Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: It's Not a Self-Deprecating Stream Episode 30
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‘Victoria. Do you know what a sniper needs most?’
A conversation I’d once had with Irina came back to me.
Judging by the cutesy tone in her voice from the memory, she must have been pleasantly drunk at the time.
Back then, I would have definitely answered ‘patience’ and ‘composure’.
My two comrades who had trained me in sniping had each emphasized patience and composure above all.
But unfortunately, I couldn’t recall the real answer Irina had given after that.
She’d probably just said something like ‘The real answer is vodka!’, but it made me sad that I’d forgotten even that memory.
“Patience and composure...”
Still, dredging up the memory had helped me barely cling to my sanity.
The sensations from my days as a sniper revived, pushing back the PTSD and letting me seize control once more.
It was a blessing in disguise that my attacker had chosen to snipe at me, of all things.
I’d always strived to stay calm when facing snipers, so getting hit by this surprise shot had paradoxically sharpened my cool-headedness.
『It’s a sniper, fuck』
『That’s why I didn’t join as a viewer, afraid some asshole like this would show up』
『Is this guy a real psychopath? You’re supposed to aim at actual people when sniping, right?』
As my composure returned, the stream chat started entering my field of vision.
From the viewers’ furious reactions, it was clear this guy was a sniper troll.
I hadn’t expected viewers to turn against me like this, and a sense of betrayal welled up.
My body heated up as I entered combat mode, while my mind turned as cold as a midwinter snowfield.
『Ah... Sukka’s about to cause a huge scene again...』
『Sniping a girl with no gun? Fuck』
『I wanna rip that clueless bastard apart』
But even if I’d escaped the panic, the situation was still utterly hopeless.
I was completely unarmed, and on top of that, the stream was being watched by the enemy.
I’d never experienced psychological warfare this modern on the Eastern Front.
With tech over 80 years behind, it was unavoidable.
If he was watching the stream, then I had to use the stream right back at him.
Right now, it was time to fight not as Victoria, but as Sukka.
【User ㅇㅇ has donated 1,000 coins!】
〔I donated and you’re not even reacting? Still not seeing chat or donations?〕
Right then, another bullet ricocheted alongside a donation message.
I pinpointed the direction from the gunshot, but sadly couldn’t nail down the exact position.
At the same time, the chat exploded with curses and worries.
They even seemed to think I was panicking again, as high-value donations started pouring in.
The support eased my mind a bit, but I didn’t like the sniper troll’s messages getting buried.
I flattened myself on the car’s back seat and quietly made a request to the viewers.
“I’m fine. You don’t need to donate.”
【User ㅇㅇ has donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Don’t refuse, just react already? Translate that sex joke the NPC said earlier〕
“That’s not for you. Why are you doing this to me?”
【User ㅇㅇ has donated 1,000 coins!】
〔A cute girl saying dirty stuff is super hot, right? What was that awful thing you mentioned? If you don’t wanna say it, you can show me with your body instead〕
“I’d rather die.”
【User ㅇㅇ has donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Come to think of it, you’re not panicking today? Sukka’s cutest when she cries, gets me all excited〕
“......”
The sniper troll didn’t like his chats getting buried and stuck to donations.
The messages had a delay built in, but the other viewers stayed quiet, so I could make them out.
He’d clearly been watching my stream for a while, and felt zero guilt over what he’d done.
I’d tried talking in case there was any hope of reforming him, but those disgusting remarks proved it was a waste of time.
【User ㅇㅇ has donated 1,000 coins!】
〔I fell for Sukka the moment I saw her cry? This time, cry for me instead of Ttalgwi〕
- Bang!!
Threatening shots continued, probably to force me into panic.
But I didn’t even breathe loudly, showing no reaction whatsoever.
Guys like that just get more arrogant the more you react.
To steady my shaking mind, I started recalling random thoughts.
- Bang!!
There had been a few repulsive guys like him on the Eastern Front too.
The kind who didn’t see me as a comrade, just as a woman.
One night, one of them had even tried to assault me.
He had no idea I was crying every night pretending to sleep, lusting only after the body of a sleeping girl. What an idiot.
- Bang—bang!!
Of course, he died without even touching me.
That was the first time I’d killed someone barehanded—and an ally, at that.
It was probably the root cause of my severe insomnia too.
