Chapter 55
Chapter 55
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: It's Not a Self-Deprecating Broadcast
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“After the update, it feels like a completely different game.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. I thought we were playing a horror game. How about you, Sukka? Feeling okay now?”
“Not really sure...”
We returned to the armory as soon as the game ended.
Sprawled out like office workers coming home after overtime, we were chatting about the match we’d just played.
Everyone except Wardaddy looked like they wanted to call it a night.
Even though we’d only played one round, it had drained our mental energy big time.
I lay back on a crate of supplies and let out a sigh.
That’s when Ttalgwi, who’d been sitting next to me, poked her head in and asked,
“Sukka, how did you get those NPCs to come with you earlier?”
“Huh?”
The word NPC brought back the British soldiers from before.
They’d been stuck in despair just like me, unable to break free, but they’d given us crucial help in that victory.
Come to think of it, we’d bailed without even saying goodbye to them.
Feeling belatedly grateful, I answered Ttalgwi’s question.
“I just asked for their help, and they mustered up the courage. We couldn’t have won without the British.”
“Wow, so the AI got an update too? No wonder there were NPCs in an occupation battle. Thanks to you, Sukka, we learned something new.”
“But isn’t teaming up with NPCs common?”
“This was the first time in occupation battles. They’re usually only in survival and frontline modes. The AI was too basic to cooperate with anyway.”
“Oh yeah, the NPCs I met in survival last time were kinda off. But those British soldiers felt totally real.”
“Guess the singularity’s here... Now even NPCs are gonna outplay me...”
Ttalgwi finished speaking and started punching at the air.
Her stream viewers must’ve been teasing her.
As expected from a popular streamer, she wasn’t ignoring her audience.
Thanks to that, I glanced at my chat too—then Ghost sat up from where he’d been lying on the floor and spoke.
“The patch notes didn’t mention asking NPCs for help. Makes me suspect it was a bug.”
“A bug?”
“The enemy NPCs attacked from the start, right? All those Stukas were flown by NPCs. But our side’s NPCs only moved after you asked. Probably a bug from the AI being too advanced.”
“How’s advanced AI cause a bug?”
“Maybe the NPCs were scared. They were supposed to fire the AA guns from the beginning, but fear sent them into panic. Just my theory, though.”
“Oh...”
It was a plausible guess.
The NPCs had looked genuinely terrified, after all.
With no commander, their anxiety must’ve been even worse.
To confirm if it was really a bug, we’d have to ask the devs, but treating NPCs like real people made it hit home.
Still, I didn’t want to chalk their actions up to a bug.
Part of it was respecting their emotions and free will, but mostly because calling it a bug would make our efforts feel wasted.
If the NPCs hadn’t felt fear, they’d have fought from the start.
They would’ve shot down the Stukas with AA guns, and we wouldn’t have struggled against them.
Thinking that far made me inexplicably depressed.
If I had developer Hwarang’s contact, I might’ve messaged him right then to vent.
“Put that duck beak away.”
“Nyah!”
Wardaddy, who’d been quiet, suddenly flicked my lips.
Startled by the sneak attack, I yelped and pulled my head back like a turtle.
Every move he made screamed middle-aged guy.
As I opened my mouth to ask his age, Wardaddy cut in first.
“Test drive’ll have to wait till tomorrow. Piggy’s busy today.”
“Huh? Piggy?”
“The bomber expert I mentioned—his nick’s Wild Boar. Huge A-10 Thunderbolt fan. Luckily, he’s got a Stuka. Warthogs and Stukas do the same thing, right? Both pop tank hatches.”
“Wardaddy, I don’t remember agreeing to fly a Stuka...”
“You’ll need another frontline round anyway. Think there won’t be Stukas there? You gonna panic and piss yourself every time one shows up?”
“......”
I couldn’t think of a comeback, so I just stuck out my duck beak.
Until I overcame my Stuka trauma, WWII settings would be tough.
Plus, hearing “piss yourself” made my hand drift between my legs without thinking.
I figured Ttalgwi would freak out about sexual harassment, but she was clamping her thighs together too.
Then Wardaddy stretched indifferently and spoke.
Must’ve flinched at “piss yourself” on purpose—classic uncle joke.
“So, what now? Finish the daily round? Or meet up tomorrow after your Stuka spin?”
I looked at Ttalgwi and Ghost at Wardaddy’s question.
A quick time check showed evening approaching.
Couldn’t push my comrades for my personal reasons.
Better to hear their opinions this time.
“Uh, I’m tapping out after this one! Got some real-life stuff!”
Ttalgwi squirmed and called it quits.
From her fidgeting, probably needed the bathroom bad.
“I’ll follow your lead, Sukka. But shouldn’t you rest today too? Worried you’re pushing too hard.”
Ghost politely suggested a break next.
Fine with hardship for friends, but concerned about my health.
Truth was, I wanted to log out too.
