Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Prove It
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Wild and Lee Jun felt a wave of dizziness.
Some might say,
that it was just a flimsy connection known only through the internet cable from the start.
What's there to be shocked about?
But that's nonsense from someone who knows nothing.
The time they spent together wasn't short at all, and the depth of their friendship was far from shallow.
Or so they thought.
They thought it was far from shallow.
But never in a million years had he imagined that Legender could be a woman.
'Why the hell? No, wait. Does she even need to say it? Does she have to reveal she's a woman?'
He'd heard rumors vaguely before.
Among female gamers, some pretended to be men in games.
In many games, women were a rarity, drawing attention—positive or negative.
Some enjoyed it, but others hated it so much they hid their gender by acting like guys.
He'd heard of it.
He'd heard of it, but...
He never thought it actually happened.
Let alone right beside him.
And using voice modulation to fool everyone, no less.
It'd be way easier to understand if a guy pretended to be a girl to scam items or something.
Are things that tough for female gamers?
'The world sure has all kinds of people.'
He was so stunned he could barely hold onto his sanity.
In the meantime, Jeon Jeonseol—the Legender he knew—had switched her stream to her phone and was showing her hand.
A truly white, small, adorable, pretty little hand.
She held a ruler up to measure it.
'13cm? How tiny is that?'
Few people probably knew their hand length by heart.
But Jun recalled something.
A time when he'd used his fingers as a makeshift ruler to measure objects easily.
'My middle finger alone is over 10cm.'
Lee Jun, at 186cm tall.
He'd heard plenty that his hands, height, and build were huge.
Remembering his middle finger was over 10cm made 13cm sound utterly ridiculous.
'She's basically a kid. What, elementary schooler?'
It was hard to believe an adult's hand was only half the size of his.
How tall was she then? Half his height?
No, even so, not that short.
With her tiny hands, he absentmindedly imagined Legender's real-life appearance, but the picture just wouldn't form.
—"Wild."
"Huh?"
A voice calling him as naturally as an old friend of ten years.
But it being a woman's voice felt so awkward.
—"Help with the proof stream a bit. I need to turn on my hand cam. Start the game screen on your end."
"Y-yeah."
Jun had once heard the ridiculous claim that Victory was hiding he was a pro from Jeon Jeonseol.
He'd thought it was bullshit.
No way someone wouldn't recognize the famous Victory's name, even after three years apart.
But Legender turned out to be a woman.
And he hadn't suspected it one tiny bit.
After all that time together, he'd been completely fooled.
So, not knowing she was a pro? That could happen.
Team Proud.
A powerhouse that had made runner-up at Worlds, even without a championship yet.
Its captain and star, TP Wild, went live.
...To help his female friend—who he'd thought was male—prove her innocence.
'Might get in trouble for going rogue.'
His schedule as a top pro was managed by the team.
Should ask the team if it's okay to stream.
But he couldn't say that in front of a friend.
Whatever, a scolding at worst. They wouldn't suspend him.
Thus, TP Wild's stream began.
The 4,000 viewers from Jeon Jeonseol's stream naturally migrated over.
And thousands more flocked in on his notification.
💬 Live Chat <Wahaha! (Wild hype)> <What's this? Not stream time> <Wtf is the title ㄷㄷ> <Proof stream? What incident?> 'I don't know either.'
He swallowed the words rising to his throat.
This whole situation felt like a tsunami—natural disaster scale.
You don't know why it started, where it's going, or how big it is; you're just swept away.
—"You're on the enemy team too, but then no one to show my screen. Go observer."
Teamfight Arena had a 3-minute delay on spectator mode to prevent cheating like revealing enemy positions.
But Magical Fight had none.
Just real-time observer seats.
Maybe because it felt like casual folk games among friends, no ranked ladder.
Or technical issues since it piggybacked on other games.
—"Personal battle rules. But you guys just target me."
Magical Fight's personal battle mode.
Unlike team battles, everyone was enemies; first to 30 kill points won.
—"Anyone who gets a kill on me gets 100,000 won. 100k per kill."
A provocative declaration on top.
"Hey, aren't you overdoing it?"
Not figuratively 1v9.
With stakes like that, it becomes literal 1v9.
Adding four fake allies makes it pure 1v9, enemies suddenly teaming up.
—"You think I'll go down that easy?"
"!!!"
That girl.
Don't say stuff like that in that voice.
💬 Live Chat <Is this that kind of stream?> <ㅇㅗㅜㅑㅇㅗㅜㅑㅇㅗㅜㅑ> <Who's the sexy voice?> <Heeung heeung heeung> —"Ah, fuck."
Whether she realized her slip or saw the chat explode,
Jeon Jeonseol spat out a curse.
Her fingers twitched in response.
A hand like that cursing in that voice? Gaps have limits.
💬 Live Chat <Pretty sis who curses well???> <Reward incoming lololol> <Why's she subbing for his stream?> <Who's the voice chat??> <Wtf fingers lol Wild when did u become girl?> <Wild? Lmao no> 'When does this tsunami end?'
Why was the embarrassment all his?
Nine heroes gathered to claim 100k per kill—but with a moment's thought, they were just sacrifices for Jeon Jeonseol.
And the game started.
Early farming was uneventful.
But around 5 minutes in.
Tak-tak-tak-tadadadadadadadadadadadak!
Keyboard sounds echoed wildly.
💬 Live Chat <Is she playing piano?> <Game's rhythm genre who knew> <Hand speed wtf> <Anyway insane...> <Wow> Jeon Jeonseol always said Teamfight Arena was too easy, characters too limited.
Like switching from F1 racing to a rickshaw.
Now pulling a rickshaw then back to F1, her finger movements alone screamed something epic.
The driver inside was busy, but spectators only saw the speeding car.
'That's our Legender.'
Pressing 3+ keys per second steadily, combat lasting over 10 seconds.
Other hand on mouse, no hitches.
Anyone would think hand or brain would tangle, but flawless.
How do I know?
She 1v7'd and slaughtered all seven, sauntering away.
Wild shared observer vision; everyone else basically map-hacked except her. Still lost.
💬 Live Chat <1v7 win? Trash game?> Opinions vary.
For hero-playing physical/mental monster Jeon Jeonseol,
no game was more lovable.
—"Eheheung."
A voice brimming with satisfaction.
Legender didn't prefer slaughtering noobs.
But circumstances differed now.
Over 7,000 watched.
Wanting her to prove herself.
💬 Live Chat <Lol laugh> <Who is she!!!!> <Thx for summary> <Why not Team Arena? Weird game?> <Team A banned> <Ah> <Don't lie no one buys that> <But it happened> The game ended faster than expected.
Nine targeting her alone? Couldn't last.
30 kills, 0 deaths.
Proof complete.
Regrettably, no hero claimed 100k!
—"Allow me to greet you once more. I am indeed Jeon Jeonseol. I apologize for the confusion caused by voice modulation."
🔔 DONATION ALERT 🔔 [Infinity Korea donated 100,000 won.] —"Wild player, Jeon Jeonseol's account ban has been lifted. Please relay. We're truly sorry for the inconvenience. Apology post coming today."
Real or fake?
Logging into the client would confirm.
But dropping 100k made Wild think it was legit—the game company.
One thought surfaced.
'Hasn't even opened donations yet? Weirdo.'
Jeon Jeonseol streamed without donations on!
Noob at streaming and gaming alike.
'But is this for real?'
The friend he assumed male, whose skill he respected, was a girl.
A heavenly girl with pale, delicate, adorable hands.
And it was real.
Just proven.
'What mess have I gotten into?'
Jun's mind still reeled.