A Fair and Square Showdown
A fair and square match. The fact that Seola was a real woman was something that was incredibly hard for Lord of the Warrior players to believe. Just think back on all the atrocities she'd committed up to now. What kind of crazy bitch would grief like that while typing netkama bullshit in chat? Seola's signature chats, stuffed full of her gross emotes, had the power to make anyone who saw them convinced she couldn't possibly be a woman.
The romantic macho man, Kang Manbok, was one of those shocked by the revelation that Seola was a woman.
Fuck, she was really a chick? That psycho?
He was the type who had to confirm rumors with his own eyes to be satisfied. Soon enough, he stumbled upon the photo of Seola circulating in the community, and he muttered to himself without thinking.
"Whoa, holy shit. Whoa, look at those..."
Whatever else, those massive tits with their insane presence that you couldn't hide even if you tried—seeing them confirmed the leaked photo was definitely Seola herself.
"...Tch."
Kang Manbok swallowed without realizing it.
The community users who saw Seola's photo split into two main reactions.
1. She's pretty and has huge boobs, so we can forgive her.
2. No, Seola's still a trashy no-manners player.
Kang Manbok had been dazed for a moment, smacking his lips as he admired the photo, but no matter what anyone said, he was one of the users who hated Seola more than anyone. Her being a woman changed nothing. He wanted revenge on her somehow.
Of course, thanks to his fight with Seola, Kang Manbok had gained massive indirect benefits. His current ranking was 56th—an average spot, but the huge impact of his clash with her had skyrocketed him into one of the top corporate streamers in Lord of the Warrior, countable on three fingers.
He'd benefited from Seola's fame, but his macho character, overflowing with pure romance, had clearly left a strong impression on viewers too.
The reason he'd lost to Seola last time wasn't because she'd used items cowardly or because he'd given her time to buff. It was because he'd let his guard down.
His defenders said that if it'd been a fair fight, he'd have won for sure.
But Kang Manbok cleanly acknowledged his defeat. His thinking differed a bit from the crowd's.
Well... maybe expecting a 'fair and square' fight from a no-manners griefer like her was the mistake from the start.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. To beat Seola, he had to abandon 'fair and square'—abandon romance.
But for Kang Manbok, who lived and died by romance, giving it up was the same as abandoning his identity and reason for existing.
No matter how much he craved revenge on Seola, he couldn't bring himself to ditch his romance.
So he thought: Last time, he'd stepped onto her stage. Next time, just lure her onto his stage.
A stage where she absolutely couldn't pull any cowardly shit—a purely fair and square one.
The opportunity came faster than expected. She turned on her stream and headed for a conquest battle.
Any other fight, maybe not—but in a 100v100 small-scale conquest, the 1v1 fair fight he'd dreamed of against Seola was possible.
My mere existence must've been such a huge disruption that my team ended up changing strategies. They put the tank line up front and went full defensive, babysitting the warriors as much as possible.
Hmm. Well, not great. Scratch that—it's straight-up garbage.
Throwing away our team's strength in raw firepower to cover our weaknesses? ...They were digging their own graves because they were that scared of me?
As the battle started, my teammates formed up as planned and advanced.
Whatever. I broke off from the group and charged straight ahead.
Breaking formation and roaming the battlefield is super risky.
Whiiiish! Like arrows flying at you, for instance.
Pabababam! Or turning into a pincushion from the mages' ice spikes.
Still, we had some distance from the enemy lines, so I dodged the ranged dealers' checks and headed for the center of the field.
Location looks good.
Without a second's hesitation, I jammed a knife into my own throat. My HP dropped below half in one go.
Lord of the Warrior is hyper-realistic. Blood gushed from the stabbed neck, and my sticky blood started soaking the ground red.
Once. Twice. Three times. Five times total stabbing my carotid—I'd drenched the battlefield center in my blood before I knew it.
Of course, my teammates weren't just gonna watch my shady antics.
(In Belianur Plains)
Indeed. As the team chat said, the enemy suspected my fishy moves and avoided the center, taking the side path instead.
They'd tacitly agreed to clash on the side path. That turned the carefully planned terrain strategy into a chaotic brawl where all that mattered was positioning.
Rather than get played by me, both teams opted for a skill-less physical slugfest.
Why would I make a funeral face when everything's going so perfectly?
Soon, both teams met on the side path, avoiding the blood-soaked center. Right as the front lines were about to smash together, someone cranked their voice chat and yelled.
"Now!"
Yeah. Timing's perfect.
(In Belianur Plains)
Berserker advantage: So few players pick it that nobody knows the skills.
Berserker skills revolve around 'blood,' naturally—including ones that move it.
I shifted the blood I'd splattered everywhere to the clash point. There was so much from my self-harm that it covered both teams.
Then I triggered Blood Explosion.
Blood Explosion
Blood Explosion. Unlike Blood Fountain, which just causes dizziness, this is a wide-area debuff that's more threatening and expansive. The massive blood requirement is tricky, and since it's AoE, you gotta be careful not to hit your team—but whatever. Do I care if they eat it?
Confusion status: All player names turn red, making friend-or-foe impossible.
Blindness status: Vision fully blocked for a duration.
Exposure to Blood Explosion inflicts both.
Translation: Now they have to kill each other.
'PhillipSeymour' has been killed by 'PlusUltra'!
Teamkill Penalty! Reward points deducted by 500.
(In Hall of the Dead)
(In Belianur Plains)
'Curae' has been killed by 'Financy'!
[Teamkill Penalty! Reward points deducted by 500.]
(In Hall of the Dead)
'EvaEtara' has been killed by 'SlurpChomp'!
[Teamkill Penalty! Reward points deducted by 500.]
……
…
When the chaos ended, only a handful of ranged dealers and ragdoll tanks remained. Yeah, just scraps.
Cleaning up stragglers as a fully buffed Berserker? Easy.
You gotta win the game even when griefing. I'd slammed AoE on my team, so my score probably took a hit too. Time to make it back.
Oh, the teamkillers get nothing, of course.
Feeling relief and glee at my successful grief, I mopped up the rest.
Enemy left: One guy. Allies left: ...5?
Wait, that's too few? Something's wrong.
And the ally count started dropping live: 4. 3. 2... 1. Just me.
That's when it hit.
Boom, boom, boom!
From our team's backline, three earth-shaking roars.
Looking over, I got why it was 1v1.
A full-HP Barbarian, just like me.
Kang Manbok, who'd wiped our backline, glaring at me with burning eyes.
Uh. Th-this is kinda scary.