Sniper's Rampage in the Class Clash
The class tournament at Saseong High School was being broadcast on the streaming site 'Zizijik'.
The streamer handling the commentary was Pajukjuk.
He usually drew around 3,000 viewers on average.
As an Overlant specialist broadcaster, he mainly covered pro tournaments and streamer showdowns. A total esports fanatic, he even poked around amateur events from time to time.
For him,
turning a mere school event like a class tournament into broadcast content might seem a bit iffy, but popular streamer Pajukjuk gladly accepted the offer.
It wasn't just because of his cute niece's request.
"We're starting! The first match of Saseong High School's class tournament, hosted by my niece!"
The viewers' reactions were surprisingly positive, and with the pro season just ended, there wasn't much else to watch.
Pajukjuk was a streamer who occasionally covered amateur tournaments anyway. Broadcasting a high school class clash wouldn't drive away his audience.
Of course, no one expected any pro-level spectacle. The fun of amateurs was in their bizarre scraps, not in witnessing greatness.
"Neither team has anything special. Standard comps you see even in pro matches. Class 1 needs to hold strong around their shield defender, while Class 2 should use their sniper to pick off key targets and slip through the gaps."
True to his status as an Overlant expert streamer, Pajukjuk read the teams' strategies just from their comps.
Well, how special could high school amateurs get anyway?
"Match start! Ah, as expected, Class 2 puts their sniper on high ground and flanks to infiltrate the point. But who's that new attacker? The original members couldn't make it because of academy registration!"
Then, in that moment.
Bang!
Class 1's healer, holding the line behind their shield defender, dropped dead. Pajukjuk's eyes went wide as he shouted.
"What the—?! SniperSiwoo from Class 2 just sliced their healer with a Force Enhancement shot right at the start! Headshot the instant the head peeked out! Now they have to fall back and regroup?!"
Perfectly calculating bullet drop right at the start, nailing a constantly moving target's head? And in that split-second gap when the shield shifted?
Impossible.
Even pros struggled with that.
That's why Pajukjuk and the viewers chalked it up to luck. These things happen sometimes, right? Anyone would think the same.
But.
In that instant, Class 2's sniper picked off Class 1's rifle attacker too.
Another perfect headshot.
"One more down! Class 1's rifle attacker is gone! Their defense is crumbling now?! Ahh, Class 2 pushes in! The shield defender's useless!"
"Tough pick! Distance means bullet drop calculations, factoring in Force usage and enemy move speeds per trait! And under shield defender protection!"
Pajukjuk spat excitedly, flecks of saliva flying.
"I figured the sniper would shine once chaos broke out after some time, but headshots from the jump! Insane accuracy!"
Class 1's attacker and supporter sliced clean in seconds. Their defense line collapsed completely.
Class 1 had to retreat to base for regrouping, letting Class 2 casually claim the point.
But the sniping didn't stop.
Bang!
The remaining attacker and supporter's heads pierced in a flash.
It happened while they peeked for recon.
"The two survivors peek out and get picked off again! All in a blink! Spotting, aiming, firing—like it's one fluid motion!"
The chat exploded.
Pajukjuk was no different.
They were broadcasting 'SniperSiwoo Lee Siwoo' in first-person cam right now.
"Incredible, SniperSiwoo Lee Siwoo! Mechanics and sense that defy logic!"
Pajukjuk's heart pounded fiercely.
He hadn't expected much from this class clash, but maybe stars exist everywhere?
An overwhelming display unfolding.
Capturing the point!
"Point capture activates! Class 2 secures position, and Siwoo advances? No way, forward sniper?!"
Forward sniper.
A strategy where the sniper, who should stay at the rearmost high ground, exploits psychological gaps and pushes ahead of the frontline defender to pick enemies.
"Early forward sniper means fighting solo—super tough! High risk for high reward, but fail and the numbers disadvantage lets them steal the point back?!"
But it wasn't a great strat.
High risk high return, sure—but failure's penalty outweighed the gains.
Viewers, though, were loving it. That was the spice of amateur tourneys.
