Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: In Search of Freedom
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[Title: Yura's tournament is a total disaster lololol]
(Yura's elimination photo)
(Bracket photo)
The tournament organizer Yura got knocked out, and the next co-host Hean is about to follow her soon to the same opponent.
-Dadanni donated 1,000 won!-
Yura flinched for a moment.
A brief silence.
Then Yura shouted.
『Yura's too soft-hearted lol』
『lololololololol』
『Preserved for posterity lololol』
The viewers knew what Yura knew.
In fact, the viewers had realized it before Yura did.
Crunch.
According to the tournament rules, Hean’s next opponent would be me.
Hean was a decently skilled player at her core.
Her fundamentals were solid, you could say.
Unlike Yura, who was a total slacker with no basics,
and if Cruise had some skill,
Hean was right in the middle.
She was a player who knew the basics.
‘But was Hean’s level always this low?’
Based on her skill alone, she should’ve surpassed Yura’s level ages ago.
Did she deliberately keep her level low?
A quick search showed she’d only done PvP and never properly leveled up.
A PvP maniac, huh.
In that short time, Hean had snagged a win off Doyeon.
At this rate, we’d meet in the next round smoothly.
[Go Heaaaaan!!!]
Leaving Yura screaming her lungs out behind me, I logged back into League of Worlds.
Time to prep for Hean.
What job should I try this time?
While I was pondering, Hean won handily.
Yura clenched her fists and thrust them triumphantly into the air.
[She won!!!!]
-HeungbuAndNolbu donated 1,000 won!-
『Fair and impartial? Words that don’t suit Yura at all.』
『Fr, Yura being fair? Impossible.』
『Don’t even talk about the impossible~』
『Just let her be, it’s temporary anyway.』
『She just needs to lose next, right?』
It was a victory that could spark some controversy.
Not Hean.
Yura.
After Hean’s win.
A good while later.
[Alright! The moment you’ve all been waiting for—the round of 16!]
The tournament finally entered the round of 16.
Unlike the qualifiers, the main bracket took quite a while.
Inevitable, really.
Unlike the rapid-fire qualifiers, here you had to watch every single duel,
and with the level cap, everyone’s skills were evenly matched.
True to form as a streamer, Yura quickly recovered her composure and hosted boldly.
[This match...! The one everyone’s been waiting for!]
『Finally! Finally! Finally! Finally! Finally! Finally! Finally! Finally! Finally! Finally! Finally!』
『Ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora』
『I’ve waited so long, get on with it!』
『Hean win! Hean win! Hean win!』
『She’s gonna win, right?』
[It’s Hean vs. Third Life!]
Stock tuning is the endgame, or so they say.
Hean and I logged in looking just like we did at our first meeting.
Her words dripped with competitive fire.
She really was the type to grind only PvP, as the internet said.
She hadn’t forgotten her previous loss and was burning with fighting spirit.
Competitive drive is a good trait.
And...
‘She’s fully committed to the mage build.’
Hean had ditched that barely-passing sniper build from last time.
Not a magic gunner—a full mage.
Hean stood there with her staff, staring me down.
Let’s give it a go.
Hean came in fully prepared.
Mage builds allow pre-casting.
She had spells laid out in advance. A mage prepares ahead.
There’s a slight gap to cast spells.
To cover that, casting storage was developed,
and double casting was found to eliminate the delay between spell and activation.
Double casting.
Frozen earth.
Friction manipulation.
Plus game buffs.
The mage job’s buffs auto-applied to Hean.
Mana boost.
Recovery.
Quad casting beyond triple.
Tough even for seasoned mages,
but game buffs handled two spells’ computations.
Tzzzzzzzing—!!!
The ground froze, friction dropped.
Already slippery from ice, now friction was nulled—pure slide zone.
Not resting there, Hean layered barriers around herself and widened the distance.
Keep the enemy from approaching, attack from afar.
Textbook ranged mage vs. melee.
Third Life grinned in satisfaction.
Hean took advice better than Yura.
Come on, Yura, step it up.
So, what now?
A Holy Knight could shatter the ice field with blessings and charge.
A Knight might leap across with raw strength.
But Jobless?
No stats, no blessings—few options.
Hean knew this perfectly and placed her spells accordingly.
-So you’re gonna lose?
No way.
Few options, sure.
But plenty of ways through.
Hean cast gravity manipulation on the idly standing Third Life. Jobless has nothing—no buffs, skills, even resistances. So simple spells hit hard.
But that’s why Third Life preferred Jobless. Nothing means raw potential—free to use any job’s techniques.
He used his spear as a brace. Then touched the ground. Looked like gravity crushed his upper body, but his bent legs were stable—Hean sensed something off.
Still not enough.
Hean cast too early. Even prepped, timing matters—or this happens.
Suddenly, Third Life dashed. Foot hit slide zone, slipped—but inertia carried him forward. With only balance magic, he slid right to Hean.
Hean fired Fireballs, Magic Missiles mid-way, but he barrier-blocked what he could and tanked the rest, charging.
Hean backed up casting, but too late.
Out of the freeze zone, Third Life used Body Enhancement for explosive physicality, twisted his body halfway. Then unleashed like a spring, hurling his spear with full muscle.
Hean’s barriers? Useless. Spear had attack boost magic, and it wasn’t alone.
An ice spear trailed behind.
Mage basics.
Mages have lots of basics—unavoidable.
Spells are diverse, so counters multiply.
Puuk—!
The moment that message appeared, Yura screamed “Aaaah!” but it didn’t reach Third Life’s ears.
Round 2 went smoothly too. Hean came at him with slightly refined spells,
but this time Third Life wasn’t Jobless.
He liked Jobless, but no obsession.
Why not switch jobs to catch her off-guard if she prepped only for Jobless?
Hean, countered for Jobless but not Holy Knight, fell quickly.
Done.
Hean fixated too much on Jobless. Deduct points. Plus-minus wise, Yura—who only took pluses—might edge her out.
Third Life, having faced both, surprisingly rated Yura higher.
Yura was wailing.
She knew it’d end this way, but knowing and feeling are different.
And miracles exist, right?
Unfortunately, the gods didn’t side with Yura.
The gambler’s end is ruin, they say...
Yura’s gamble failed.
The rest of the bracket, Third Life won steadily.
Quarterfinals.
Semifinals.
Finals.
The champion was, naturally,
Third Life.
Crunch.
I didn’t care much about the 1 million won.
But the rule mod rights? Focused.
When?
Right now, obviously.
Yura tried to dissuade me anxiously,
but I’d decided the moment I first saw it.
Saw a fun video recently.
Purge Day.
I want one ban-free day of pure freedom.