Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Character Creation and Auto-Streaming
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1.
Games.
It was a concept Hae Eung-eung hadn't touched in the past twenty years.
What kind of games were there in the murim world, anyway?
Skipping stones.
Playing with air.
Rock-paper-scissors.
All primitive pastimes.
She might have joyfully used an item that popped up from some ruin as a "primitive artifact," claiming it was a fateful encounter.
But old-fashioned games weren't the stuff of romance.
Arcade classics.
Mobile gacha games.
PC dot games.
There wasn't a single game that could compete with those.
'I didn't even have the leisure to play in the first place.'
There had been too many enemies in the murim world.
Too much revenge to carry out.
Things were different now.
All her grudges and debts had been settled.
She had decided to grant herself a break until the mid-October gate tour.
And conveniently, there was a recommended game developer.
Jua Young: A Simulacra game would suit you perfectly, sis! It's a physical game, so it's advantageous for Awakeners.
Physical prowess.
In games, physical prowess meant the ability to quickly kill enemies and beat them down effectively.
Quick aiming.
Headshot accuracy.
Shot grouping.
Spacing control.
Close-quarters combat ability, and so on.
Physical prowess encompassed many elements, but a gamer didn't need to be a knight or sniper themselves.
Reality was reality.
Games were games.
They were fundamentally different.
Virtual reality games were another story.
They read brainwaves, sure.
But what they controlled was the body in the virtual world.
The know-how of using one's body.
Body techniques or martial arts.
The physical skills needed for combat.
All of them were fields where real-world experience provided a massive edge.
And Hae Eung-eung was a murim warrior.
She had accumulated combat experience far beyond any modern person.
In other words, she already met most of the physical requirements for virtual reality games at an expert level.
That confidence led straight to a bold purchase.
Now it was time to face her own talents head-on.
2.
Thick, spreading mist.
Beyond the hazy visibility, vast farmlands and a dilapidated castle emerged.
A battlefield.
A riverbank stained with blood.
Humans wielding spears and swords, and bizarre yokai.
The high-angle view that began in the sky descended along the riverbank, arriving at a winding gorge.
Roaaar...
A blood-soaked waterfall.
As the view plunged into the deep gorge, narration overlaid the scene.
"An era of prolonged war between humans and yokai."
"A gorge shrouded in thick mist."
"Deep in that valley, a den of impure outcasts hiding from human footsteps."
"We call this Half-Demon Gorge."
"Powerful yokai of mighty bloodlines."
"Weak but stable-blooded humans."
"Half-human, half-yokai who could fit into neither human nor yokai society."
"Beings who had to become cruel to survive."
"Half-yokai closer to beasts than human or yokai."
"A stranger has arrived here."
"Is he a mighty predator?"
"A new kin to become one of the half-yokai?"
"Or mere prey to become a single meal?"
"It all depends on your choices."
"Now speak."
"Tell us who you are."
⟨ Opening Cinematic ⟩
'The opening video is no joke.'
The gorge's entrance.
The view halted before a narrow path.
The roaring waterfall,
the chilling wind—
All froze in a gray, paused world, and a selection window appeared.
There was only one story character available for initial selection.
It was clearly a game with substantial volume.
Unlock stronger or more useful characters by starting weak.
A high-difficulty game aiming for full clear.
Multiple playthroughs were assumed.
But that sparked anticipation rather than fatigue—a masterpiece that perfectly conveyed the feel of a grand work.
'Worlds apart from the last game I played twenty years ago.'
Before being half-forcibly dragged into the murim world.
Back when she was still "he."
The last game she'd played was an MMORPG.
Flooded with cash items.
Gacha pulls for a 1% chance at desired items.
A typical Korean RPG she'd quit not out of boredom, but regret for the time sunk in.
She never imagined high-quality VR games like this would emerge back then.
A wave of nostalgia washed over her.
'Here I am, getting all sentimental over a game. What am I thinking?'
Her eyes returned to the default character.
The kind she'd wish to possess if transmigrating into the murim world.
A ferocious-looking man who could slaughter ten people with raw strength alone, no inner energy needed.
Tall and heavily muscled.
A tank.
A macho type.
The classic muscle dude character was right there.
'What a shame. If only I'd lived in a body like that from the start.'
Even now, the chance to claim that sturdy male body—in-game only—was offered.
But she deliberately ignored the bulky muscles and chose another option.
The pitch-black silhouette—like a culprit's shadow in a classic detective comic—reverted to her real form.
Long, flowing hair.
Smooth skin.
A chest one size smaller.
Still an alluring figure.
Icy, frost-like eyes.
Lips firmly pressed in a straight line.
This was now undeniably 'me.'
'For the first playthrough, play in Reality Mode with your real body as much as possible,' Jua Young had said.
Synchronization rate was one's talent in the virtual world.
A gamer's aptitude.
To minimize the gap between real and virtual bodies,
use a body with conditions as close to reality as possible.
Low synchronization brought hefty penalties.
An attack you'd barely dodged in your head hits your face.
A strike you thought landed whiffs far to the side.
Nothing more maddening.
Character selection wrapped up easily.
The unexpected hurdle was bloodlines.
Anyone who'd suffered a horrific ordeal carried some trauma.
Hae Eung-eung had trauma from selecting blessings or restrictions.
One wrong concept choice, and she'd suffered twenty years in murim, still dealing with Nine Yin Vein Blockage Blockage or Mute Syndrome.
Logically, picking a blessing was fine, but instinctual revulsion was unavoidable.
The beginner-friendly national blessing set for Half-Demon Gorge.
The three starter blessings.
[Strength Enhancement 1]
[Running 1]
[Vision Enhancement 1]
She skipped bloodline selection entirely with her stock body, untouched by any.
Names.
Hae Eung-eung stared at the blinking cursor in the input field with a face full of opinions.
How many Earth transmigrators had suffered from one bad name choice?
Magogdong Bat.
Man-Killer-Rapist.
Heavenly Demon Super Man.
Countless transmigrators faced treatment as unorthodox thugs or Demonic Cult spies in the central plains murim due to their names.
'I barely dodged that bullet myself.'
Her original planned nickname had been He-eung.
Thankfully, no "He" surname existed in the Murim Chronicles, so it auto-corrected to the similar "Hae."
Without that auto-rename,
she'd have endured semi-forced humiliation play in every sparring match, like her senior Angki Motti Oji Golet Itgo.
'I'll make damn sure nothing like that happens.'
A silent swordmaster.
For someone with Mute Syndrome like her, no nickname fit better.
Later options for starting clothes and weapons appeared, but murim folk choices were predictably similar.
Worn warrior robes, a bamboo hat instead of a scholar's cap, and a long sword at the waist.
At last, the game proper began.
3.
When she installed the game,
she'd clicked a button without much thought.
[Agree to All Terms]
A trap every Korean falls for at least once.
That included the auto-streaming clause.
A fact Hae Eung-eung was unaware of.
Unbeknownst to her,
her first-playthrough stream—destined to become legendary newbie footage—went live on V-Tube in real time.