Unstoppable Carry
Right after the first round ends.
—Woooaaah!!
—Lee Siwoo! Lee Siwoo! Lee Siwoo!
—Can we really expect a perfect score?!
—What an insane start……!!
The long silence of Kaiserst's humiliation and oppression exploded like a dam breaking.
The fans, who had been huddled in quiet endurance, unleashed their roars, shaking the entire stadium like a storm.
The echo reverberated, as if the stadium itself was letting out a massive bellow.
It meant a ton of Kaiserst fans had shown up live.
At the center of it all.
The average match time for Cargo Transport in OCK is 20 minutes per round! That's 40 minutes total over two rounds, making it the longest game mode……!
Kaiserst took round 1 in just 10 minutes! The Forward Sniper was perfect! Red Force couldn't do a thing!
The caster and commentator spat into their mics as they spoke.
Siwoo's constant movement between points was huge. He got Force support from Lee Soo-hyuk and Kim Yong-taek, so he never ran short!
Force management was key there! Mixing Force Enhancement rounds with regular ammo so perfectly—he didn't give them a moment's rest!
The caster nods. Full agreement with the commentator.
Exactly! He pokes at the right times, then drops Force Enhancement rounds for checkmate to secure the return for sure!
The king of thrift! Is this guy majoring in economics?! He knows Force economy inside out—like a pro economist!
With Red Force's offense completely shut down, round 2's flow was obvious.
Kaiserst had cargo control—if they pushed even a little, the game was over.
And so, set 2 begins.
Aaah, Kaiserst captures cargo! They can't avoid Siwoo's support fire! No main squad clash possible!
Kaiserst was massacring Red Force.
The match was a straight-up slaughter.
They swarm together to catch him, he slips away perfectly. Solo mark him? Too much! What are they supposed to do?!
Overwhelming! No one's done this in OCK history! Even worldwide, no one's shown this destructive power!
Park Chan-seong's minor slips and call misses in fights, but Siwoo's support covers it all!
No gaps to exploit! How do you even play against this, Siwoo?! Sniper with no mercy!
Red Force had no answer.
They couldn't escape the cargo zone, and the sniper's shots were 100% accurate.
Siwoo's switching sniper spots nonstop! Fires once, moves; gets a kill, moves! Red Force has to keep adjusting their formation!
That makes Kaiserst's frontal pushes way easier! Look—Red Force attackers can't focus fire properly! They're getting pushed back!
The flow was one-sided.
Violently so.
Like a three-year-old kid charging a jacked adult male, Red Force's counters weren't even a wiggle from an earthworm.
"No way, that's for real……!!"
"……No answer here."
"This? Ha……."
The Red Force players sighed in unison.
That sigh was the hell Siwoo had created.
Aaah, GG! Match ends with Kaiserst victory! Total time 15:28! Just one match after their record, Kaiserst shatters the shortest win time again!
In the end, Red Force crumbled pathetically.
Red Force, utter humiliation! To suffer a match this shameful!
Siwoo's too overwhelming! Every shot takes someone out—what can you do?!
The return of the Heavenly Demon?! From debut to now—talent that reminds us of Laker!
And the match ends.
Sets 1 and 2, total domination.
A short break after the match.
Right after logout, your mind's foggy—you might lose balance walking—so they give a brief rest. Then head to greet fans after POM announcement.
So Siwoo could open his eyes leisurely.
"Hoo."
Siwoo slowly rises from the capsule and peers through the glass beyond.
Endless waving cheer sticks and glow sticks.
The fans' cheers crash like waves, unstoppable by glass or white noise.
A satisfying sight.
"Hm. Stable."
Siwoo closes his eyes.
Self-indulgent? Sure.
The thrill buzzing through his body, chills crawling up his spine to his nape.
Heart pounding.
Moving tens of thousands with his play—like becoming a transcendent being.
This feeling never gets old. Always electric.
"What? That face?"
Then Lee Soo-hyuk, logging out, stares at Siwoo with a twisted expression.
"W-what about it?"
Siwoo flinches, forces an awkward smile. Yeah, like it's nothing.
"Dude, you look like a crazy narcissist."
"Narcissist?"
Damn, thought I hid it.
"Yeah. Straight-up pervert vibes."
"Come on, pervert's a bit……."
Was it that obvious?
Siwoo glances at the glass.
