Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: It's Not a Self-Deprecating Broadcast
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“Purchase of military gear confirmed. We wish the operator victory.”
“Yes, thank you.”
I gave a slight nod toward the curt NPC.
Ttalgwi had covered the bill as promised, but I still felt like I’d taken a loss, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
I chewed on my lip for no reason and glanced at the receipt the NPC had handed me.
It was quite long, thanks to the sheer number of items bought.
[Purchase complete. Equipment unlocked.]
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[Firearm unlocked / PPSh-41 7.62x25 SMG]
[Firearm unlocked / TT-33 7.62x25 Pistol]
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[Magazine unlocked / 35-round PPSh-41 7.62x25 Magazine]
[Magazine unlocked / 71-round PPSh-41 7.62x25 Magazine]
[Magazine unlocked / 8-round TT-33 7.62x25 Magazine]
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[Ammo type unlocked / 7.62x25mm TT Pst gzh]
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[Gear unlocked / Ops-Core Fast MT SUPER HIGH CUT Helmet (Black)]
[Gear unlocked / Ops-Core FAST RAC Headsets]
[Gear unlocked / ANA Tactical M2 Plate Carrier (Black)]
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[Clothing unlocked / Tactical Windbreaker (Black)]
[Clothing unlocked / Tactical Dolphin Pants (Black)]
[Clothing unlocked / Tactical Combat Boots (Black)]
“Wow, that’s a ton of stuff...”
My jaw dropped at the list, but in reality, it wasn’t much.
Just the PPSh-41 SMG, Tokarev pistol, helmet, plate carrier, and a tactical clothing set.
I pocketed the receipt and looked at the full-length mirror beside me.
In the reflection, I stood fully geared up with a pouty expression.
“......”
The gear looked pretty legit, but the problem was still those tactical dolphin pants.
With the super short shorts topped by a windbreaker and plate carrier, I looked like I wasn’t wearing any bottoms at all.
Most of the gear was black too, making my pale legs stand out even more.
It was so bad that the only upside I could think of was that enemies might shoot at my legs first.
『Kyahahaha look at those pale legs lololol』
『Short height means the plate carrier’s sized down too, so freaking cute lololol』
『Holy shit I can’t take this... brb for 30 mins』
【Kukudas donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Sukka you’re so cool and cute〕
『Legs like a middle schooler’s, just those bare and it’s already borderline lololol』
『Fr, that’s exactly the right amount lol if it went up to the navel we’d all get reported lol』
『Tactical sloooowwwww lololololol』
I glanced at chat and my face heated up.
The viewers who’d just been threatening me to strip more were now showering me with pervy sexual harassment.
Their reactions brought more defeat than shame.
I’d rushed in to protect Shin Ara’s wallet, but in the end, I’d fallen for the donation bait anyway.
How were there over 200 viewers and only one ally?
To calm the hyped-up crowd, I slapped on chat restrictions.
“U-um... Sukka... you’re too cute... seriously the best... total angel...”
That’s when Ttalgwi, who’d been watching me, started acting like a dog that crapped on the living room floor.
She must’ve felt bad for making me wear dolphin pants just because the donations blinded her.
I shook my head to tell her not to worry.
She beamed innocently like nothing happened and sidled right up to me.
“Hehe. So, how’s it feel wearing them for real? Comfier than you thought, right?”
“No. I’ll freeze to death like this. My whole mindset for combat’s off.”
“A-ah... s-sorry... I’ll buy you proper uniforms later...”
“It’s fine. I don’t want any uniforms anyway. So I’ll politely decline Ttalgwi’s help.”
“......You just tried to cut ties with me by rejecting that, didn’t you?”
“......”
“Waaah! Forgive me please!”
I pushed away the foxy girl’s aegyo and told her it was a joke.
The battlefield we were heading to was warm anyway, so no freezing worries.
Plus, it wasn’t a lie that I had no uniforms I wanted.
Every uniform I’d worn on the Eastern Front was trash.
They soaked through with water easily, blocked no cold, and got shredded by bullets like paper.
Sizes never fit right, so I had to sew them myself, and the rough fabric chafed my skin every move.
Total burlap sacks I wore out of necessity.
If the PPSh-41 was my best friend, uniforms were my worst enemy.
No wonder I had zero expectations for them.
Sure, better than tactical dolphin pants, but wearing real uniforms still took guts.
“So, off to fight now?”
“Yeah. We can start right away. But you sure you’re okay? I’m about to get demoted, so I’d love the help, but I don’t want to burden you, Sukka.”
“Hmm... I think it’ll be fine. The fear’s mostly gone now. Guess the viewers teasing pissed me off.”
“Hehe. You’ll get used to that chat fast. Wanna counter-queue conquest? This way.”
Fully armed in body and mind, I followed Ttalgwi.
Time to face my trauma head-on, win or lose.
“Will you join conquest?”