"Does the forward sniper succeed?! Class 1 players incoming?!"
Pajukjuk held his breath, face flushed.
Bang!
"Picked! Defender folds shield for a sec, and he snipes just the attacker! Perfect forward sniper!"
"Forward sniper's no joke! Gotta kill fast-moving Force Enhancement targets the moment they peek from safety to escape! But he nails it instantly!"
Thrilled, Pajukjuk machine-gunned words, oblivious to his flushed face.
"Right then! Whole Class 1 targets Siwoo?! Ah, he slips out! Teleport Dash over space, Force Enhancement wall-climb escape!"
"Traits all-in on survival: Grapple Hook, agility boost, Teleport Dash!"
Traits came in active and passive varieties, mixable to taste.
A sniper like Siwoo could focus survival concepts.
Melee attackers might go for approach or escape kits.
Overlant let you pair traits with weapons however you liked.
"Grapple Hook recoil launches him skyward! Whoa, headshot! What am I watching?! Siwoo lands aim mid-air! Is this possible?!"
By now, even Pajukjuk was stunned.
Sure, using Grapple Hook recoil to leap was feasible.
Fundamental trick for snipers who spammed it.
But airborne, mid-adjustment, perfect headshot? Unstable balance? Even top-paid pros wouldn't hit consistently.
Mechanics and sense unseen even in pro leagues.
This kid's a freak talent!
Pajukjuk was convinced.
"Time ticking down still! But Class 1 can't counter at all! Siwoo only hits heads, 100%! Class 2 teammates join! 5v? Entrance seal?!"
"Time up! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! My god, over so fast!! Round 1 five-minute cut! Class 1 did nothing—GG!!"
And Round 1 ended.
Thanks to Siwoo's overwhelming performance.
The game wrapped in victory.
Siwoo's character returned to the lobby.
Not my best today. Nerves?
Siwoo glanced down. His fingertips trembled. Angles he'd never miss normally—the thought of thousands watching on stream clawed at his mind.
His heart sank. Was I always this tense? Dry mouth, bitter taste.
But regardless.
"Dude, we took set 1 without a single proper teamfight!"
"Genzhang, iSIUUUUUU!!"
"Lee Siwoo foaming beast, unbelievable!!"
His friends, who couldn't stop gasping even mid-game, yelled. Siwoo's carry was that huge. They'd crushed Class 1 flat!
"Glad it went well."
Siwoo smiled faintly. He'd worried with all the high tiers, but class level was lower than expected. They flailed against one forward sniper.
Confidence surged.
"This dominant? We're sweeping everything."
"Huge. We winning this?"
"Prize money how much?"
"One million won!"
They were already dreaming of victory. Fair enough—they'd dominated rumored powerhouse Class 1 in set 1.
"Siwoo, what are you? Smurf account? How's a Diamond doing that?"
Han Jiyeon playfully poked his shoulder, grinning.
"Haha, guess I got some talent."
Siwoo grinned awkwardly.
Praise made his heart race.
"Stream's blowing up! 'Who that sniper?'"
"Deserved—he solo-carried."
Siwoo sneaked a peek at the chat his friends watched.
Text flooded too fast to track. All that for him? Eyes wide at the frenzy.
Heart raced faster, cold sweat beaded. Thrill and fear crashed together.
Of course,
folks wouldn't hype a class event standout this much usually.
But Siwoo's aim rivaled—no, surpassed—pros.
That's why viewers were hyped.
"Keep it up! Siwoo, you're our hope?!"
"One more like that! Semis bound!"
"Champs!!"
"Our class Overlant top dogs!"
Friends buzzing, morale sky-high.
Siwoo's heart thundered. One shot, crowds cheer, chant his name.
Just a game? Fingertips shook the world. Want more. Feel more. Body burned, sweat cooled—pure thrill.
Heart ached.
A strange emotion welled.
First time feeling this.
Tingly itch he craved forever.
Confidence peaked, emotions surged—Siwoo said what he'd never utter normally.
"Yeah, I'll carry next one too."
But Siwoo's eyes sparkled brighter than ever.