Boom!

He dodged quickly enough that his shield wasn’t completely shattered, but two out of three segments were gone. From the direction the grenade had come from, a tall ally’s ID shook left and right like a protest. Then the mic that had been ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠quiet as if it had been turned off suddenly came to life.

[Don’t insult our boss.]

* Of course the news also reached Do-hee, who was busy taking care of the members.

“Boss. Look at this.”

What Operations Team Leader Kang Ji-ho brought was a short clip. It looked like Mazia was going absolutely wild. In more ways than one, it was drawing attention.

“……You might as well just advertise to the whole neighborhood that Momo is a pushover.”

“Hehe. But it’s cute, isn’t it?”

She kept doing these sudden wild things, yet every single one of them triggered raw, genuine laughter. The chat reactions, the news coming in through the community—somehow it all ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠felt like Mazia’s debut broadcast.

Even though the pace was starting to slow a little, the live viewer count kept climbing. The short phrase announcing that a new song would drop on November 5th had already been firmly burned into everyone’s minds. Even if the broadcast ended abruptly right now, the return on ad spend and investment metrics would still be smiling. After all, they hadn’t spent any money, yet they were getting this level of viral marketing. (Dora had drawn the thumbnail, and Jia had drawn all the attention with her sniping.) It wouldn’t have been strange if the finance and PR teams came looking for Mazia asking what on earth she had done.

But Mazia still had one more card left to play—the teaser video she planned to release after the civil war ended. The problem was finding the right timing to drop that final shot. Right now, with all the attention focused entirely on her, releasing it would only leave people with question marks. Some might even get angry and ask, “Huh? Why isn’t this about Employee D debuting?”

She seemed to have noticed that herself, which was why she had delayed the release until after the civil war…

‘I can’t just keep putting it off forever.’

If there was a way to redirect all those gathered eyes, and if Mazia could show it, that would become an important example of how Jia could also shine as an influencer. And that achievement would highlight the presence of the person named Mazia inside the company even more than before.

Everyone knew the company car couldn’t run without the part called Mazia, but if you asked whether she was high-grade talent, not many people would say yes. That was the current reality.

…Perhaps that perception could change completely.

The warm-up round ended. The result?

In the end, using the two-man carry meta, MoovGun and Mazia took turns hard-carrying the team to first place. While preparing for the main event, every team agreed on one common cause of defeat: “We underestimated Employee D too much.”

In reality, every team that tried to counter her charge ended up with one person dropping instantly, causing a total collapse. Their formation crumbled and they were laid out by MoovGun’s razor-sharp supporting fire.

However, just as their supporter Park Won-hyuk had said earlier, the prevailing opinion was that they only lost because it was the first round. Now that they knew how she pushed in, they could simply keep distance and hunt her like a rabbit. There was no way they could lose.

MoovGun, however, held the exact opposite opinion.

“Let’s keep going like this. Feels good.”

Mazia shot back bluntly. [Feels good? Your covering fire was complete garbage.]

At this point even MoovGun could tell he was on Mazia’s bad side. It really felt like she wasn’t just any old Momo anti—she was one of the worst ones. Still, he had two years of internet broadcasting experience now. He knew exactly how to open the WWE.

“Was it? I thought your rushing was pretty terrible.”

[Then who got more kills?]

“You’re bringing up kills here?”

“Ha, you’re forcing me into serious mode again.”

Ignoring the teasing chat, MoovGun spoke. “1stGen1stAnniversarySongNovember5thRelease. Since the topic ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠came up, how about a kill bet for the next three rounds?”

It was a sudden question expecting an accidental acceptance, but Mazia didn’t fall for it.

[I thought the next round was the final one.]

“No, I want to do the kill bet. One round feels too little. Single elimination has too many variables. How about two extra rounds? Real final, super real final?”

[No thanks.]

The chat’s public opinion had turned into people trying to coax and soothe the person who said no. It wasn’t every day you saw someone with decent skill boldly standing their ground in front of MoovGun. It looked like they had brought in an experienced broadcaster for a comedy skit, and it was fascinating to watch.

Riding the favorable public opinion, MoovGun shouted, “Kids, she’s clearly showing sincerity. You’re not seriously trying to order a busy person around for free, are you?”

[That’s because you, MoovGun—]

“Hurry, hurry. What are you doing not putting up a mission? Hurry! What if the next round starts? Once this next round ends, the civil war is over for today?”

Jingle.

When Mazia saw the mission, she muttered, [You can’t just increase the number of rounds however you want without consulting the other participants.]

MoovGun immediately shot back. “What are you talking about? We normally play at least four rounds each. Today we’re only doing two because 1stGen1stAnniversarySongNovember5thRelease is busy.”

Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle.

Maybe because there were over thirty thousand people watching, the donations were piling up at an incredible speed.

Even though donations were coming in one or five thousand won at a time, it broke a million won in an instant. But was Mazia the kind of person who would be swayed by money? The reason she had appeared on Rain’s stream before was because actual profit went to Rain and it helped her climb the donation rankings. Pazizik displayed daily, weekly, and monthly donation rankings on the main page. Thanks to the 4.25 million won she had earned that day, Rain had shot up both the daily and weekly rankings, bringing in a huge influx of new viewers.

But a mission on MoovGun’s stream? Why should she accept? Even if she did, it would only put her on MoovGun’s donation ranking.

So even if the mission money reached ten million won, there was no reason to accept.

[I’m sorry, but I won’t be taking the mission.]

…But.

What if she could receive something other than money?

[However, I am open to accepting something other than a mission.]

MoovGun stroked his chin, then nodded enthusiastically. “Something else, huh. If there’s something you want, go ahead and tell me.”

She had been aware from the moment the broadcast started that she had become the center of the issue. However, the attention pouring onto her? That wasn’t Mazia’s concern. The reason she had stayed mostly silent while playing was because she had been thinking the entire time.

[After today’s civil war ends, please continue with a Parallel song world cup.]

She had been figuring out how to redirect all this attention back to the 1st Gen.