Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: This Isn't a Self-Deprecating Stream 60
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『Isn't the Stalin 3 invincible in Eastern Battlefield?』
『How's a tank named like a total bastard lololol』
『Sukka just hates Stalin lololol』
『Fact: She named her own nickname a swear word too』
I tore my eyes away from the chat and looked at Sutzka.
The massive beast gleamed like it had just rolled off the assembly line.
Its rounded turret traced smooth curves, and its sturdy body was clad in sloped armor.
There were no distinctive markings to set it apart, but its sheer presence made it feel extraordinarily special.
Of course, it wasn't a tank I was particularly familiar with.
I'd seen one in person after the war ended, but I'd never fought alongside one.
That very unfamiliarity sparked a sense of affection, though.
It didn't trigger any trauma—just pure thoughts of victory.
Staring at Sutzka like that brought back memories of my final day on the Eastern Front.
September 7, 1945—the grand victory parade in Berlin.
"Den Pobedy..."
It was a celebration where the Allies, including the Soviet Union, the US, and Britain, gathered to toast their triumph.
Most of the participating nations were amicable toward each other, but the Soviets, with their different system, had to engage in some posturing.
And the tank that crushed capitalist pride right then? This guy.
Right after Britain's Cromwell and America's M24 rolled by, the unmistakably cutting-edge IS-3 shook the ground.
You could say the IS-3's appearance kicked off the Cold War between the US and USSR.
In fact, Uncle Zhukov bragged, "Our tanks are badass, right?" and Uncle Patton shot back, "Eh, nothing special."
Then they even asked my opinion from where I was sitting behind them, so I said, "Don't fight like kids," and bolted.
If I hadn't returned to reality right after the event, I'd have definitely gotten punished with something like "On your knees, hands up!"
『What's she doing all of a sudden?』
『lololol shorty can't climb up?』
『Can't even ride a tank solo lololol』
Snapping out of my reverie, I started clambering up onto Sutzka.
It was the machine I'd be fighting with from here on out, so I wanted to check the interior.
But Sutzka's signature sloped armor made it a real struggle to climb.
As I huffed and puffed with all my might, Wardaddy, who'd been watching from the side, suddenly hoisted me up.
"Eek!"
"Should've used customization to make yourself taller. You'd never climb out of a trench."
"I-I could climb out of a trench..."
"Yeah, sure you could."
With Wardaddy's help, I mounted Sutzka and opened the hatch.
Then, annoyingly enough, he leaped up and stuck his head in.
The interior layout was similar to the Stalin 2, but the hemispherical turret made it feel a bit more cramped.
I had no intention of riding inside, so it was fine for me, but Wardaddy, the tank commander, grimaced like he'd bitten into shit.
"Damn, compared to this, a doghouse is a penthouse."
"You're riding in here with three other people?"
"Gonna use an NPC as loader, so four total."
"Huh? An NPC as loader?"
"Yeah, boring job—players avoid it. Hey, wanna try being loader? With a shorty like you, there might be some space."
"No thanks, too annoying."
I shot Wardaddy a glare before hopping down from Sutzka.
The tank was his, Bible's, and Gord's responsibility, so better not to meddle.
Anyway, now that we had the tank, time for the main event.
I approached Wild Boar, who was standing around awkwardly, and asked about the plan.
"Wild Boar, can we take the Stuka right away?"
"Yep, soon as Sukka changes clothes, we can head out anytime."
"Clothes?"
"You're boarding a German bomber, so you need German uniform. Vehicle users have to match uniforms to start the game."
"..."
"D-Did I mess up again? Why the death glare...?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Sorry..."
The moment I'd been dreading had finally arrived.
I'd braced myself for it, but actually doing it was stressful as hell.
Still, I couldn't throw a tantrum and refuse the Stuka now.
Even if I hated German uniforms, I had to overcome my Stuka trauma.
Unfortunately, it looked like I'd have to become Luftwaffe this time.
Letting out a sigh like the ground was caving in, I headed to my personal storage and flung open the cabinet.
"Ugh..."
At least I didn't have to buy German uniforms with my own money—thank god.
They'd been supplied in multiples when the WWII update hit.
I eyed the German uniforms with deep disgust.
They were so revolting I could grind my teeth just looking at them.
【User ㅇㅇ sponsored 1,000 coins!】
〔Wear the SS uniform and I'll give 50,000 won〕
Then a sponsorship message popped up.
Someone offering 50,000 won to wear the Nazi SS uniform.
I gave a blank stare and gestured that they were joking.
I seriously considered sending that traitor viewer to the Gulag.
『Crazy bastard lololololol』
『But I kinda wanna see a totally different concept lol』
『Sukka... you're wearing German anyway, might as well make some money...』
『Can't hold it in lololololol』
"N-No way... why would you even...?"