The dark circles under my eyes that wouldn’t fade might as well have been tattoos etched in human blood.
- Bang!!
Maybe because of those foul memories, three figures naturally overlapped in my mind.
The lunatic who’d tried to assault me, the sniper trying to make me cry, and the stalker trying to kill me.
Inevitably, the pervert sniper troll and that damned stalker started looking like one and the same.
It was probably just a paranoid delusion, but once the suspicion took root, it wouldn’t leave my head.
‘Six rounds max, including the chamber.’
Lost in those suspicions, I suddenly realized the gunshots had stopped.
Having finally gotten the info I wanted, I slowly raised my head.
Whether he was the stalker or not, I’d confirm it myself.
Now it was time to test him and act.
“Umm... You’re no good at sniping... Did you even serve in the military...?”
【User ㅇㅇ has donated 1,000 coins!】
〔You don’t know I missed on purpose? It’s a game—why does military service matter? Sukka never served and she fights just fine?〕
“Do you know a soldier named ‘Vasily Zaytsev’? Legendary sniper on the Eastern Front who took down over 200 enemies. If he saw you now, he’d chew you out big time.”
【User ㅇㅇ has donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Soviet guy, right? Sukka sticking to her concept perfectly? But sadly, no clue who that is〕
“Then what about ‘Lyudmila Pavlichenko’, the female soldier? She sniped over 300 enemies. So terrifying, the enemy called her the Lady Death. If she saw you now, she’d have killed you in one shot.”
【User ㅇㅇ has donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Only Soviet woman I know is Sukka? You introducing me to another girl right now?〕
“What do you even know? Then do you know the name ‘Victoria Chernakoshka’? They called her the Black Cat, a symbol of victory and death. She would never forgive you.”
【User ㅇㅇ has donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Those people won’t come save you? And I’m only interested in Sukka, no one else〕
“Ah... You don’t know...”
The sniper troll didn’t know my name.
He didn’t seem clever enough to lie about it, so the stalker and sniper were definitely different people.
No need to humor him with conversation anymore, nor any desire to.
Smiling at the footsteps approaching from around me, I quietly continued.
“You’ve got no taste and you’re no fun... From now on, have a good time by yourself. I’m off to die to the NPCs. Next round’s with Ttalgwi, so sniping will be tough for you.”
Firing that large-caliber gun like crazy had naturally drawn NPCs.
The sound was so loud, even those vulgar NPCs from earlier were coming back.
Four interferers gathering already.
I kicked open the car door I’d been hiding behind and yelled loudly.
“Here’s pussy!!”
I’d done it to lure the NPCs, but it was mortifying.
I was the one shouting the word the sniper troll had demanded I translate.
“Kiska” meant “kitty” in Russian.
But as slang, it also meant “pussy”.
In other words, I’d just hollered, ‘There’s a hole to fuck right here!’
It referred to me as both a cat and a hole—a doubly repulsive word.
“Kiska?!”
“There’s the bitch!!”
The NPCs who spotted me soon came charging like rabid dogs.
It was a game, so they wouldn’t assault me sexually, but their lecherous looks still soured my expression.
But I had no intention of dying to the NPCs.
As I ducked back inside the car, gunshots rang out just as expected.
- Bang!!
“Bitch!!”
- Bang!!
“Gah!!”
To see me cry, he should’ve kept me alive.
He wouldn’t want to waste this rare chance.
The sniper troll had saved me from the NPCs.
One shot, two, three. After five shots total, I burst out of the car like I’d been waiting.
“Urk...”
“Sorry.”
I rushed the nearest NPC and snatched his gun.
I hated admitting the ‘shit rifle’ insult, but as viewers said, it was a Mosin-Nagant.
Even as I did this, no bullets came from the sniper.
I glanced over and spotted him in a building window.
“You can’t reload that slow.”
I taunted the panicking guy, then casually slipped into the nearby alley.
Taking out all four with five shots wasn’t bad—he had some skill.
But clearing the NPCs didn’t mean forgiveness.
Now it was time to punish him for his crimes.
“Oh, about those people I mentioned... They all used Mosin-Nagants for sniping. Clear proof it’s not a shit rifle.”
I slowly walked toward his position I’d just scouted.
Mapping terrain and blocking escape routes along the way.
“I’ll show you now.”
Time to teach him what a real sniper was.
With that, I turned off the stream broadcast.