We stood before the female NPC from two days ago and declared our participation.
She adjusted her glasses while checking papers and replied.
“Conquest entry confirmed. Proceed to the battlefield immediately.”
Unlike last time’s mid-game support join, this was as a starting member.
True to the world’s #1 concurrent players rep, matchmaking finished instantly.
The armory’s massive doors slid open with a roar and fierce wind.
Unlike mid-join, this aggressive cutscene gave me chills from the immersion.
“Transport chopper’s here! Operators, board now!”
The roar was from a huge transport helicopter.
Guess they did this to amp up player immersion.
Witnessing it firsthand made my heart pound like it’d burst.
Good thing it was my first chopper ride—no trauma memories to trigger panic.
“Aaack! Why helicopter spawn again!”
Ttalgwi saw it differently.
She screamed, so I asked what was wrong. She hooked her arm in mine and whined loudly.
“I’ve got acrophobia! Just give me a normal train spawn! Sukka! Can we dodge this one?”
“......”
I flinched at ‘train spawn’ and stepped toward the chopper.
Sorry to acrophobic Ttalgwi, but trains scared me more than helos.
A Siberia express repeat would definitely panic me.
Her fear wasn’t that bad, though—she whined but took the lead.
“Hey! What’s the map this time?!”
“Check your PDA, asshole!”
“Hey, hey! Look! Female players!”
“Shut up! Party chat, you maniac! So embarrassing fr!”
The chopper was already packed with players.
Some partying up, chatting over the prop noise.
They reacted differently when we boarded.
Some oblivious, some glancing indifferently, some staring at our bare skin.
The wildest reactions were to our exposure, of course.
Overwhelmed by stares at my legs, I hid behind Ttalgwi.
= “Prop noise is loud, so party chat for now.”
Ttalgwi’s voice came through my headset.
I sat beside her inside, giving a ‘how?’ face.
She tapped my right shoulder and grinned.
Every player, including me, had a radio there.
= “Hold the button and talk. Mic’s on the headset, see?”
“Like this?”
= “Yep. Party’s 1, squad 2, platoon 3, up to company chat.”
“Ah, got it.”
= “Viewers hear it too, so careful. Snipers listen in and hunt you. Lose cuz of it, get flamed hard.”
“Okay...”
I peeked at chat per her advice.
Viewers I’d restricted for going too far were now begging for comms at ‘once per minute.’
Demanding a lot from a third-time streamer newbie.
I promised interaction off-collab and soothed them.
= “Th-they’re taking off now. Won’t take long, so basic rundown first.”
While I was distracted, Ttalgwi sounded urgent.
Chopper lifting off—probably her acrophobia.
I held her hand, signaling no worries.
Heli vibes, her anxiety, my fear—our gripped hands shook.
= “First, PDA. Everyone calls it that. Front plate carrier pocket. Checks battlefield status. Like a map in other games.”
“Ah, yeah. I get it.”
= “Can activate assist systems via PDA. Aim, reload aids, but body moves auto, no flexible response. Decide based on that.”
“Hmm... I’ll disable.”
“Uh... what else? Oh! IFF via arms/helmet. Allies green highlight, enemies red. Teamkill? Get flamed. Careful.”
“Got it. I’ll remember.”
Despite her acrophobia terror, Ttalgwi explained diligently.
Grateful, I focused intently, not missing a word.
Then, familiar sounds crept in.
Explosions, shattering, blasts. The hellish din of the battlefield.
“S-soon it’ll shake! Waaah! Hate heli spawns so much!”
She hugged me screaming at the noise.
Simultaneously, familiar-yet-alien artillery boomed everywhere.
Chopper rocked hard—must’ve been AA fire somewhere.
Having only shot AA guns from ground, now taking hits? My mind went blank.
= “Our 6th squad starts right at C point. Stick together, no solo plays. Let’s do this.”
A radio call came as the chopper touched down.
Others unbothered meant the AA was just show.
Realizing that, I sighed in relief, calming my racing heart.
Just overexcited, not panicking—yet. Couldn’t relax with PTSD lurking.
“L-let’s go quick!”
“Yeah.”
Soon as the door opened, we jumped out.
Seeing even-more-scared Ttalgwi gave me heavy responsibility, suppressing my PTSD.
Feet on ground, I held her hand and scanned around.
Players rushed from the chopper amid a sand-dusted Middle Eastern city.
PDA check with shaky hands: ‘Fallujah.’
This battle was set in Iraq’s hotspot.
“Phew... feeling alive now. You good too, Sukka?”
『Sukka, anything happens I’ll rush right over!』
“Yeah. I’m okay now too. Thanks everyone for worrying.”
Good thing I had a friend and chat visible.
Scared shitless, near-mad, but I could fight to protect my ally.
Every war’s terrifying enough to wanna die anyway.
I gripped my PPSh-41, summoning old instincts.
“So far, no issues.”
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