Chapter 16
Chapter 16
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Chapter 16
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Gallery Civil War
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In the current Hel: Odin's Daughter, there were two types of players.
One was the Modern Controls users.
They were either new players drawn in by this latest release or light users who had casually enjoyed the previous game, Tyr: Odin's Son, and returned with fond memories.
For them, Afterimage = advanced action was a distant concept.
The veteran players ranted that every input in Odinson had an Afterimage judgment—that it was the essence of the series, and you couldn't reach Valhalla without it.
But newbies were too busy rolling and basic attacking to even hear talk of Afterimage or Offset.
Then, along with the new release, the Modern system appeared.
Modern Controls, which skipped Afterimage with a single button, was like a ray of light to them.
This was their chance.
Those detestable veterans.
The ones who clung to newbies before entering the Colosseum, whining that they'd lose without them.
But once inside, they turned savage, spewing trash talk like "Newbies grow by getting beaten."
A chance to pay back those two-faced psychos.
On the other hand, veteran players gnashed their teeth at the Modern system.
Revolutionary convenience?
Fine. We weren't exactly having it easy ourselves.
New player influx?
Great. More staff hires, faster DLC—totally welcome.
But one thing.
I absolutely cannot tolerate losing a 10 Wins to some clickbait newbie with 1/10th my experience and getting flamed for it!!
Even though Hel: Odin's Daughter had only been out for five days, the fights were only getting fiercer.
Even people who hadn't played Odinson were jumping in, yelling "Is it fight time?"
But it never devolved into total chaos.
Unlike other games, there was a simple, clear PvP rule here.
Odinson had a trial by duel passed down from ancient times.
Lock in until one side claims 10 wins, and the victor's words are law, no exceptions.
The 10 Wins.
Not simple, no prior knowledge required, didn't end quick.
But it was fun.
Even when things overheated, it wrapped up somehow, and spectator crowds filled private rooms and lobbies.
While everyone enjoyed the chaos, munching popcorn together...
A bombshell dropped to calm the rowdy gallery.
No matter how fun the trolling and brawls were, hacks in a PvP game were serious business.
Players started making alts one by one to rush the tutorial boss.
It was a tutorial map where even builds weren't unlocked yet.
Gleipnir was called the refund punk because of its early-game nature.
Sleipnir's offspring had middling raw specs overall. They appeared as trash mobs later, but weren't as tough as in the early game.
Late-game had sections with two charging in a tight room.
No matter how many players piled on to research, nothing stuck.
That was when suspicions of hacks started swelling.
The veterans, who had briefly hidden from the chaos, began trickling back.
Among them were true old-timers from the arcade days who spotted the secret instantly.
The reflection in the mirror still felt unfamiliar.
Opening my mouth or winking one eye just amplified the awkwardness.
No helping it. The face I'd seen every day of my life had been replaced with a new one.
But humans adapt like animals—the more I looked, the more familiar it got.
And luckily, this face was fun to look at.
I could spend ages just practicing smiles in the mirror.
"...Hmm. Like this?"
I stepped back, hands in pockets.
Tilted my chin up to gaze down at the mirror, and boom—instant photoshoot.
"Wow... Life really is unfair."
If I'd been like this before possession, it'd have been a total eyesore.
Looked fine in the mirror, but one photo and cringe city.
It got addictive, so I grabbed a hair tie from the desk and tried ponytailing.
"...Straight-up cheat."
First try wasn't perfect, but this face pulled it off.
Even my messy styling turned effortlessly chic.
This woman.
The face itself was just entertaining...!!
-Bzzz
Mid reaching for clothes without thinking.
Phone vibrated; I set the outfit down and checked.
New replies.
"Damn... it's true though..."
I get it's hard to believe, but still.
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