Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Bickering Synergy
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Saturday evening. Today was Lulu's Battle of Legends stream.
Battle of Legends, commonly known as BoL—or "Bol"—was Korea's most popular PC online game.
Five players formed a team to smash the enemy towers and destroy their base. Simple rules.
With a massive roster of characters and insane addictiveness, it was no wonder it topped the charts.
The catch? BoL was a strict five-player team game.
Ever heard the saying? "When five people gather, one of 'em's trash."
Line from some anime character. And no game embodied it like BoL.
Invariably, at least one out of five starts spewing curses, tanking the vibe. Someone bites back, tempers flare, and it spreads like a virus.
Next thing you know, you're the one raging mid-game.
Hence the nickname: the "Disease Game."
And Lulu was diving into this plague today.
Obviously, she wasn't solo queuing.
"Aris~!"
"Lulu~ Lulu hi, Lulu hi~"
Aris—the ace gamer of Sweet Nightmare, a certified pro.
She was a BoL regular too.
Tier? High Diamond. Top 1% material.
Lulu? Bronze 2. Bottom 40%, give or take.
...Generous estimate, really. Pin it down, and she's scraping the bottom 2 to 30%.
High-tier smurfs and casual rank-oncers inflate the lows.
Top smurfs count as padding too, sure—but mid-to-high backups outnumber 'em, dragging her that low.
Point is, Lulu stank at this game.
"Aris, you can carry me, right?"
"Duh~ Of course~"
"Hehe, room incoming~"
Lulu went full maknae aegyo on her fellow girl, whipped up a lobby, and invited Aris.
Aris joined—and clocked the red flag instantly.
"Uh, Lulu? This is ranked?"
"Ranked carry, plz!"
"Lulululu... We can't duo like this."
"Huh?"
"Tiers are four rungs apart."
BoL blocked duo queues two tiers or more apart to curb smurf farming.
Lulu's shiny new ranked lobby? Dead on arrival with Aris.
"Eh...?"
"Oh, Lulu!! One minute into collab and you're already cockblocking!?"
"Dang it...! Not cockblock! Just... wrong lobbyyy~!"
"'Wrong lobby'? You literally begged for ranked carry! Cockblock Lulu!"
"Ugh, forget it! Normal mode remake!! And I'm not cockblock!"
"You are~ Can't game~ Dumb as rocks~! Cockblock Lulu!!"
"Nooo!!"
One minute in, and they were already skitting up a storm—chemistry on point.
Aris ruthlessly roasting the tiny slip-up. Lulu firing back with perfect spice.
That's why I dug their vibe.
Mei had solid chem too, but Aris just fit Lulu better as a partner.
Mei leaned ASMR and chill chats over games, so... yeah.
Anyway, post-chaos, they geared up again...
"So, Lulu—one win and bounce?"
"Psh~ That's an hour stream."
"...One win? Three, and we're streaming till dawn."
"What!?"
Even champ select was prime banter fuel.
Man, this was gold. Peak Lulu-Aris duo. Real synergy.
I chalked up their bickering to killer chem. But watching closer... maybe Aris meant it.
"Lulu? Gotta dodge that..."
"But... hands too sloooow...!"
"Slow or not, dodge."
"Okaaaay!!!!! Arissss...! Save meee!!"
Aris called out the incoming skill. Lulu had a dodge window, but pure reaction lag—dead.
Snowballed into a curb-stomp loss, naturally.
Lulu clammed up like a criminal, peeking at Aris. No blowup from Aris, though.
Instead, she soothed.
"Lulu, it's fine. Win next."
"B-but... nooo..."
"Told you, fine."
"Sorry..."
Lulu was crushed for a reason.
Three hours post-intro chat. Five games. Zero wins.
Matches dragged—Aris was too good, stretching inevitable Ls.
BoL's a carry paradise if one's cracked. Aris contorted hard, sparking win chances.
Issues? Lulu's trash. Enemies sniffed blood, ganged her relentlessly.
Even Aris cracks under targeted picks. Cue the 5L skid.
"Um... Aris... Call it today...?"
Mesugaki mask shattered. Lulu was all side-eye.
Aris, steel resolve.
"Lulu?"
"Y... yeah...?"
"Trust your sis?"
Damn.
That hit hard.
Lulu perked right up.
"Yeah...! Trust...!"
"Good. Final game, then dip? Gotcha?"
"Yeah!!"
Eager nod from Lulu. Aris locked her ace pick, pure swagger.
"Lulu, go wild. Sis got the W."
"Got it...!"
Lulu talked big—but picked perfect support for Aris's champ.
Outcome? Duh...
"Carry~ That's me~"
"Hahahahaha! Lulu style~! Can't touch thisss~!"
Aris finally dragged Lulu to a dub.
Aris kept it chill. Lulu? Unloaded years of salt on foes.
"Scrubscrubs~ Can't even beat Bronze Lulu scrubs~ Lulu reigns~"
Cute voice dropping nukes...
Yeah. Jealousy brewing.
Aris vibe the same? Mesugaki succu-Lulu got smacked.
"Lulu?"
"Y-yeah!"
"More practice? Four hours for one win?"
"Your fault for sucking~ Pbbbt~"
"Pbbbt? Wanna replay? Early gank-suicide for no reason! Mid-warning ignored—gank-suicide! Just farm!"
"Dang...! I did everything! Shields! Heals!!"
"Bare minimum!!"
"Pouting now!? Off to Mei sis to bawl!?"
"Bawl! Mei'd back me!"
Warm fuzzies? Shattered in ten seconds flat. Growls exchanged.
...Aris monologuing, Lulu timid jabs. One-sided roast.
Still hilarious. All jokes—they hit the win goal.
"So, Aris—one more?"
"Sure~ Solo it~ I'm out~ Thanks for watching, minions~ Aba~"
Aris dropped her outro, cut the call. Lulu realized the burn, gnashed teeth.
"Tch...! You'll see, Aris...! Ah, that's the stream~ Lulubaba! Dream date tonight~ My offerings~"
Cute sign-off—not rage voice. Stream ended.
And...
"Clip heaven today~"
My time to shine again.
Opening banter fireworks.
Lulu ignoring Aris's warn, yolo-death.
Gank panic—three-octave shriek from Lulu.
Streak sulk: Lulu peeking, Aris comforting.
Victory salt: Lulu swings at Aris, eats reverse.
Longform first—narrative thread ties it perfect. Shorts from cuts later.
Haven't done longform in ages. But ideas surging.
Can't resist. Lulu's stream. My fave. Delivered peak moments. As always.