Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: This Isn't a Self-Deprecating Stream
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[Mission completed. Equipment unlocked.]
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[Part unlocked / PPSh-41 Tactical body]
[Part unlocked / PPSh-41 Tactical stock]
[Part unlocked / PPSh-41 Tactical barrel shroud]
[Part unlocked / PPSh-41 Tactical pistol grip]
[Part unlocked / PPSh-41 7.62x25 threaded barrel]
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[You are the first to discover and complete a hidden mission.]
[Title: 'Enemy at the Gates' has been awarded.]
“Wow...”
I quietly marveled as I read the receipt the NPC handed me.
In my hands was a perfectly assembled 'Tactical Papasha' with every part in place.
A sleek polymer body and pistol grip, a refined barrel shroud and stock, and finally a threaded barrel ready for a suppressor.
It was modern in some ways yet retained the classic charm of the past—a true 'Tactical' Papasha worthy of the name.
“Tactical... Papa...!”
I hoisted the Papasha over my head, rejoicing like a child.
The bright lights from the armory ceiling shone down like a halo on the Tactical Papasha.
It felt just like the time I planted the red flag in Berlin.
This gun was something I'd earned with my own hands, a victory I'd seized myself, which made it all the more precious.
Of course, completing the mission hadn't been easy.
Setting aside the issue of Tanya the sniper, the Easter egg itself was just too complex and difficult.
Enter the operational area naked, scavenge a Mosin-Nagant, take out five NPCs at the fountain in the city center, recover parts from their bodies, and escape safely.
It might sound simple in words, but considering the game's realism, it was borderline impossible.
“I did it...!”
But I'd snatched victory in the end.
I'd gotten the Tactical Papasha, stylishly taken down the sniper, and most importantly, played an FPS game all the way through without panicking.
In a way, it was overcoming my trauma and beating PTSD.
This was tangible growth, a great first step in healing my emotional wounds.
“How is it? Isn't it really cool?”
I asked the viewers, wanting to share my joy in this growth.
They'd supported my efforts from behind the scenes, so they more than deserved to share in this happiness.
But the viewers' reactions were lukewarm, not what I'd hoped for.
I could only slump my shoulders at the negative voices flooding the chat.
『Hmm... Is that all?』
『Still looks cooler than the regular Papasha lol』
『But it uses the same ammo, right? So penetration's still trash.』
『Guys lol Sukka likes it, why are you hating lol』
『All that suffering for a Papasha that's just pretty lol』
『These guys are shitting on it 'cause they know they can't get it themselves lol』
『Sukka, it's okay! Papasha isn't trash!』
『But when you run out of ammo, won't you end up Me-Sukka-Pussy again?』
The chat kept going endlessly, but it boiled down to one consensus.
My hard-earned Tactical Papasha was just a 'shiny piece of trash.'
I couldn't accept that. No, I absolutely refused to.
If the Tactical Papasha was trash, then all my effort and sense of accomplishment meant nothing.
The Papasha couldn't be trash.
At least right now, the Papasha had to be a good gun for us.
“It's not... trash...”
But I couldn't muster any defense for the Papasha.
Instead, I was flustered because I couldn't even think of its advantages.
The Tactical Papasha was practically proof that I'd overcome my PTSD for the first time.
So the viewers who'd journeyed through my efforts with me had to acknowledge that.
But the ruthless viewers showed no sign of empathizing with my feelings.
The growing distance, the alienating disconnect—it made me feel so sad tears might fall.
『Sukka... a gun's just a bullet launcher... Unless the ammo changes, it's the same...』
『The reward's way too stingy for all that effort lol』
『Mosin-Nagant at least has strong bullets lol Papasha's weaker than an MP5 lol』
“......”
『Just use the best Soviet gun, the AK series lol』
『VSS or AS Val would suit Sukka too? Built-in suppressor makes 'em OP lol』
『Go for the Dragunov, current meta cheat gun from the Eastern Bloc lol』
“......”
『HK416's pretty damn good too, right? Will Sukka not use German guns?』
『Body armor's too tough these days, so gotta go PDW like P90 or MP7 lol』
『P90's great lol Paint it pink for cosplay lol』
“......”
『What P90 lol Sukka's gotta use Soviet guns lol』
『lol Just swap uniforms and it's fine, right?』
『AKS-74U should be comfy even with small hands?』
“......”
