Me? In a Tournament?

Not long had passed since the start of the new season of Infinity Realm.

The regular pro league usually kicked off about a month after the season ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠began.

During this period, pro gamers spent their time adapting to the new meta and devising strategies.

In short, they weren't all that busy.

They didn't spend their days in a fierce frenzy as if they had a match tomorrow.

So, watching their favorite streamer's broadcast was perfectly acceptable.

Needless to say, it was even more so if it was an Infinity Realm stream.

A young man was lying on the sofa.

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This was why Onyx could chuckle in front of his coach.

"Wow, Coach. Did you see this?"

"See what?"

"The full-Strength Berserker. I tried it myself, and it was pretty fun."

"I know what it is, but I didn't watch the stream. Why would I watch that?"

"True, you'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠be way better at it, Coach."

The woman, who was drinking cold water, let out a chuckle.

A player on the team showing respect to the coach.

It was impossible to feel bad about that. Thanks to his comment, she grew a bit curious.

Shifting over to sit beside him, the coach looked at the screen.

A Dragon Knight wielding a thick shield and a trident.

And a Berserker swinging an axe the size of her own body had just entered combat.

"What? It's a girl?"

"It might just be the avatar. Who knows, they could be a muscular middle-aged guy in real life."

"No. If that were the case, it would show in the movements. Even if the face is different, the body shape is probably not that different from their real one."

"You can tell just by looking?"

"I can tell, which is why I'm coaching here. I haven't lost my touch yet, you know."

Onyx's eyes narrowed.

It seemed he found it hard to believe.

If the coach's words were true, it meant DoNotTalkToMe possessed that kind of body in real life as well.

A body that, despite a very prominent chest, was basically the definition of the word 'girl.'

She looked like someone who wouldn't suit competitive games at all, let alone the Berserker class.

Yet, the Berserker on the screen was aggressive to the point of recklessness.

A girl covered in blood, swinging an axe.

As if the player herself had fallen into a frenzy.

Watching that fighting spirit made one wonder if testosterone, rather than blood, was flowing through her veins.

Onyx became curious about the coach's evaluation.

Though no longer active, the coach was a player who had reached heights far greater than his own.

How did this woman with strict eyes view the Berserker?

"What do you think, Coach? You're a pioneer in that field, after all."

"Are you seriously comparing her to me right now? She's nowhere near my level."

"Hey, why are you taking it like that? I'm just asking for your objective opinion."

"Hmm. She's not bad."

A high-level player could tell.

That Berserker wasn't stubbornly focusing on offense just because she was crazy.

She was desperately pushing forward to break through the enemy because attacking was her only path to survival.

The proof was that the Berserker wasn't just blindly charging in.

She never allowed her opponent to land a fatal blow she couldn't handle.

Especially the trident. She struggled desperately to keep the enemy's weapon in check.

The moment she was pierced by the spearhead or her weapon got caught, her attack would stop.

That meant the enemy would be given time, and the opponent wouldn't waste such precious moments.

In other words, the guard gauge she had worked so hard to deplete would recover.

Thus, Yu Nabi's choice was the correct one.

Though she was currently covered in blood, paradoxically, she was winning the game.

"But she's too unrefined. It's like she has zero experience. I don't feel any technical sophistication from her at all."

"What do you mean by sophistication?"

"She hasn't optimized her play. She doesn't know how to control the distance when fighting an opponent, or which angle of attack would be the most troublesome for them. Do you know how terrifying a bitch who has honed those skills to the absolute limit can be?"

"I get what you mean. But that was based on personal experience, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it is, you little punk."

The coach grabbed Onyx's cheek and shook it violently.

Since he was guilty, he couldn't resist.

Meanwhile, the fight on the stream looked like it was about to end.

Since Yu Nabi's strategy was inevitably a short, decisive battle.

Either the axe would break, or the shield would shatter.

It was the Dragon Knight who made the decisive move.

The heavily landed main skill pushed Yu Nabi's axe aside.

No matter the stat difference, a normal attack could not overcome the power of an active skill.

Since Yu Nabi was the one pushed back by the difference in strength, Hanul naturally took the lead by a tempo.

The trident aimed for her completely exposed flank.

If she got pierced like this, Yu Nabi would have no choice but to take a step back.

No matter how much of a Berserker she was, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠advancing with a spear impaled in her body would only lead to death.

However, Yu Nabi had induced this situation in the first place.

Since Baldr's Grace had been activated, the option of taking the Buster directly with her body was off the table.

In that case, the only thing he could target was her weapon, and the situation unfolded exactly as Yu Nabi had anticipated.

Yu Nabi choked up on the grip of her axe.

At the same time, she thrust one of her legs toward the trident, letting it get pierced instead.

By giving up her leg instead of her flank, she minimized the damage.

Even so, the situation remained unchanged.

Hanul had now effectively neutralized one of Yu Nabi's legs.

An attack launched without a proper stance would have its power halved.

Now, Yu Nabi's answer was—

"Oh, this is actually pretty useful."

Yu Nabi's axe severed her own leg.

The severed leg crumbled into ashes and vanished, but a cyan spiritual body took its place on the Berserker.

This meant she could continue her attack.

The Dragon Knight's shield was already at its limit.

The broadcast with Hanul concluded successfully.

Originally, they were scheduled to play duos after the 1v1, but due to time constraints, it ended with the 1v1 match.

Honestly, it was a relief.

If you play on the same team as someone on your friend list, you can't block them.

Or maybe I could say, "I'm going to block you for a bit, so please add me again after the stream"?

No, that would be too weird...

Well, no disaster occurred, so I guess it was fine.

According to Hanul, the reaction during the 1v1 was explosive.

Seeing him say he didn't expect it to go this well made it seem like it really was a success.

He promised to send the appearance fee and settlement within three days, so I just had to wait a bit.

Now that it was all over, I felt a bit relieved.

Today, it felt like I had exhausted all of my mental energy.

It felt as if my soul had been sucked right out of me.

Once I become a pro gamer... I'll eventually have to overcome this too.

Honestly, I didn't even dare to think about it.

Even though I didn't face the viewers directly, I was already mentally exhausted.

Will someone like me be able to do well in the future?

Ah, let's worry about the future when it comes.

I tapped my cheeks a couple of times and shook my head.

Just then, Hanul, who had finished his stream, contacted me again.