The Dragon's Disciples Awaken
Yongkka.
A derogatory term for the antis of Mir Guild.
There's an old internet saying: those who suck will birth the haters.
It's true that Mir Guild has built a fandom powerful enough to rival most League 1 guilds, but they also possess an even greater number of antis.
And naturally, these Yongkkas never wish for Mir Guild's success.
Someone might ask why they hate Mir Guild so much.
The Yongkkas would simply retort:
Are you a Yong-ppa?
For them, Mir Guild is nothing more than a toy.
When life feels suffocating—can't get a job, boss breathing down your neck, the world crushing you—people sometimes find comfort in others' misfortune. And in those moments, the toy they pull out from the back of the closet is Mir Guild.
A legendary fallen giant that started in League 1 and plummeted all the way to League 4 over sixty years.
Yongkkas draw comfort from Mir Guild. "At least I'm not that bad," they tell themselves. "Our guild isn't that pathetic." They feed their petty sense of superiority by watching Mir Guild flounder at rock bottom.
So they want one thing: for Mir Guild to stay down forever, to remain their little plaything.
But then—
A League 4 guild somehow landing the Ido Group was already absurd enough, but now they'd even recruited the Mountain King? It was like the neighborhood idiot suddenly pulling up in a Ferrari and shyly confessing, "Actually, I'm a chaebol."
It hurt like hell.
The only thing keeping their jealousy from completely consuming them was the Mountain King's arrogant promise not to take the front line, and Lee Shin's ridiculous decision to fill the entire squad with rookies.
The Yongkkas channeled that jealousy into even fiercer support for their own guilds. They wanted their guilds to put that arrogant toy back in its place.
Yet as the rounds passed, they began to sense something was wrong.
Because lower-league guilds mostly have local fans, promising prospects matter as much as results. Yet Mir Guild wasn't just dominating in performance—they'd also successfully developed their rookie squad of Park Su-bin, Park Jeong-seok, and Lee Hye-jung, all of whom had been viewed with skepticism before the season.
And Park Su-bin was being called a true local boy. Rarer than a unicorn in a fantasy!
It hurt like hell.
Really hurt.
Even the Yongkkas had no choice but to half-collapse in despair.
Still, they hadn't completely lost their minds yet. They didn't direct their anger at Mir Guild. Instead, they blamed their own incompetent, lazy front offices—the useless lumps who only knew how to produce crap every day—for failing to recognize such "gems."
But then it happened.
The worst scandal of the year. Ninety percent of small supply companies connected to guilds nationwide were investigated. Sixty percent received fines, thirty percent had operations suspended, and ten percent saw their executives imprisoned.
Supply Gate.
Supply Gate turned the lower leagues into a wasteland. In war, logistics and supply determine victory—and the same applied here. With supplies cut off, competition became impossible.
In fact, one in three lower-league guilds gave up on competing entirely.
So where did the fans of those suddenly ruined guilds direct their resentment?
Not at the guilds that had already collapsed and entered the Stove League. Not at their own struggling raid teams.
Of course not.
They cursed Lee Shin—the root cause—and Mir Guild, which continued its meteoric rise while everyone else suffered.
They crossed the line.
And finally, they awakened those who had been sleeping.
They were the ones who once ruled the lawless frontier of internet communities. Though their power had waned, each one still fought like a hundred, striking fear into everyone. They were the loyalists of the dragon who had been buried alongside their fallen dragon, crying out only for the forgotten glory of Yong.
We call them this:
Yong. Bung. I.
At last, they had awakened.
* * *
"……That's what happened."
"Puhahahaha."
So that's why there's a dragon emblem on someone else's front gate. Hilarious.
Lee Shin clutched his stomach and laughed.
He didn't know who did it, but as a former professional in this field, he could tell—this was the work of pros. An organized hack requiring quite a few people, not just one or two.
If the front page looked like this, the bulletin boards were an absolute hellscape.
No. This is not the Mir Guild Gallery.
Those photos of chickens covered in dragon tattoos on their thick chests have nothing to do with this place either.
