Chapter 272
Chapter 272
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 272
Chapter Title: Episode 88. Those Who Meet Shall Part (7)
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"Huh?"
"...What's he doing?"
The viewers watching the broadcast furrowed their brows.
Suddenly, White started acting bizarre.
With the camera capturing the entire team, he began picking his nose.
"What the...?"
"Uh......"
But the weird behavior was just getting started.
Supers rarely choke.
So, a certain sword genius from the Yong family felt utterly awful when he did while drinking water.
It happened right after a raid ended. He was dragging his injured body to the hospital, waiting for his check-up, when Team Coin posted a defamatory article about Team Lair. He casually took a sip of water, saw the news, got shocked and furious, and the water went down the wrong pipe.
That's how it happened.
White unscrewed a water bottle and pressed the rim to his nose.
He started drinking through his nose, but of course, that wasn't going to work properly. Soon, he was coughing and spewing water from his nose and mouth.
"Cough! Cough!"
The chat flooded with question marks as team members awkwardly laughed, trying to smooth things over.
Yet the antics didn't stop.
A petite female super from the hollow city of Erpan actually wasn't satisfied with this situation yet. She believed true revenge required violence. Like when she punched Summer in the nose, making it bleed, or bit her ear, drawing blood. Deep down, she wanted to grab a knife and slice off a wrist.
That's how it happened.
Slap! A sharp sound rang out.
White suddenly smacked his own face with his palm.
Everyone watching jumped in shock again. But this time, a quick-witted teammate threw out an improv.
"Y-Yeah, you tell him, White! Slap some sense into yourself!"
"R-Right! Don't drink water through your nose! You've been acting weird..."
That improv fell flat.
Blood started trickling from his nose.
How hard had he hit himself with all his strength?
The live chat filled with question marks again.
The production team panicked, debating whether to cut the broadcast. The assistant director urgently asked the PD if they should stop the live feed. But the PD, looking on the verge of tears, shook his head.
Before resuming the broadcast, White had insisted they not cut it no matter what.
Around then, someone asked the son of the world No. 1 ranker to make White do something too.
He shook his head and dodged. I'm good. It's fine.
But with everyone pressing him, he tossed out a casual line.
"Ppingyung, do that thing."
Ppingyung?
"You know, that one...!"
Ppingyung!
The young supers glanced back and forth between Gaeul and the chick. They'd seen "that" a few times before, and their eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Gaeul apparently couldn't read the chick's expression. The chick had just said no.
But as Gaeul kept insisting, Ppingyung desperately tried to explain it didn't want to.
Ppingyung ppingyung...! (It's humiliating!)
But Gaeul still couldn't understand the chick's words.
"Yeah, yeah! That one!"
Ppi-yak! (What? No!)
She used to be so respectful, calling it guardian deity or whatever. Guess they'd gotten close while she wasn't watching. The chick protested.
On the contrary, Gaeul misunderstood, thinking the chick didn't understand, and decided to demonstrate.
She started wiggling her hips and butt side to side.
"This! You know it, right?"
Ppi-uk. (Damn it.)
"Come on, quick. Or no dinner?"
Ppingyung...! (How dare you say that...!)
The chick went Uh? for a moment before Gaeul grabbed it and plopped it on the office desk.
It really didn't want to, but with all eyes on it now, escape was impossible. Resigned, Ppingyung shook its yellow fluffy butt cheeks left and right.
"Ahahaha!"
"Kyaa――!"
Yong Tae-ha and Ling-ling laughed until they could barely breathe.
On the screen right behind the chick.
White had climbed on the desk and was doing some bizarre butt dance.
That was Tyr Blazenk's command.
By then, the atmosphere at the shoot was in shambles.
A fed-up teammate dragged White down. White yelled not to stop him. Then teammates who'd long resented his lone-wolf attitude shouted back.
"Are you insane?! Get down, you bastard!"
"Let go! I said let go! You have no idea why I'm doing this, do you? You useless pieces of trash!"
"Hey! Watch your mouth!"
"I've always thought it, but you guys are zero help! Got it?!"
A super's balance sense turned comical. White teetered like he might fall but didn't.