『Honestly, German uniforms look pretty cool lololol』
『ㄹㅇ Nobody cares if it's just in-game』
『When else you gonna try it on lol』
『SS Sukka pickup banner dropping?』
I shook my head vigorously to show I refused.
Sure, I had to wear a German uniform, but SS was a whole other level.
I knew all too well about the Schutzstaffel's atrocities.
I'd rather fight naked than wear those blood enemies' uniforms.
But once the viewers got fired up, they wouldn't stop.
Continuous sponsorships flooded in, making my head spin.
【User ㅇㅇ sponsored 1,000 coins!】
〔Adding 30,000 won to the SS uniform mission〕
【User ㅇㅇ sponsored 1,000 coins!】
〔Willing to spend up to 100,000 on SS Sukka pull〕
【User ㅇㅇ sponsored 1,000 coins!】
〔Adding 50,000!! Close your eyes and go for it once!!〕
Tens of thousands in won piled up in seconds.
They weren't planning to bail either—the mission even registered.
I couldn't even guess why they were so hyped for SS uniforms.
Feeling betrayed by viewers I thought were comrades, I felt oddly hurt.
But part of me wavered.
I'd blown a fortune on Sutzka, so the mission money looked tempting.
With that cash, I could treat Shin Ara and the squad to beef.
The devil's whisper made my mouth water.
【User ㅇㅇ sponsored 1,000 coins!】
〔Honestly, even Stalin would've worn it once for that much〕
And that was the final blow.
Uncle Stalin would never, but all the factors shook my resolve.
One round for big bucks, and I had to wear German anyway.
Plus, right after vowing to stream harder, my twisted newbie streamer zeal reared up.
Ttalgwi would've bolted to the changing room without looking back.
Thinking that, I spat out the words with blood in my mouth.
"F-Fine..."
『For real??????』
『She actually did it lololololol』
『Sukka's Nazi fall is too hot lololol』
"Just one round... really, just one round in it..."
『We're not total demons haha』
『Look at her about to cry from anger ㅜㅜ』
『Hail Sukka!』
Trembling, I picked up the SS uniform.
Then dragged my unwilling feet to the changing room.
The fine black fabric felt disgustingly rough.
My reflection looked more pathetic than ever.
【User ㅇㅇ sponsored 1,000 coins!】
〔Let us hear you changing—100,000!!〕
"Ah... what the hell is that...?"
【User ㅇㅇ registered a mission!】
〔Changing ASMR: 100,000 coins〕
"Sigh... fine... I don't even care anymore..."
I finally cut the video feed and started changing into the uniform.
My pride was already in the gutter—nowhere lower to fall.
I stripped off my uniform down to underwear, but hesitated to put on the SS one.
Naturally, the chat was exploding hotter than ever.
『Ooh yeah』
『Undressing sounds too sexy ㄷㄷ』
『Slap sound once! Slap sound once! Slap sound once!』
『How far undressed are you now?』
『Sukka my dick hurts ㅜㅜㅜㅜ』
『No manager around right now?』
『Damn gotta strip too...』
After all that hassle, I finished changing and stepped out.
Reactivating the stream, I glanced in the mirror and locked eyes with the black-uniformed girl.
Viewers praised how cool it looked, but my face crumpled in self-loathing.
Tears welled up from the feeling of betraying my Eastern Front comrades.
"Blyat..."
Truth be told, back on the Eastern Front, I hated "fake civilians" and "enemy uniform wearers" the most.
They weren't war crimes to execute on sight, so I'd shoot them immediately to protect civilians and allies.
But now here I was, doing something similar.
It was game-approved content that players accepted, but that didn't stop the heavy feeling in my chest.
Even amid that, viewers kept teasing me like it was hilarious.
All I could do was scowl and show my displeasure.
"Pfft! Shorty, that German uniform suits you sneaky well?"
"..."
Then Wardaddy burst out laughing and spoke up.
He'd changed into a Soviet uniform to board Sutzka.
Never knew a compliment could feel this shitty.
I whipped my head away to signal don't talk to me.
"Hey, hey. Just once? Right arm up for a salute."
"Don't tease me right now... not in the mood..."
"Didn't you tell Wild Boar earlier, 'If you join our side, we'll get along'? Now you're both German, so get friendly."
"Ugh..."
This time, I seriously wanted to throw the biggest pout ever.
No one crossed a real line, but if I didn't sulk, I wouldn't make it.
So I stuck out my lips like a duck and stomped the ground to broadcast my rage.
But no one seemed intimidated by my threats.
They just saw it as tantrums from a fallen girl.
【Mission success!】
〔Wear SS uniform〕
【Mission success!】
〔Changing ASMR〕
At least I made bank.
The price of shattered self-esteem was bitter, yet somehow sweet.