Let me be clear.
Even with the Mir Guild dragon emblem on the front page, even if over seventy percent of the posts are Mir Guild memes and news—
This is not the Mir Guild Gallery.
This is the gallery for another League 4 guild in Busan.
And the reason it ended up like this?
Pure difference in scale.
Numbers win wars, after all.
Bambada Guild's fan club had around seven thousand members. For a League 4 guild, where the average was about five thousand, that was fairly substantial.
But their opponent was Mir Guild, with a fan club of five hundred thousand.
Five hundred thousand versus seven thousand. A gap that took your breath away just looking at it.
And those five hundred thousand were battle-hardened veterans who had fought on the front lines through sixty years of decline.
In other words—
In numbers and in combat power, there was no way the Bambada fans could hold out.
"Puhahaha. This is a masterpiece."
The situation unfolding was incredibly entertaining. Lee Shin clapped like a seal in delight.
"You kept talking about a strong fandom, strong fandom. Their organizational power is insane. Right? This is what Yongbungi should be like. This is how our Yongbungi are supposed to be."
Even in a GM with no other content, there were separate stories about the Yongbungi. They were about the fans' mischief, so this level of combat ability wasn't surprising.
Like tying someone to a telephone pole and collectively lynching them, the combat power of the Yongbungi, armed with the name "fan," was beyond imagination.
But so what?
When they were on the other side, there was nothing more troublesome. But now they were on our side. They were our brothers.
"Heh heh, so reassuring, our brothers."
Lee Shin snickered as he admired the dragon emblem for a while. Chae Dong-ha, standing a step behind, let out a deep sigh while watching him.
"Have you laughed enough?"
"Yeah, it's been a while since I laughed this hard."
"This isn't something to laugh about…… Other guilds are filing complaints."
"Complaints? Why?"
"You're looking at it right now. Exactly as you see."
The flooding, mockery, sowing discord, even buying upvotes and manipulating public opinion—they were treating other guilds' galleries like their personal playground.
"Wow, our fans are actually skilled, huh?"
"How many times do I have to tell you this isn't the time for admiration? They've occupied more than ten galleries like this."
"Ten?! Whoa!"
"And just this morning, they even went to the 'League 3 Integrated Gallery' and said, 'Move out. From now on, this place belongs to Mir Guild.'"
"Kuh, look at that spirit. Isn't that awesome? Or have they already crapped themselves?"
"Ha…… Representative!"
"Alright, alright. The other side complained about our fans' cute little prank. So what do they want us to do?"
"They want you to officially tell them to stop."
Lee Shin's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"They actually said that?"
"Yes?"
"……I'm so bored I want to die."
Asking them to stop such a stylish and ultra-cute event. Either they had no sense or their vision was too narrow. No wonder they were stuck in League 4.
Lee Shin waved his hand dismissively, his enthusiasm completely drained.
"You need matching rhythm to clap together. Fine. Tell them I got it."
"……That's it?"
"Yeah, why?"
He was agreeing so easily?
Chae Dong-ha hesitated at the unexpected response. Then Lee Shin casually asked,
"Oh right, hyung, that thing. The one I asked you to do before!"
"You've asked for so many things."
"The jacket!"
"You mean the varsity jacket."
"Did it turn out well?"
"Yes. It came out excellent."
"Good. You can go now."
Thud—
Chae Dong-ha closed the door behind him.
"……?"
What?
It was that simple? And why the varsity jacket again?
Chae Dong-ha chuckled in disbelief as he tried to figure out Lee Shin's true intentions.
'I must've been soaked in the Representative's ways too. When normal reactions come out, they feel weird instead.'
Handling problems when they arise and checking on requests wasn't strange, was it?
With that thought, Chae Dong-ha responded to the complaining guilds that the issue had been resolved.
But exactly twenty-four hours later,
Chae Dong-ha had to take an even more heated complaint call.
Because—
Lee Shin wasn't stopping them. He was encouraging them.
Offering tribute so they would fight even harder.
"I said I got it. I never said I'd solve it."