Chapter 63
Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: It's Not a Self-Deprecating Broadcast Episode 63
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“Wild Boar sir, you didn't get shot down on purpose just to tell everyone about the Stuka's weaknesses, did you?”
“No way, I really gave it my all. The air defenses were just too thick. I've never faced an attack this brutal before.”
“This is your first time dealing with something like this? I heard you're an A-10 pilot.”
“The U.S. military doesn't even scramble if they haven't secured air superiority...”
We returned to the armory and chatted with Wild Boar about the game.
Vehicle users only get one life, so after blacking out spectacularly, he was back at the armory.
Even though it was a frustrating death, he'd felt the Stuka's weaknesses down to his bones.
No matter the outcome, he'd at least partially achieved his goal of overcoming his trauma.
Of course, part of me felt a bit relieved too.
After all, we hadn't fought as the German Luftwaffe in this battle.
If we'd racked up kills or won, I would've ended up feeling guilty.
In a way, dying so pointlessly might've been a blessing.
『Nya~a~a~ang~』
『Ttalgwi's stream starting right now lololol』
『Sukka, aren't you gonna change out of that uniform?』
As I was calming my startled heart, the pitch-black uniform caught my eye.
I was still wearing that damn Nazi SS uniform.
I hadn't gotten the reaction I'd hoped for, but I was itching to rip it off right now.
No bites after waiting forever, so I finally headed to the cabinet to change.
“Then I'll take off this ugly uniform first. You all satisfied enough now, right?”
『Look at her sulking and not calling him comrade lol』
『Miss Sukka suits the Soviet uniform lololol』
『You gonna do changing ASMR again?』
“No way, I'm not making any sounds this time.”
『Awww why!!!!』
『Someone quick, drop a mission!』
『But if you do it too often, it loses the appeal lol』
“Won't work even if you drop a mission.”
I gave a wry smile and opened the cabinet.
Thanks to the favorites function, the Soviet uniform was just as I'd left it.
I'd never wear a German uniform again.
With that vow, I hugged the Soviet uniform to my chest and scurried to the changing room.
【Anonymous donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Yeah, take it off quick. You look better in other uniforms.〕
Just then, a donation message stopped me in my tracks.
It looked like a plain anonymous donation at first glance, but my sharp senses picked up on the oddity.
Maybe this was the big fish I'd been angling for.
Suspicious, I played dumb and responded coolly.
“Oh yeah? So what uniform suits me then?”
【Anonymous donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Baggy Soviet uniform, maybe.〕
“Hmm...”
A grin spread across my face—I'd finally hooked the lunker.
He was pretending it wasn't him, but this message thickened my suspicions.
Baggy Soviet uniform?
No such sloppy thing exists in Frontline Archive—only in Eastern Battlefield.
Did I put on the SS uniform for no reason?
Sure, the high mission payout was tempting, but the main point was using it as bait on the hook.
Anyone I knew wouldn't ignore 'Chernakoshka in an SS uniform.'
He'd see it as an insult to the Schutzstaffel and react somehow.
“You finally couldn't hold back and showed up.”
To lure a disgusting creep, you need disgusting bait.
Staring at the chat, I murmured his moniker lowly.
“Katzenjäger.”
The Jaeger suspected of being a stalker, the Cat Hunter, Katzenjäger.
Different ID, but this viewer was likely him.
“How about we chat for a bit? You’re not planning to run again, are you?”
I tossed the peaked cap on the ground with a laugh.
A blatant insult to the SS, a clear provocation for Katzenjäger.
Sure enough, a reply came right away via donation.
I toed the cap lightly as I read it.
【Anonymous donated 1,000 coins!】
〔You talking to me? No idea what you mean.〕
“Cut the act. You can change IDs, but not habits.”
【Anonymous donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Habits? Sukka, you can't even see me.〕
“You're the only one who uses commas and periods in donations. Chat style's the same too.”
【Anonymous donated 1,000 coins!】
〔That's a stretch, isn't it?〕
“If I'm wrong, I'll apologize. If not, run away for all I care.”
Of course, it was just suspicion—no proof.
Other viewers looked puzzled, so maybe I'd barked up the wrong tree.
But if I kept provoking with 'scared? then run,' he'd have to bite.
My ploy worked—he fully showed his tail.
【Anonymous donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Why would a hunter run from prey?〕
“You got wrecked by me once. I get why you're scared. Oh, how's your right eye? Sorry it hurt so much.”
【Anonymous donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Shouldn't you be the scared one? No gun in real life—think you can handle it?〕
“Hmm... You think you'd win IRL? Disappointing if you really believe that.”