『Any other gun Easter eggs? Why a Papasha one lol』
『But why's she acting like that?』
『Even so, Papasha's really not it lol Too trash, can't use it lol』
“......Yeah.”
『lol If you ban Papasha, she'll use Mosin-Nagant, right?』
『Guys stop for a sec』
『Sukka's a trash expert lol』
“Okay... I guess...”
『Stop backseat gaming you psychos!!!!!!!』
『Trashperting lol』
『Huh?』
“I won't... use Papa...”
『Wait no』
『???』
『Whoa! Don't cry!』
“If I don't use it... that's fine... right...”
『You bastards!! You're making her cry!!』
『Are these guys insane!!! They're doing what the sniper tried!!!』
『EMERGENCY!!!!!!!!!!!!11』
I quietly set the Tactical Papasha down on the ground.
I wanted to hurl it away, but I was worried about accidental discharge.
Any other gun, I could've thrown hard and been safe.
The fact that the Papasha required caution even here made me wonder if it really was a bad gun.
『No!!! Papasha's a good gun!!! You can use it!!!』
『We're sorry! We're sorry! We're sorry! We're sorry! We're sorry!』
『Ha... You crazy bastards really need to ease up on the backseat gaming...』
“No... Papa really seems like a bad gun... It's not because of you guys...”
『We're screwed......』
『Fuck, how hard did Sukka work for that』
『All you backseat gamers, smash your heads you bastards』
“I-It's fine. It wasn't wrong. Let's go look at new guns. While we're at it, I'll change uniforms too...”
I'd forgotten that to get close to others, I had to change first.
Unless I shook off the Eastern Front myself, gaining others' empathy was impossible.
With that, I turned toward the distant quartermaster.
But my gaze kept drifting back to the Papasha, and my feet lingered beside it.
Discarding the past to move toward reality left a bitter taste.
It felt like betraying my Eastern Front comrades, stirring guilt.
【Kukudas donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Sukka! I just finished work! But why are you in the armory instead of making Jeju Island?〕
Just then, a donation message caught my eye.
It was from my manager, Shin Ara, who'd been away working hard.
At the same time, the noisy chat froze in silence.
Against that backdrop of quiet, Shin Ara began typing on behalf of the viewers.
『Whoa! What's that gun? First time seeing it?』
“Tactical... Papasha...”
『That's a Papasha? Looks super expensive? Did you buy it with earnings?』
“No... I got it from the game. But I'm not gonna use it...”
『You played Frontark while I was gone?! You didn't do it alone, right?! No issues at all?!』
“Y-Yeah, alone... I thought you were watching, Manager... But I didn't panic. No need to worry.”
『Really? So you beat the trauma solo? Gotta catch up later! Wanna eat something tasty to celebrate?』
“Yeah... Let's eat something tasty together...”
As expected, Shin Ara gave me strength.
She always picked the words I wanted to hear, gifting hope and courage.
Thanks to her, my mood lifted a bit, and I managed a faint smile.
Then, a single tear I'd barely held back rolled down.
『But why are you crying?』
“N-No, I'm not crying...”
『Who was it』
“Huh?”
『Who made our Sukka cry』
“I'm really not crying...”
I flailed my hands in panic.
It must've been thinking of my Eastern Front comrades that brought the tears.
But the now-cracked Kukudas showed no signs of stopping.
Then, another manager who'd been quietly watching donated.
【Hwarang donated 100,000 coins!】
〔Thank you so much for completing the Easter egg I made. Have something tasty with your manager to cheer up.〕
【Hwarang donated 100,000 coins!】
〔Kukudas, the viewers made Sukka cry.〕
“Ah...”
Looks like Hwarang wasn't a GM but a developer.
He was dropping big donations for completing his Easter egg.
That snitching fully shattered Kukudas, who finally drew her sword.
Soon, screams and cheers erupted in the inescapable chat.
『No!!!!!』
┗ Chat deleted due to ban.
『Gulag!!!!』
『Gul』
『Pls forgive me just once』
┗ Chat deleted due to ban.
『Purge!!』
『My bad! I swear no more backseat gaming!』
┗ Chat deleted due to ban.
『Ban』
『Crime of making Sukka cry lol』
『Gul』
『Papasha is OP!! Papasha is OP!! Papasha is OP!! Papasha is OP!!』
┗ Chat deleted due to ban.
『Should've gone easy on the backseat lol』
『Ban』
Dozens got sucked into the Gulag.
A grand purge, indeed.