His faint reflection smiles brighter than ever. He thought it was subtle.
"Nah, Soo-hyuk hyung. Pervert on POM day? Come on."
"Right. He hard-carried today. Praise is the norm, yeah?"
Park Chan-seong chimes in, and Siwoo nods vigorously in agreement. Worth the pre-game charm offensive.
Still, Lee Soo-hyuk doesn't back down.
"No, Siwoo's face was legit pervert-level. I jumped when I got up—some psycho in the glass. My wives would've fainted."
"Who're the wives?"
"My game characters."
"……Ah, got it."
Siwoo shuts up. Lesson from school: don't engage otakus on their niche stuff.
"Haha, these guys got endless energy. Doing talk show after hard game."
Kim Ho-jong, up and chugging water, chuckles. Soaked in sweat—must've burned focus today.
Some types sweat buckets in concentration. Tests say healthy, so good.
Kim Yong-taek, stretching quietly beside him, asks.
"So who's POM today?"
"Siwoo, right?"
"Obvious. He swept kills."
"Again? We deserved it too, no?"
"We were sidekicks."
"True. You and Soo-hyuk were Siwoo's Force packs."
Siwoo's stats: Sets 1-2 total 37 kills, 0 deaths, 15 assists.
Personal score or impact—POM was his by right.
Anyone else getting it? Wiki controversy page gains a line.
"Whew, no good. Siwoo, practice other weapons. Sniping funnels resources to you—we can't get POM."
"Bet he'd crush Gun Katana Rifle too? Wanna try melee/assassin types on him."
"Other weapons?"
"Yeah. Gun Katana Rifle, daggers, katana. Seeing his sniper play? He'll ace others."
Never thought about other weapons.
Sniper alone wins everything.
But top teams like A1, Hanhaseong Life, defending champs GZ? Different story.
"Might be good to practice……."
Prep for them early. More cards to show, the better.
Who’s today’s POM?!
Kaiserst unanimous again! Commentators, analysts, viewers—all picked one player!
Aaah, I think we know who! Check out today’s POM!
The central stadium screen spins to Siwoo's profile pic.
Player Lee Siwoo!
—Woooaaah!
—Lee Siwoo! Lee Siwoo! Lee Siwoo!
—You’re Kaiserst’s hope……!
As expected.
Result was set.
Not just sweeping kills/assists, but 0 deaths too. Obvious.
"Off to interview."
Siwoo smirks, stands.
"What's the ceremony today?"
"SIU pose?"
"Honestly, that's all I wait for."
Kim Yong-taek and Kim Ho-jong eye him eagerly. Siwoo chuckles, shakes head.
"Born in Korea, how could I do the crane kick ceremony?"
Cristiano Ronaldo's image still trash post-that incident, over 20 years later. Memes softened it some.
Fans might love it.
Lots know the ceremony.
But Siwoo wants his own. One that screams "Lee Siwoo."
Nothing yet—but not last POM. Plenty time.
"Be back."
Interview wraps smoothly.
Siwoo hops in the team van with the guys. Seven-seater, including two managers for player care.
Comfy seats, minimal sway—perfect for lounging. Siwoo leans back, stares ahead motionless.
"Tired?"
A manager asks.
Siwoo shakes head, smiles.
"Nah, dopamine rush—wide awake. Energized."
No way tired. Carried hard, got MVP, hit 400 POM points. Fireworks in his brain.
"How about the rest?"
"I'm good. Didn't do much."
"Not tired."
"Same."
Park Chan-seong, Lee Soo-hyuk, Kim Yong-taek—no fatigue. Match too easy.
But.
"What, just me wiped?"
Kim Ho-jong's different. Unlike fresh teens, he looks drained. Sweaty constitution hits harder.
"Hyung's denture age now."
"Old man's bedtime."
"You punks got no filter."
Kim Ho-jong laughs playfully, smacks Kim Yong-taek and Lee Soo-hyuk's arms.
"Why though? Any schedule after?"
"Nah, no real plans. Great start, fans hyped—thought we'd do a commute live for old times' sake."
Commute live?
Siwoo tilts head.
"What's that?"
"Stream to dorm, chat with fans. Simple."
"Oh……."
Real-time fan interaction on the way home? Attention nonstop?
"Skip if tired. Player condition first."
"Nah, let's do it? Commute live. You guys cool?"
Wanna do it.
Commute live.