Then, seemingly losing his mind, White started insulting the viewers.
"Had enough of gawking!? Why are so many of you watching this crap? Get lost! Leave the channel!"
The comments poured in so fast they were unreadable.
The PD felt the world spinning.
Unable to tell if it was a dream or reality, he looked for the assistant director.
"Hey. This a dream, right?"
"Huh? Should we just... cut it?"
No answer. He turned to see the faint-hearted assistant director had already fainted.
In that instant, it felt like the sky was collapsing. Thinking about what the Mage Tower would say made his head spin. Even though it wasn't his fault. They'd blame him for not stopping it.
Meanwhile, the news crews watched with even more interest. This was juicier than the earlier live. The famous, oh-so-great 'White McDonald' seemed to have lost his mind! Perfect real-time scoop material for superhuman news.
Viewers were the same. White's antics spread across global communities, drawing in internet warriors who loved picking fights. The chat became a warzone of sobbing fans, laughing trolls, insults flying—total chaos.
Overall, public opinion turned negative.
That's when White started running off somewhere.
Actually a relief. Teammates yelled at the PD to end the live while explaining to viewers.
Once far enough, White spoke into his in-ear mic.
"Hey! Uh, how long do I have to keep this up!?"
― Almost done.
"Still more? You... Why are you doing this to me!? Huh? Why me... What did I do wrong......"
Some laughter came through distorted. Didn't sound like one person.
― Do you think I'm doing this out of malice toward you?
"......"
― If I really wanted to bury you, it wouldn't be like this. I told you—if you do as I say, I won't make it public.
He knew better than anyone what would happen if they blew it up publicly.
White burst into tears. The key part of his hard-earned career was crumbling for no reason.
Beyond salvage.
― Go back.
But it was unavoidable. Still suicidal, White returned to his spot with a calmer expression. Fortunately, the broadcast hadn't stopped.
― Repeat exactly what I say from now on.
White parroted his words.
"I'm sorry for causing a scene......"
The onlookers' faces darkened.
What the hell was this now?
"First, regarding our team's wrongdoing...... we'll explain......"
The teammates jolted in shock.
"We have... colluded with Team Coin and certain media outlets...... indirectly slandering other teams......"
White began to cry.
"......That's the case. We apologize for this. To Team Mochi, Team Lair, Team Gluon, Team Volcano...... and others harmed by our false smears and defamation... we apologize once more...... Sorry......"
The teammates' faces turned ashen.
The previous antics were messy, but this was on another level.
What the fuck was this mad bastard confessing?
"Hey! Shut that fucker up!"
A desperate teammate lunged to cover White's mouth.
Then a command came through White's ear: 'Don't get caught.'
As the young men tangled and fought, White used magic to shove them away. Boom! Teammates flew sideways. Nearby cameras toppled or shattered.
In the stunned silence, White spoke again.
No anger now. With a soulless expression, he said,
"As of today, White will... cease all personal social activities, including SNS and broadcasts......"
"I'll return to my roots...... focus on missions as a superhuman. And give my all to raids......"
White let out a long sigh.
"Once more, to the teams harmed by me...... Team Mochi, Team Lair, Team Gluon, Team Volcano...... I offer my apologies......"
Fuuu...
This sigh was even longer.
Some diehard 'brainsplintered for White' fans thought he was putting on a show for a conscience confession.
Not true. By now, White realized his hellish ordeal was finally over—and felt relief.
All sorts of thoughts flooded in. What now? What'll the Mage Tower say? Closing SNS... Parents? How to cut ties with these Team Coin bastards cleanly?
And which backstabbing son of a bitch betrayed him...
Then a voice interrupted.
― Don't bother looking. You'll die.
"...Yes."
― And closing time.
"...Huh?"
― Said you'd show magic swordsmanship.
So White looked around and spotted a plastic knife by the live celebration cake.
In the devastated set, a few cameras still filmed him. Amid the chaos of people running around, White spoke.
"Finally, as promised earlier, I'll show the magic swordsmanship."
He picked up the plastic knife.
Wind energy gathered on the blade.
White cleaved a camera in half.
The live broadcast ended there.
Team Lair was in full party mode.