【Anonymous donated 1,000 coins!】
〔The girl who couldn't even open her door talks big.〕
“Says the guy who ran when the neighbor yelled.”
As expected, he was the Jaeger—and a stalker to boot.
But cautious enough that tracing the ID would be tough.
So I needed to confirm if he was Katzenjäger.
As I reeled in the line, he messaged first.
【Anonymous donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Got questions for you. Wait at the usual spot.〕
“Sure, I've got questions too. After I find Irina?”
【Anonymous donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Time doesn't matter. Just come alone.〕
“Got it.”
Jaeger, stalker, Katzenjäger—all the same guy.
All the puzzle pieces fit, leaving a bittersweet refreshment.
But after that last donation, no more messages.
Probably someone else's account—he'd rushed to top up 10,000 won.
Anyway, the 'Cat Hunter' had thrown down the gauntlet, and the 'Black Cat' accepted.
Viewers who'd watched quietly now voiced worries at the sharp standoff.
『Who's Katzenjäger?』
『Sounds like a stalker? Does Sukka's address leak?』
『The sniper from before?』
『No way ex-bf? No way ex-bf? No way ex-bf? No way ex-bf? No way ex-bf?』
『What kinda freak magnet is she that creeps keep coming ㄷㄷㄷ』
『Explain your relationship!!!!!』
I'd kept it vague, but viewers sensed something off.
Some even mistook Katzenjäger for a boyfriend—grimace-worthy.
Dumbfounded, I shook my head and entered the changing room.
Gave a curt reply, then cut the feed and audio.
“It’s the Sukka (Suka) I met in-game long ago.”
His reaction confirmed Irina was indeed in the frontline warzone.
My path ahead clear, long-suppressed emotions stirred.
Donning the Soviet uniform again, I steeled myself.
It'd be a scary, grueling road full of trauma, but quitting or running weren't options.
For vengeance for suicide-victim Victoria, and to rescue Irina.
Time to return as Eastern Front's 'Victoria Chernakoshka.'
『Lol that pronunciation is so authentic lolol』
『Short and clear explanation cuz it's Sukka lol』
『Her nickname was a curse word kekek』
『What kinda bullshit did he pull to get cussed by Sukka ㄷㄷㄷ』
『Ttalgwi's hiding there lololol』
『Stream-sniffing sewer rat appears lolol』
I changed into the uniform and resumed video and audio.
Drawing the changing room curtain, familiar golden hair entered view.
Hiding behind a supply crate, but cover so sloppy it was impossible to ignore.
I softly called the bedwetter comrade turned deserter.
“Ttalgwi-nim, I can see you...”
“E, eek...”
“Wanna test drive the Stuka?”
“Ah! Please spare me! Riding that plane would be a disaster! I texted you why yesterday!”
“Wasn't that just a lie?”
“It was 100% true! Want pics?”
“Yeah, show me.”
“Okay! But don't tell or show anyone!”
“...”
Ridiculous as it was, she'd even taken evidence photos.
Briefly suspicious, I stopped her from submitting proof and said it was fine.
She popped out beaming and ran over.
Like a scolded pup hearing 'good girl' and wagging joyfully.
“I really don't have to ride the Stuka?”
“Nope, don't wanna force a scary experience. Never wanna put you in a German uniform anyway.”
“Ehehe, thanks for understanding. So we're starting the frontline war now?”
“After a short break. Waiting on Wardaddy-nim and Ghost-nim. Gonna grab a meal IRL.”
“Okay! Eat yummy!”
I asked Ttalgwi to watch Wild Boar, then logged out temporarily.
Viewers clamored for mukbang, but my real goal was elsewhere—I had to refuse.
Meeting bedwetter comrade had me paranoid about my underwear.
I'd blacked out mid-dive bomb—not weird if I'd leaked.
Diapers, pads, tissue wads—Shin Ara's suggestions flashed by.
If I'd messed up again, I might need them for real.
Logging out, I bolted up as the coffin lid opened.
Hiked up the pajama dress Shin Ara dressed me in to my chest.
“Oh?”
But contrary to fears, it looked dry and fluffy.
“Oh!”
Even dropping drawers and checking—no dampness!
“Ooh!”
I slapped my smooth lower belly gleefully, grinning brighter than ever.
Maybe from no hydration, but controlling my body felt amazing.
Though a hairless girl, developed or not, I'm an adult.
Strong will conquers the impossible!
“Ah...”
But I deflated instantly.
The coffin's dark lid reflected my image.
Accomplishing the obvious, yet celebrating like a kid.
Dropping panties too—what was I doing?
“B-But still...”
Still, one step ahead of Ttalgwi.
Bedwetter comrade hierarchy set.