Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Hel: Odin's Daughter Open Event
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"…Ugh. It's cold."
I dragged my slippers along as I stepped out into the alleyway.
I walked carefully, paying close attention to everything so I wouldn't lose my way. Getting lost would be a total disaster. I kept turning back now and then to memorize the route.
I had no idea exactly where in Geomdan this was, but whether apartments or commercial buildings, almost everything looked brand new.
The building I'd come out of seemed like an eight-story luxury villa. I'd sensed it from inside, but it looked even pricier from the outside.
What did Kang Ji-min even do for a living to live in a place like this?
At first, I'd worried about rent, but seeing a million won stuffed in the wallet made me think she came from money. Nah. Better not get my hopes up.
The debt mountain theory was still very much alive.
...Still, I hoped she was loaded if possible. Losing that nest egg I'd been saving up bit by bit was bad enough; going broke on top of that would just crush me.
No convenience stores in sight nearby, so I headed toward the area buzzing with people.
I followed the flow of foot traffic blindly and emerged onto a main street lined with tall buildings that looked like a shopping district.
Even late as it was, crowds thronged the area. I could feel passersby glancing at me as they went by.
You never really get how brazen people's stares can feel until you're the one on the receiving end.
I looked around and spotted a convenience store across the crosswalk.
I stood there blankly, scanning the surroundings, but nothing stood out. If I had to pick something, maybe the young crowd? Kids everywhere suggested this was near some cram school district. The students, boys and girls alike, snuck peeks at me as they passed, leaving a weird vibe.
Skin prickling—that's exactly what it felt like.
Even waiting at the light, the stares kept coming from all sides.
Makes sense, though. The owner of this body was some rare SSS-class beauty you don't see every day in the area. I might've stolen a glance myself.
"…"
But my fellow students here? Their stares were way too obvious.
Should've thrown on a coat or something. The weather was tolerable, but the eyes were unsettling.
And that middle school boy over there. Dude, even you—staring right through my chest like that…
The convenience store was visible across the crosswalk, and true to cram school central, the same building had a stationery shop, karaoke joint, and PC bang attached.
"Huh?"
It was so absurd I let out a voice without thinking. Every student nearby turned to stare, but screw it—that wasn't important right now.
There was a PC bang.
And a sandwich board sign right at the entrance on the first floor.
And. And.
I could see the text on that signboard.
[Force Knight Major Update] [RTX 2080, 32-inch 180Hz Monitors]
[Hot New Release: Hel: Odin's Daughter Open Event!!]
"No way…?"
So.
I was seeing this clearly with my own two eyes, right?
[Hot New Release: Hel: Odin's Daughter Open Event!!]
I rubbed my eyes and looked again. And again.
Wondering if my eyes were playing tricks, I checked once more.
Maybe I was too far? I crossed the street for a closer look.
[Hot New Release: Hel: Odin's Daughter Open Event!!]
I'd seen it right.
If I'd lost that bet and they took my balls.
That'd mean the sequel… was real?
Why hadn't I even considered it?
Headache? Yeah, it hurt.
Situation too ridiculous? Totally.
But this.
No.
Really, this.
Was there anything more important in the whole world?
"Fuck my balls."
The students who'd been sneaking peeks at my face jumped in shock. Especially that middle schooler who'd been ogling my chest—he practically leaped away.
I couldn't give a single shit.
Hel: Odin's Daughter live.
Those eight letters. Nothing else existed in my vision.
My heart pounded like a war drum at those eight letters.
I stumbled back home in a daze.
On the way there, I'd been cautious, glancing everywhere. On the way back, I walked like I was entranced, no thoughts at all. Then I started jogging. Then running.
Running made my chest bounce up and down, sending jolts of pain. A totally unfamiliar kind, but trivial. Didn't register at all.
I swiped the prepped card at the entrance, hit the elevator button. Waiting for it to come down, my body was already itching to move.
Ugh. Ah. Lips itching to yell clamped shut as I boarded.
Finally unlocking the door to my beloved home (Lee Jin-cheol X, Kang Ji-min O), I couldn't hold back—I threw my hands up and shouted.
"I won!!"
At last.
Finally!!!
"Fuck yeah, thank you!! I love you so much!!"
Odin's Son sequel out!!!
If I had to describe what makes me me, Odin's Son claims at least 50% stake.
It's that essential to explaining human Lee Jin-cheol.
No Odin's Son, no explaining my life. No explaining that means no conveying the hell of six years of no dates, radio silence, mockery, and torment.
I spent my youth on Odin's Son, made friends through it, retook entrance exams because of it, got academic probation from it, and dodged death thanks to it.
Half my life was Odin's Son.
The game had swords, spears, axes as basics, plus every weapon imaginable—large, medium, small, great, freakish, modded… over 200 in total.
Each with unique patterns, varying efficiency by build.
Take Choir of Thorns Spear: famous for pairing with Footstep Pulse rune.
Main rune Footstep Pulse thorn spear builds keep distance, lay mid poke, infamous for mimicking some game's projectile.
Honestly, only bronze/silver scrubs fell for that rep… ahem.
Choir Harmony rune thorn spear ditches mid poke, focuses short windup high poke for easy mixups and low sweep.
Runes change playstyle and counters. Advanced: hybrid builds for mind games via meta share.
-Mastering this, timing fights per pattern—that's Odin's Son's charm.
-Yeah. Tough at first, but addictive once you get it.
-…Ain't it just hardcore vet game?
-Hah!!!!!
Runes dictate play, so builds? Thousands easy. Two thousand no sweat.
Back then, unemployed me and retired-on-injury Potbelly Uncle were time billionaires—Gates and Musk of hours. Playtime mutual 10k+ hours, world rank 1-2 swapping between [LetsSeeThatBack] and [MakePotbellyBleed] duo spread our names.
…Not really famous. Userbase dwindled by then.
Anyway, hardcore vet barrier? Laughable to time tycoons. We grinded builds, faith in epic sequel.
Sequel delayed again.
Era of mockery and torment.
We ripped into Earth's worst dev, shitgard Software. Potbelly Uncle, who'd sunk his injury payout into their stock like we were one, raged hardest.
Plenty bailed then, but not us. Half our lives were Odin's Son; power dynamic long flipped.
Like the old bat carving his bat, we honed builds, eyes on 10th anniversary. Surely then, the epic sequel.
Sequel delayed again. Again.
We raged, but what could a couple users do?
Back to grinding builds. Self-mocking as idiots and trash, clinging to the dead game like fondling a lost child's balls.
Didn't expect my balls to get taken, though.
Eh, whatever. Real man loses balls? Big deal.
But half my life back? Balls are nothing.
Balls weigh maybe 100g tops. Odin's Son? Half of 177cm 72kg Lee Jin-cheol—over 36kg.
350x the weight, easy. Feel the difference?
Get it now? Why the freakout. What those six letters mean to me.
'Hel: Odin's Daughter Launch.' Six letters, cheers.
TS normalizes the world!!