Chapter 12

Translator: True Detective

Chapter 12: Song

Ajura was left speechless upon seeing that text and fell silent.

"Keueuk kissama [Bastard]!!! Keuheok..."

Yui, who was screaming on the floor, fell silent at Yuria's kicks.

"Now then since it turned out like this, do your best yees?"

"Head down, ringleader."

"I, you bitch bastard!!! Should not have forgotten my insidious smile from before!! Comrade Nogada please listen!! That venomous snake-like bitch will betray you too someday! However, the more trustworthy and reliable Ajura is different. I do not betray. I, if you just spare me I will follow like a dog!"

Nogada's steps stopped at Ajura's desperate self-defense.

It was possible because he was holding his phone to listen to Yuria's words.

That brief moment, when Ajura's complexion brightened and Yuria's eyebrows furrowed.

Nogada, who finished reading the long message, opened his mouth.

"First of all one, 3-line summary is mandatory not optional."

One step.

"And two, you already betrayed once so can't trust you."

Two steps.

As the distance got closer, Ajura shouted desperately.

"First one okay sure but what is the second! I haven't betrayed ye..."

"You said you're a defector."

"That is corre... Ah."

"Yeah."

Ajura, who understood instantly, meekly accepted the fist.

"Sowwy..."

"I just fell for temptation-desu... Leniency onegaishimasu [please]..."

"Stupid guyys. Crawl yees."

"Yeah crawl."

"Yes sir!!! I do that amazingly well, that! I, didn't I say I crossed the 38th parallel only by crawling."

"Seppuku, I'm confident-desu."

Like that, their battle to determine 3rd and 4th place, the floor and the basement, began.

"How about making them do a talent show?"

"No no matter what that's too much-desu!! I am a traitor too but, she's the ring... Actually I know how to dance a fucking lot-desu. So please put away the pickaxe-desu."

Trivial resistance was resolved at the threat line of the number 2, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and soon the 2nd Ranking Determination Match was held.

"What should the events be?"

"Hmm... 1 vs 1 duel [Makgora]. And... since we are laborers [Nogada-꾼] we go with labor [Nogada]. You decide the remaining one."

"Yees. Giving me such an opportunity..."

Yuria, who pondered for a moment, soon announced the event for the final round.

"Let's just make them sing?"

The joys and sorrows of the two diverged.

"Fuck, singing is Oba [Over]-desu!!! No Yuria-san you know everythi...!"

Yui threw a fit again but was quickly suppressed by force, losing her right to speak.

Life Server has long play times.

First of all, it's open for 14 hours a day, and one cannot extract fun scenes throughout that time.

Most of the 14 hours are spent working and doing minor WWE and tiki-taka.

That is most severe during the initial settlement period.

All there is to do is simple work, rubbing shoulders with people with no narrative or friendship in one place and laboring for over ten hours.

"Pack feed, put in feed. Take rake, sweep floor. Take water bucket, fill water bucket."

"Hehe... Iron... Copper..."

"Fishing is catching time..."

Literally, the brain melts away.

The brains of viewers watching that melt away together too.

This was close to a natural situation but not a good situation.

Just a necessary situation.

Because this stupid simple labor becomes the foundation for various groups later.

Brains melt, barriers disappear, suffering together builds bonds.

That was the reason the server operators didn't give up on the North and citizenship even after getting cursed at so much.

Because relationships that are truly sticky form at this point.

"Villain is... familiar so."

"Hehe... poop... pee..."

Actually, the guides, meaning the operators, disliked it just the same.

"Guides are not for WWE... Please..."

Really.

Siyoko was flustered.

Signboards with each score written.

"Even I didn't know this."

She did her best to win.

Sang her heart out even breaking RP.

Since she wasn't the only one bewildered, Yui was frozen too.

Then as if realizing something, she jumped.

"Uh... thinking about it, doesn't Nogada-ssi not hear sound-desu?"

"Of course."

"Ah."

"So evaluated only by lyrics."

"Perhaps Japanese..."

"Of course don't know. Maybe if it was English."

"Ah."

"First Love has pretty lyrics right?"

"Correct-desu! It's a song I really like though..."

Viewers' reactions and.

"You have no talent for singing. Quit."

Even Kang Han-na's teabagging.

Siyoko ended up fainting.

"I, I am trash... Rejected woman... Didn't defect for nothing..."

"Admit it-desu. Kuzu [Trash], Baka [Idiot]."

"I, I won the fist fight though. Don't you fear mutiny?"

"Both shut u, be quiet yees,"

Situation where Nogada went to upper floor to work, since phone usage was impossible during work, he appointed Yuria as supervisor in his stead.

So a situation where she became the ruler of 1st floor now.

"As expected people need to stand in line well."

"I, knew that from the North though."

"Then do well."

"I, will endure today. But remember. The hierarchy difference between you and me is only one! Be nervous."

"Heuhng, indeed you against me?"

"I, will nag the boss and turn his gaze so prepare well."

"Puheub. Won't work?"

"Long and short you know only by measuring."

"Big and small I knew without measuring though..."

Siyoko looked at her own virtual unwittingly.

It was stable.

No matter how much she shook.

At the same time Yuria's virtual came to mind in a corner of memory.

The greatness of gravity was there.

No, this isn't reality...

Turning eyes from virtual, Siyoko looked at reality.

Became more miserable.

"..."

"Siyo, no Ajura-san. Calm down-desu. Don't know-desu. Nogada-san might like flat chest-de..."

Ajura threw a fist instead of words.

Yui chattered something in between but she didn't listen until the end, and only after beating her until she was about to collapse did Ajura open her mouth.

"Oi Rank 3."

"Ha, Hait [Yes]!"

"Damare [Shut up]."

"Wakarimashita [Understood]..."