Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Pure Skill PVP Battle
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Yura had been relentlessly refreshing the community forums for a while now.
Thanks to that, she discovered a new post.
A post with nothing but a lone number scribbled on it.
Yet no one failed to understand it.
That was the address for a custom match.
"...This is how he's clearing his name?"
Yura had some experience with explanations herself.
Back in her early streaming days when she was still green, she'd made a minor—well, not so minor—slip-up and once groveled in apology with a green screen background lit up behind her.
Comparing that memory to this, Yura could confidently declare one thing.
This wasn't an explanation. It was a challenge—a gauntlet thrown down.
Yura quickly copied the number.
Pasted it into a custom match.
And entered as a spectator.
Honestly, even Yura was curious.
What he planned to do with this.
Just how good was he, really?
Harboring the curiosity of a pure gamer—and a bit of personal intrigue—she logged in.
And there was 'Third Life,' waiting for his opponent.
Inciting a crowd is easy, but clearing your name is hard.
Just like starting a fire is simple, but putting it out is tough.
To properly address someone's criticism, you have to dismantle their point, explain why it's wrong, clarify what the truth actually is, and prove what's right.
Truly convincing people...
'What a pain.'
-You think I don't know? That's the guy who always bugs me asking how to use this spell, huh?
I ignored the rampaging mage in my head and stared ahead.
The community window, still burning up in real time.
Several people from there had shown up.
Having the community arbitrarily label me not just an armchair advisor but a hacking advisor was pretty infuriating.
So I came up with a plan.
A way to settle this hack controversy.
There were several options.
The most ironclad was contacting the game devs.
It'd take time, but it'd give undeniable proof no one could argue with.
But that felt too anticlimactic.
I wanted to properly punish those ignoring my advice.
After much deliberation, I found one perfect method.
A battle of 'pure skill.'
The suspicions against me were about forced stat-boosting hacks.
Not dying to slimes, clearing the tower too fast—hence the stat tampering claims.
So, why not just prove my raw skill?
Conveniently, League of Worlds had a PVP mode that equalized everything: same level, same job, same items.
No idea how it worked, but it synced your specs perfectly with your opponent's.
Victory boiled down to pure proficiency and combat talent.
And in a battle of true competency...
I wouldn't lose.
Once they saw this, they'd get it.
My advice—and my skill—were the real deal.
[(Diamond Guardian) When do we start? You chickening out?]
A challenger who'd read the community post and rushed in.
He was a level 15 player.
Pretty low considering Yura was 21.
But his confidence pierced the heavens.
[(Diamond Guardian) Hey?]
[(Diamond Guardian) Scared?]
[(Diamond Guardian) Yo?]
[(Diamond Guardian) You dipping?]
[(Third Life) You know it's 1 mil won, right?]
[(Diamond Guardian) Yeah, you know too? When we starting?]
[(Third Life) Right now, let's go]
I set the duel level to 10.
Jobs were fully customizable.
Preemptively shutting down any "I lost cuz of job choice" excuses.
I stood there jobless, facing him.
Diamond Guardian whatever showed up with a sword.
The 1v1 arena was an empty field, no obstacles.
Game started, and we faced off immediately.
Glancing over, his sword grip screamed total noob. Even in a game, it was cringe-worthy.
In real life, a few swings and a counter would snap his wrist and sever his neck—no question.
But this was a game. Different physics let that grip still pack power.
[(Diamond Guardian) Surrender now and we'll call the 1 mil bet off)]
I showed mercy to the babbling fool.
[(Third Life) Single round. You attack first.)]
Show me your best shot.
Curious if he had the chops to challenge me so boldly.
No reply. But his stance—crack!—was answer enough.
Sword tilted forward like some lancer pose, but sloppy as hell. Still, the game made it hit like a knight's or better. Weird.
Tat-tat-tat!
Footsteps echoed.
The blink of an eye—he saw his chance and charged.
Did he know I blinked on purpose? To bait overconfidence.
Whoosh!
Probably not. Swinging that wildly from the start? Leaves your insides wide open. Betting on armor, but armor ain't invincible.
I'd planned to probe longer, but this was enough.
No fundamentals, just trusting auto-corrections? Couldn't watch more.
So, how to handle him.
League of Worlds has tons of sword jobs, mainly Knight and Swordsman. Difference? Knights get armor from the start, plus move speed buffs and HP boosts.
Overpowered in close range.
Standard counters: ranged magic to whittle, or warrior DPS to overwhelm.
Jobless here, I could do either. But faster way existed.
Puke!
Like this.
Just jam the sword into the armor's joint gap.
More precisely:
Step back, twist waist. Natural opening forms. Pull hand up like yanking a radish from the field—voila.
[(Third Life) Ah, way too easy.)]
Not even worth a spell.
Applause needs clapping hands.
[(Third Life) Next?)]
Plenty of time left on the custom map. Left a message for the spectators watching.
[(Not Abdominal General Warrior) Me next)]
And boom—next challenger.
Level 25, a solid 10 levels above the last.
Definitely better than the 15.
Though he got wrecked in 30 seconds.
Went berserker, pure rushdown pattern. But way more cautious than the knight. Good—he knew to play safe if weak.
Still, ended up one-shot like the last guy. Shame.
Backing off wasn't bad, but too timid. When striking, commit—even if it costs your bone, take theirs. He wanted theirs but not to lose his. That hesitation was fatal.
Hesitated on attack, I countered—boom, gone.
After two straight wins, spectators swelled.
Damn, enough for a stream at this point?
Thought that as I waited for the next.
314 watching—they'd figure it out.
[(Hean) Hello~)]
Sure enough.
Next opponent entered.
Yura was a mage.
A level 21 mage—not exactly high-level.
Meaning she wasn't some gaming prodigy.
But even to her untrained eyes, the scene unfolding was unreal.
Something whooshed by—whoosh, done.
She replayed at 0.25x speed and finally got it.
Dodged with a sidestep, counterattacked. Strikes so sharp, each hit neck crits—instant win.
Someone said it once:
If it looks easy, that person's a god-tier vet.
So clean, even mage Yura felt like she could do it. Knew she couldn't, but still.
'Who the hell is he...? Ex-pro? Hunter? Academy kid?'
Skill like that—he'd be known.
Association shadow operative maybe?
Wild theories swirled as Yura debated.
He's hunting next opponent—should I jump in?
League of Worlds bans alts.
But faking one worked.
Custom a level 21 mage into a level 21 swordsman.
Fake account mode.
Hide profile, swap nick—viewers none the wiser.
As Yura pondered...
Someone sniped her spot.
[(Hean) Doing PVP?)]
Yura's eyes went wide.
"Why's she here?"
Someone she knew...
No—a fellow streamer.