No Human Rights for the Defeated

Ever since I got my first real taste of broadcasting, my daily life had settled into a simple rhythm of gaming and streaming. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore.

“Um… you seem to be taking this a lot more seriously than I expected. You haven’t touched any other facilities for the entire week, have you? It’s been nothing but Virtual Arena.”

Oh Seeun’s original determination to turn me into a pro gamer had apparently evaporated. She sounded genuinely worried, as if my current obsession unsettled her. I could understand how she felt. After all, she had dragged me into this world only to watch me play games from dawn to dusk. Still, having already pushed through Diamond and Master, with Grandmaster now right in front of me, I couldn’t afford to do anything else.

So I pulled out my trump card.

“Well… it’s true I’ve been playing too much lately, but didn’t you tell me to try becoming a pro gamer again, Unnie?”

“Now that I’m actually having fun with it, I’m giving it my all.”

Even though she had always hinted that she wanted me to call her “Unnie,” I had stubbornly stuck to “Miss Seeun.” The sudden change made Oh Seeun freeze completely. She stood there repeating the word “Unnie” under her breath in a tiny voice before retreating to her room.

…She really is a strange person.

I had predicted she would react like that, yet seeing it in person left me with an oddly satisfying feeling.

“Then shall we jump into the promotion matches?”

Now that I had properly soothed Oh Seeun, I pushed aside the terrifying inbox with its +999 unread messages and logged into the game once again.

The viewers greeted me with the same lively energy as always the moment the stream started.

“Hmm… a fandom name, huh…”

A perfect idea immediately came to mind.

“Since we’re a saintess’s followers, we should obviously have our own holy order, right?”

“Everyone, as of today, you are now the Cult.”

While I watched the Cult’s spicy reactions with great satisfaction, a few strange comments caught my eye. YouTube channel. Video editor. In my first world I might not have noticed, but I had zero memory of creating any YouTube channel in this one.

“Ah… yeah, that’s right.”

I brushed it off casually and thought about it again. The answer came surprisingly fast. There was only one person who would create a YouTube channel without my permission.

“Haha… that damn woman.”

It looked like I would need to pay Oh Seeun a visit the moment the stream ended.

Of course, the moment the Cult sensed my ominous mood they assumed they had done something wrong again. They were trembling, terrified of another purge.

‘Still, I don’t go around tormenting innocent people.’

Unfortunately this time the problem was with someone else, so I couldn’t mess with them.

“Don’t worry too much. This is an external issue.”

“…What was that about a cult? That’s a serious crime, so I’ll send that person off with conviction.”

Classes other than priest… To be honest, I was quite curious about the other options too. But that didn’t mean I had any particular reason or justification to grant their wishes easily, so I decided to make things both fun and difficult.

“Alright everyone? Before we seriously start the promotion matches, I have one proposal for you.”

“It looks like you’re all excited to see me play other classes… but I still believe priest is the best class, you know?”

“So if any of you in the Cult can beat me in a one-on-one, that belief will be broken. As proof that I acknowledge it, I’ll only play that class in ranked from then on.”

“However, if you lose, the price for daring to challenge the authority of the priest is to chant your own class is beneath the priest three times… How about it?”

As expected, the chat exploded at the provocative offer. From Cult members predicting my victory to arrogant ones certain of their own, all kinds of opinions flooded the screen as the chat burned hotter and hotter.

“Then… shall we begin?”

As expected, not a single member of the Cult could stand against me. Even the user who claimed to be a famous ninja main in Challenger was subdued without much resistance. The other viewers who watched a Challenger get crushed right before their eyes had no choice but to accept it.

“Then shall we hear the three chants now?”

All that remained was the humiliating triple chant given to the defeated.

His pride must have been hurt. Even in chat he was trying to twist it to make it sound like he had beaten me.

“You have to do it properly. Ninja below Priest. Ninja below Priest. Ninja below Priest. Say it three times.”

Of course I wasn’t going to fall for such a cheap trick.

“If you half-ass it again I’ll permanently ban your IP and clip it, so please carry it out fairly and squarely.”

“Very well done.”

Of course, there was no avoiding being clipped. What, does that break the promise? I wasn’t the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠one who edited it, so it doesn’t matter. Besides, the defeated have no human rights to begin with.

“Everyone calm down first. Now that that’s settled, shall we head into the Grandmaster promotion match?”

Since I had already beaten a Challenger, I was certain no one else would challenge me. That was exactly when—

A big fish had appeared.

“…Yes. Then this will be the final match.”

GOD Bahamute. One of the players who had been called one of the greatest top laners of my previous life had suddenly shown up in a 1v1 match I had started for fun.

As expected, the chat was in complete chaos. And for the first time in a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠while, I felt my blood boil with excitement as the 1v1 against him began.