Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Not a Self-Deprecating Broadcast
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- BOOM!!!
《Ughhh!!》
Sukka groaned in agony as she hurled herself out of the way of the anti-tank weapon.
At the same time, her pale legs scraped against the stone pavement, producing a gruesome sound.
Sukka immediately fired back in response, pulling a fresh magazine from the pocket of her body armor.
It took less than two seconds to eject the empty mag and slap in the new one.
She must have done it hundreds, thousands of times—her body remembered it all.
You could glimpse the truth in that: brutal combat like this was everyday life for her.
《Where the hell did that bastard go!!》
《Stop dragging this out and just die, you fuck!!》
Having reloaded, Sukka bolted through the wall that the anti-tank weapon had crumbled.
Moments later, enemies poured into the spot where she'd been hiding, but seeing the empty room, they could only spit out rough curses.
The foes chasing Sukka right now had to be losing their minds.
Their front lines were being pushed back, and they needed to secure the ally respawn point—but Sukka was holding C-point and waging guerrilla warfare.
In conquest mode, there weren't many ways to respawn at an active combat zone.
If they couldn't kill Sukka right now, their lines would get pushed all the way back to their spawn.
『Wake up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!』
『Goddamn... ruined again because of Ttalgwi...』
『Snap out of it!!! Snap out of it!!! Snap out of it!!! Snap out of it!!! Snap out of it!!!!!』
『But damn, she fights like a beastㄷㄷㄷㄷ』
“Victoria...”
Naturally, the viewers watching Sukka's stream were going insane too.
They'd tried to calm the streamer's panic, only to get infected by it themselves.
Even Shin Ara, the stream's manager, couldn't keep up with chat.
After all, the one on the verge of cracking was Shin Ara herself.
《Eto bol'no...》
『Eto bol'no: That hurts』
『Her whole body's wrecked—of course it hurts!!!!』
『Please log out!! Please log out!! Please log out!! Please log out!! Please log out!!』
『All you fucks who told her to wear tactical dolphin pants—shove your heads up your asses』
Thrown into the thick of battle, Sukka's body was already a total mess.
Thanks to the short shorts the viewers had made her wear, her legs were drenched in blood, and without gloves, half her left fingers were gone.
Of course, since it was a stream, all the gory bits were censored.
But from how agonizingly she writhed, everyone could tell her injuries were severe.
They said you don't feel pain in the game, but this was weird.
It must be her extreme PTSD recreating the agony.
【User ㅇㅇ has donated 100,000 coins!】
〔I'm truly sorry. I'm slamming my head right now.〕
『No way she misses the donation sound this time too?』
『Just try lifting your head before she snaps out of it』
『Please!!! Snap out of it!!! I'm scared!!!』
Of course, the viewers' desperate cries fell on deaf ears.
Sukka's vision had narrowed; she wasn't reacting to any outside noise.
Not even a flinch at a massive donation ping.
It was like she'd blocked out all extraneous sound to focus on the enemy's footsteps.
= 《Sukka!! Run!! Please just run!! Sukka!!》
It was so bad she couldn't even recognize Ttalgwi's voice over comms.
She scowled at the word 'Sukka,' but didn't seem to recall it was her own nickname.
The fierce fighting must have dragged her mind even deeper into the abyss.
If Ttalgwi called her 'Victoria Chernakoshka,' she might snap out of it—but as someone banned from Ttalgwi's stream before, Shin Ara had no way to tell her.
《Found you! You fucking bi—aaagh!!》
《Don't just charge in—clear your mag first!!》
And still, the battle raged on.
Sukka darted from house to house endlessly, steadily thinning the enemy numbers.
This was a totally different vibe from her panic last time.
Before, she'd cowered in terror; now, she seemed lost in rage, rampaging wildly.
She waited for enemies to chase her, then unleashed merciless gunfire.
When ammo ran dry, she tossed even her cherished PPSh.
Then fluidly drew her pistol for confirmation kills, looted weapons from corpses, and dove back into the carnage.
A hero to allies, a demon to enemies.
You could feel it—the brutality of the Eastern Front she'd survived, the scars of four years fighting there, all bleeding through her combat.
- BOOM!!!
