Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Here to End the War
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Kang Ji-min's place lacked any real sense of daily life, but the kitchen was by far the most pathetic.
Our dear Kang Ji-min must've been a total novice when it came to cooking.
No matter how little talent you have for it, anyone gets excited at the start of solo living and dives into some apartment cooking experiments...
...Though some people might not get that excited. Let's skip that.
Anyway, it was seriously bare-bones. Just one tiny pot, and barely any dishes.
The coffee pot seemed reserved solely for boiling ramen, and there wasn't a single tea bag or anything drinkable. Even after scarfing down that oil-drenched pasta, I had nothing to wash the grease from my mouth—it was completely empty.
No green tea, no black tea, not even some herbal stuff.
But get this—a cocktail shaker was there.
You know, that thing bartenders in movies shake like shakit-shakit.
No teaspoon, but a bar spoon? Check. No colander, but a strainer? Yup.
And top-shelf liquor everywhere.
Parallel world theory strikes again. I guess she was into home bartending too.
Pour Kahlúa into vodka and mix. The famous liqueur everyone's heard of.
Ta-da—one Black Russian.
Cocktails are simpler than you think. Even more so if you're the type who doesn't mind a rough pour.
I sipped it, washing away the lingering oil.
The sweetness hit as I hit play, only to be greeted by an immediate scream.
-“Gahhh!!!”
Then it cut off after showing just half of a purple object approaching from afar.
Next, the intro. Yeah, this was the trend back then—everyone did it.
The video flowed smoothly.
This editor's got skills; the footage is tasty, and the pacing's viewer-friendly.
Maybe it's the punchy editing that ramps up the hype.
Even watching Hanami get executed in every way imaginable was entertaining.
Something like that would've been boring after six straight hours in real time, but the editor's magic, I suppose.
Wait a sec. Did she really die for six hours straight?
“It's real...”
Not just clueless elders who've never played— even among game streamers, people like this exist...
Maybe my senses are warped.
But in Oma-gall, six hours is enough to see the ending six times over...
Hard not to get desensitized hanging with those folks.
Anyway, thanks to the editing, 15 minutes flew by in a blur.
The editor was top-notch, but Hanami the streamer was no slouch either.
Even while dying nonstop, her chatter never quit. She kept up the bravado and theatrics, powering through the stream.
If she'd shut up and focused hard, it probably wouldn't have taken six hours...
But that'd miss the point of being a streamer.
Talking nonstop for six hours is more impressive than her frustrating skill level. So this is what streamers are made of.
“Ah. Mission failed, huh.”
Makes sense why she called for backup.
I was so locked in, I hadn't even realized the obvious.
Even with over a million won in mission money vanishing into thin air, the stream stayed smooth.
No sulking—instead, she rattled off even faster. Impressive mouth on her.
Then the summoning and highlight reel.
-“...Guys? You see that?”
-What just flew by
-“Right? I'm not seeing things?”
-So that was the boss?
The highlight was that intro scene, of course.
Suddenly, classic-style BGM kicked in.
Solemn, eerie backdrop. Clean piano notes flowed out.
...They went all-in on the editing, huh?
The intro's lull synced perfectly with the footage slowing down.
The camera crept forward lazily.
Zooming in gradually on my avatar charging with a sit-cancel.
-“Gahhh!!!”
Sound levels dialed just right—not ear-piercing.
I keep saying it, but this editing is pro-level. Big-corp editor skills?
Fancy cuts locked the viewer's eyes.
Even I, who knew the whole story, got sucked in helpless. Viewers must've been wrecked.
-“OdinDotty players... always like this?”
-No idea...
-“Something's off.”
-We said we don't know
Neat seeing how it looked from her view. Got me curious.
The tedious spoon-smacking fight was trimmed clean and sped up; putting the streamer's reactions front and center felt natural.
Over 20 minutes vanished in a flash.
I remember YouTube trends swinging between long and short vids... this era was trending shorter.
Most were just over 10 minutes, so a 20-miner stood out.
Means the source material was gold.
Felt kinda proud for some reason.
-“...What a total trash game.”
It wrapped on Hanami picking up junk, utterly baffled.
Final friend request, quit game... Friend request?
-“Why bother? No reason to come back.”
Nooo, it'll fall apart without you!!
...I mean, she added me?
Checked in shock—yep, it was there.
Hanami figured no return needed and logged off. Video ended.
Can't blame her after all those deaths, but still a shame.
Level was the issue; patterns weren't hard...
A little help, and she'd have cleared it easy.
Stuck on a skippable boss and quitting the game? Such a waste.
Not like the last timeline's newbie shortage, but losing this precious newbie still stung.
Comments weren't bad, though.
-What's that purple guy's deal lol
-Why does he dodge by walking?
Went as far as she could ;;
Attention-whore vibes pulling me in deeper.
-“Watch out for the panty-only soldiers”?
-Suspiciously gentlemanly vet: dead serious about newbie licks
-Can I do that too?
Like I keep stressing, not my first rodeo in spots like this.
But getting “What's this now?” in a dying game versus “What the hell is this!!” in a hot new title? Big difference.
Tingly good feeling.
Ugh. Enough.
Nothing major shown yet, and I'm smug over this.
OdinDaughter must have insane hype.
Glanced at views—huge number stared back.
Even factoring subs, 7 hours for this? Wild.
Switched between comments and views, then opened friends list.
If I'd checked that day, probably rejected without thinking...
Accepted anyway.
And subbed while at it.
I mean, come on.
She was good.
Sipped till the glass emptied fast.
Other recipes flashed by the dozen.
Heck, just soda or juice, and I could whip up anything.
Vermouth and cinnamon schnapps fully stocked too.
...Can't cook beyond alio e olio, but cocktails galore.
A bit of a booze nerd, but whatever. From her view, useless spices anyway—might as well burn through 'em.
Easy to drown in booze in an unstable spot. I knew that well.
Maybe 'cause the body's hers,
No cig cravings, but the empty glass kept tempting as my tongue craved more.
Smacked my lips, checked the gallery.
Short-lived YouTube buzz—back to eternal bait.
Classic vs. Modern beef.
By now, everyone's caught on—pure WWE vibes.
Probably get off on it among themselves too.
Those ClassicHater and ModHater types included.
Daily Classic/Modern hate-fests, yet they seem to crave the opponent's arrival.
Just marry already.
But birds of a feather—hundred whites make all kinds.
Plenty legit clueless ones questioning Classic's purpose.
Hmm. Sweet stuff makes me crave sour.
Licked the glass rim, paused a beat.
Bit impulsive maybe, but decision came quick.
Next one's for tomorrow.
Got work anyway—overdoing booze is bad.
Today, just a palate cleanser.
Time to uphold my rep here.
Want a say in balance?
UID 117329136.
10 Wins, let's go.
Saving Open World for later; Arena's locked pre-ending.
10 Wins should be fine, right?