Lack of sleep had worn me out mentally, and worst, I worried I’d actually pissed myself.
Plus, like Wardaddy said, Stukas would be in frontline too.
Couldn’t quit out of fear, so needed a Stuka test drive before frontline.
Everything screamed log out today.
Clinging to a shred of urgency, I asked viewers too.
“Comrades, what should I do?”
『Just say you love me.』
『End stream early today, go king tomorrow lololol』
『You cried way too much today... How could we ask for more stream...』
『Frontline’s chill post-update anyway.』
“Thanks for worrying. Frontline’s peaceful?”
『Frontline’s at early WWII stage lololol Dunkirk evacuation hasn’t even happened lol』
『NPCs you’re looking for safe for a bit?』
『Soviet NPCs?』
『Even player meddling follows history overall lol』
“Oh... Soviets still safe then. Puts my mind at ease.”
『Sukkaa!!! I’ll scout frontline ahead!!! Sleep well and start fresh tomorrow!!!』
『What NPC looks like Ttalgwi anyway?』
『NPC named Irina Morozova? Reward if we find her first?』
『We can look?』
“You’ll find Irina early? That’d be amazing. What reward you want?”
『Gulag immunity??』
『One more viewer participation!!!!』
『Show us Sukka pussy as reward lololol』
『Face reveal go go go go』
『Told ya say you love me second time』
『Me-Sukka-pussy lololololol』
“Uh, um... Lots of requests. But what’s Me-Sukka-pussy... Isn’t that weird?”
『Trash comrade♡ Taught you Papasha, thought Papara was enough?♡』
『lololololololol』
『Can see Me-Sukka-pussy? Frontline sprinting now lolol』
『Hng~♡ Looking for Irina for me? Special praise this time♡』
『These guys going wild sans manager lololol』
『Liking this stuff? Pathetic♡ Have to give reward anyway, be grateful♡』
“Ugh... Hate that stuff...”
I recoiled and looked away from chat.
But that just hyped them up: “That’s the stuff!”
Manager Kukudas quiet, so reins off.
Sukka pussy or Me-Sukka-pussy, whatever—face reveal seemed better.
Of course, their rowdy support was kinda touching.
After bawling my eyes out earlier, they urged rest and offered help.
Despite my panic cutting off chat, hundreds watched just me.
Maybe even the naughty ones were to cheer me up.
“Anyway, that’s it for today. Join tomorrow too?”
Decided to rest here.
Urgency for Irina eased a bit.
Ttalgwi, Ghost, Wardaddy nodded approval.
We parted to prep for tomorrow.
“Can’t read donations today... Read at tomorrow’s start okay?”
『Sukka comrade!! What’s that nonsense!!』
『How much we superchatted during your panic!!!!』
『Takes no time to read? Got urgent stuff?』
“W-well... Bathroom’s kinda...”
『Aha!』
『Bathroom? No choice lololol』
『This too a reward then......』
“Th-thanks for understanding...”
I ended stream and started logout quick.
Viewers let go easy, worried about me.
Vision blurred, real world faded in.
Familiar coffin lid showed dark-circle girl clearly.
But oddly, no bladder pressure.
Like “handled it already”—little pee pouch felt relieved.
Lid opened, cool air between legs.
Praying it wasn’t so, I checked.
“......”
Wet.
“......”
Checked again—still wet.
“Ah...”
Pissed myself.
Looked like it for real this time.
Stuka terrifying, so half-expected.
But confirming blanked my mind.
Bravely sat up—ass totally soaked.
Good thing absorbent sweatpants; shorts would’ve wrecked coffin.
“Ugh...”
Panic of “what now” and self-loathing “hit rock bottom” hit.
Shower first? Clean coffin? Brain froze, flailing.
Finally tossed wet clothes in washer.
Looked water-soaked, but no denying my mess.
Naked before coffin, girl’s nude reflected on black lid.
Worthless bedwetter whining after?
“Body small... Bladder tiny...”
Mumbling excuses, started wiping coffin.
Save non-waterproof coffin before shower.
Naked cleaning amped self-loathing.
What’s point living like this?
- Ding-dong!
Doorbell rang in quiet studio.
Guilty, I hid instinctively.
Visitor’s voice from door.
Worst timing: held my doorlock key.
“Victoria! I’m here! Can I come in?”
“Uh, I, wai—”
“Still asleep? Mind if I let myself in?”
“ No, don’t!”
“V-Victoria?! Why yell?! Something wrong?!”
“Nothing—”
“—What’s up?! Coming in?!”
“Gasp!”
Panic hit hard—different from before, pure shame.
Grabbed evidence, dashed for bathroom.
Then ‘drring-’—door cracked open.
“You okay? If now’s bad time—”
“—Nyaaaaang!!!!”
Made bathroom just in time—nearly exposed everything.
Gotta snag key from Shin Ara.