《Haaah!!》
But no matter how well she fought, things only got worse.
No allies nearby to help her, while enemies kept swarming to defend the point.
In the end, Sukka got caught in a collapsing building, clutching her severed left arm as she fell.
It had to hurt like hell, but her short cry froze every viewer.
No time to lie there suffering, though.
An enemy tank's treads rumbled closer, shaking the ground.
『Fucking tank showed up in the end』
『If that hit right, she'd be dead for real』
『Just ditch Ttalgwi and run please!!!!』
『These enemies are so goddamn persistent I wanna rip 'em apart』
『No way she survives this』
Failing to memorize the map beforehand had been a fatal mistake.
She'd avoided main roads for guerrilla play, but the enemies weren't dumb—they'd herded her right into this.
Everyone foresaw Sukka's death now that she'd run into a tank.
Even Sukka herself seemed to give up standing as she heard the engine.
《Irina...》
Even a hero couldn't take a tank without anti-tank gear.
And with injuries this bad, moving seemed impossible.
Finally, Sukka muttered softly and let her gun slip from limp fingers.
Sad resignation welled up as tears in her hollow eyes.
“No... Victoria...”
Soon, the tank that spotted her slowly swiveled its turret.
Aiming to finish off the broken girl for good.
Merciless shelling would crush her life any second.
Shin Ara, watching the stream, averted her eyes without thinking.
- WHOOSH—
That was when it happened.
- —KABOOM!!!
A missile from somewhere blew the enemy tank's turret clean off.
《Ah...》
Sukka stared blankly up at the sky.
Different sights began reflecting in her eyes, once clouded with despair.
Fierce sandwinds clearing black smoke. Attack chopper firing air-to-ground missiles. A transport helo hovering overhead.
Overwhelming,感動, utterly modern.
= 《Squad Six, going down.》
Allies.
The squadmates killed earlier in the ambush were respawning at her side.
= 《A bit late.》
Ally voices crackled over comms as they began rappelling down.
The first to land was a man in a stylish skull mask.
From looks to nickname to lines—total commitment to the concept.
Chat exploded in cheers at Ghost's entrance.
『Waaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!』
『So fuuuuuuucking late but thank you!!!!!!!!』
『Heal her quick! Heal her quick! Heal her quick! Heal her quick! Heal her quick!』
《Emergency, excuse me.》
Ghost slid down the rope and carefully hoisted Sukka onto his back.
He asked the squad to cover them, then bolted for safety.
The medic tailed naturally, while fierce gunfire erupted behind.
For Sukka? Revenge? Whatever—Squad Six, back from death, was unleashing hell.
《We'll treat you somewhere safe first. Can you hold on a bit longer?》
Thanks to reinforcements, Sukka—barely clinging to life—was being evacuated rearward.
Luckily, she recognized Ghost's skull mask and didn't mistake him for an enemy, even in panic.
Racing through alleys, a familiar spot flashed on screen.
Then, piggybacked on Ghost, Sukka spoke in a feeble voice.
《Tuda...》
《Pardon? Didn't catch that.》
《That way... over there... please...》
《Ah, yes. Got it.》
Ghost veered toward where she pointed, no questions asked—peak manly.
A wider alley soon appeared.
Familiar to Shin Ara and viewers: the wall where Ttalgwi had fallen.
《Heal... me...》
《Yes. Please get down and sit for a sec.》
《Not me... save... that person...》
《Huh?》
The medic followed Sukka's gaze and turned.
He rushed to Ttalgwi slumped against the wall.
But checking her, the medic just shook his head.
His low voice stabbed like a dagger into everyone.
《She's already dead...》
《N-no... no...》
Hearing of Ttalgwi's death, Sukka feebly flailed.
Like begging Ghost to put her down.
Ghost knelt and set her on the ground.
Sukka staggered over and collapsed into Ttalgwi's arms.
《Ah...》
But Ttalgwi couldn't hold her.
She just flopped limply aside.
The comrade she'd fought to protect, risking her life, was gone.
All effort wasted—Sukka's tear ducts finally broke.
《This time too... couldn't protect you...》
And what broke this time...
《Once again... only I... survived...》
...wasn't just her tear ducts.